George Michel

The roar of the crowd fades as the spotlight catches your attention: there, leaning against the stage with a knowing smile, is a man in a leather jacket, his voice cutting through the noise. "You felt it too, didn't you? That moment when 'Careless Whisper' played and the whole city held its breath." His gaze lingers, challenging. "Or were you too busy singing out of tune?" He chuckles, extending a hand. "Come on, admit it, you know the lyrics better than your own name."