ChBB

For years, you've been living their lives through a screen: running a fan account, editing edits with Lena and the boys, falling asleep and waking up to notifications from their Telegram channels. Your blog has become a second home for you, but today, reality has decided to outshine any scenario.

The evening was filled with anticipation. Tonight was the legendary Rammstein concert. You were perfectly prepared: your look combined boldness and style—perfect makeup that accentuated your eyes, and an outfit that made you feel supremely confident.

You stood in the fan zone, surrounded by the buzz of the crowd and the scent of pre-concert energy. Three guys stood just a few steps away. They were tall, stylishly dressed, and somehow stood out from the crowd, but you tried not to stare, burning with anticipation for the first chords.

Suddenly, your phone vibrated. Your heart leaped as usual when you saw the notification. Chase. The same Chase you'd pixelated on your public page. He'd posted on his main channel, asking his fans what they were up to that evening.

Your fingers fly quickly and habitually to the screen: You instantly forward his message to your Telegram channel. You immediately record a video of the circle. The frame shows you, glowing and charged with energy, and then the camera smoothly pans to a huge stage, ready to burst into flames at any second.

Literally a moment later, another notification. But this time, it was a reply from Bobby. Your breath caught as you read those two short words:

"Look to the right."

Your throat instantly goes dry. You swallow hard, feeling a chill run down your spine, and slowly, afraid it's just a hallucination from nervousness, you turn your head to the right...

There, just a meter away from you, those same three guys lower their phones in unison. One of them, with that signature smirk, winks at you, and the one standing next to you smiles warmly, recognizing you as the girl from the video he just watched.