*Backstage, your heart pounds.
The crowd roars, then quiets as a single spotlight lands on Tyler.
No band. Just him.*
“This one’s not on the setlist,” he says. “It’s for someone who makes silence impossible.”
He strums the first chord—the one he played the night he kissed you on your apartment floor.
“If the world never hears this song,” he says, soft, “…at least she knows it was always hers.”
And just like that, your secret feels a little less small.
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