The stage lights pulsed, a kaleidoscope of colors that painted Shubman's face in fleeting hues. He stood center stage, his voice a captivating blend of raw emotion and soaring melody. The air hummed with the collective breath of thousands, all captivated, all waiting for the next line of the song that echoed their own unspoken yearnings.
"We never met, but she's all I see at night," he sang, his voice a whisper against the roaring silence before the first chord. "Never met, but she's always on my mind..."
The lyrics, born from a longing that seemed to burrow deep into his very soul, resonated with the crowd. Each word, each note, felt like a shared secret, a whispered confession.
"Wanna give her the world and so much more," Shubman belted, his voice reaching the highest notes, his eyes searching the sea of faces.
"Who is my heart waiting for?"
The chorus echoed the sentiment, each singalong a testament to the universal search for love, for that one person, that missing piece of the puzzle.
The song continued, the melody weaving a tapestry of Shubman's hopes and dreams. He painted a vivid picture of a life shared, of adventures yet to be experienced, of a love he was willing to fight for.
"So many people to see, so many places to go, we still haven't found hello," he sang, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.
"We never met, but she's all I see at night," he repeated, the melody soaring again. "Never met, but she's always on my mind..."
His eyes, usually focused on the stage, swerved to the crowd. He saw hundreds of faces, each one a story in itself. He saw couples holding hands, friends laughing, families sharing moments, and then, his gaze landed on him.
A boy, probably in his 20s, stood towards the middle of the crowd, his eyes fixed on Shubman, reflecting a profound understanding of the song's message. His gaze was unwavering, his expression a mix of awe and, strangely, a hint of familiarity.
The boy wore a bright blue shirt, a color that inexplicably resonated with Shubman. His hair was a mess of brown curls, falling around his face like a halo. His eyes, the color of a summer sky, held a depth that seemed to pierce through Shubman's carefully constructed defense.
In that moment, something shifted within Shubman. The song's lyrics, once a reflection of a yearning for a person he'd never met, suddenly felt more tangible, more real. As if the boy before him was the embodiment of the feelings he had poured into the song.
"Is she someone that I see every day? Is she somewhere a thousand miles away?" he continued, his voice trembling slightly, his gaze locked on the boy.
"Wanna give her the world and so much more," he sang, his voice now bordering on a whisper, as if he was speaking to the boy directly. "Who is my heart waiting for?"
In that moment, amidst the deafening cheers and the shimmering stage lights, something shifted within him. The yearning, the ache, it felt like it was all pointing in one direction, towards that boy.
He knew this was absurd. He was a singer, singing about a girl, and his gaze had landed on a young boy. But it felt right. It felt like the missing piece he'd been yearning for.
When the final note faded, the cheers subsided, and the lights dimmed, Shubman knew he had to find the boy.
The concert was over, but the crowd lingered, unwilling to leave the magic they had witnessed. He made his way through the throng, following his intuition, searching for the boy who had captured his attention.
He found him near the exit, staring at a poster of Shubman. He looked even smaller and more vulnerable up close, yet his eyes were still filled with that same intensity, the same unspoken connection.
Shubman took a deep breath and walked up to him.
"Hi," he said softly. "You're the one who was staring at me, right?"
The boy looked up, startled, but then his face broke into a wide smile.
"Yes," he whispered, his voice barely a whisper. "I love your songs. You make me feel... understood."
Shubman's heart skipped a beat. He had never felt so understood by anyone, not even his closest friends.
He knelt down to the boy's level, his smile widening. "I have a feeling you might be more than just a fan," he said, his voice laced with a hint of hope.
The boy looked up at him, his eyes filled with a depth that belied his age. He nodded slowly.
"I am ishan," he whispered again.shubman smiled at the smaller boy, as he whispered back,
"Maybe you're my heart waiting for."
In that moment, under the dim glow of the exit sign, Shubman knew he had found something special. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew that his heart had found its direction, a direction that led him to a boy whose eyes held the promise of a love he never knew he was searching for.
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Inspired by 'Who' by jimin of BTS.
