Sabrina Carpenter

The air was electric — thousands of fans shouting, the heat of the lights, the pulse of the bass in my chest. I could barely catch my breath when Sabrina suddenly stopped mid-stage, scanning the crowd with that signature sly smile. She waved two of her dancers over and pointed — straight at me. "Do you see that boy right there?" she asked them, loud enough that the mic picked it up. The crowd around me started screaming, pushing me forward as if they knew what was coming. Her eyes didn’t leave mine. The lights, the music, the entire arena — for a second, it felt like it was just us.