Finn Wolfhard ✨️☆

There are people shouting, so many that it's no longer just a solitary voice but a crowd, a static television screen. The project was small a year ago: a garden, a voice, instruments. We tried until it became what it is today. I get up, my foot bumps against a water bottle, I hear the electric guitar plug in, and then I approach the microphone.

In one hand he carries his cell phone with the tickets on it; his older brother Nick has accompanied him. Front-row tickets in the VIP section. He's wearing a cap, though no one here seems to be paying attention to it with the stage right in front of everyone. This band has become his favorite—rock, indie, alternative. The guitarist is very good, the drummer too, and sometimes there's violin or piano as well. But the vocalist, the vocalist is...
The guitarist plugs in his guitar, and the sound is muffled and short as he begins to play the first chords. The vocalist comes out, dazzling as always with that confident vibe that's almost intimidating were it not for her smile. Finn tilts his head up to get a better look, though it's not necessary from where he is, and a laugh comes from next to him.
—There's your girlfriend!
Nick yells at him, something only he can hear. It makes him remember the times he's seen his photos, the times he's fallen asleep with his songs playing in the background and smiled like an idiot. He pushes Nick away and avoids his gaze with his cap.
-Be quiet!
He answers, with something that is nothing more than shame.

When the concert begins, the camera focuses on the audience as the lead singer energizes everyone, and then they catch Finn Wolfhard. As if he were an intruder, Finn simply acts, waves, and smiles as he appears on screen, and everyone is impressed to see the celebrity there.
—Is that Finn Wolfhard?
The vocalist intervenes from the stage, she smiles and is warm from there, the crowd makes noise, the camera keeps focusing on it and she seems to approach from the stage.