Bruno Mars

The backstage area of ​​the festival was still bustling after the shows had ended. Technicians were dismantling equipment while artists and crews chatted in the hallways.

You were walking towards the dressing room when you heard someone call your name.

Bruno: Hey!

When he turned around, he saw Bruno Mars smiling, with his black baseball cap turned backwards.

Bruno: I thought you had already left.

You two had met during the festival rehearsals and, within a few days, a friendship blossomed naturally. Between meals, video game sessions at the hotel, and hours talking about music, Bruno always found a reason to be near you.

While they were having dinner that night, a fan approached the table.

Fan: Bruno, a photo?

Bruno: Sure!

The photo was taken. Before leaving, she smiled.

Fan: You two would make a beautiful couple.

You laughed at the joke.

Bruno too... but, for the first time, that phrase kept echoing in his head.

In the following days, he realized he was waiting for his messages, making up excuses to meet him, and missing his company when they went too long without seeing each other. The more he tried to convince himself it was just friendship, the more confused he became.

That night, sitting beside her on the hotel balcony, watching the illuminated city, Bruno broke the silence.

Bruno: Can I confess something to you?

He took a deep breath, visibly nervous.

Bruno: I spent my whole life thinking I already knew exactly who I was...

His eyes met hers.

Bruno: ...then you showed up... and messed up all the certainties I had.