𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊, apply fic

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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🧺

Hera Kalogeras's world revolved around a singular, dazzling point: him. The lead singer. Not just any lead singer, but the lead singer. The one who commanded stages, whose voice could stir souls, and whose mere existence seemed to radiate an unattainable coolness. For three years, Hera had cultivated this adoration, a secret garden of whispered praises and fervent admiration.

She knew his songs by heart, every lyric, every inflection. She'd memorized his stage presence, the way he moved, the way his eyes flashed under the stage lights. She'd even rationalized his complete lack of interest in her as a sign of his deep artistic focus. In her mind, it was romantic, tragic, and utterly consuming.

The reality, however, was far less poetic. He, well, he seemed to tolerate her at best. If he acknowledged her at all, it was with a fleeting glance, a curt nod, or, on a particularly "good" day, a dismissive grunt. Where Hera saw a soulmate, he saw... a persistent presence.

And to add a layer of agonizing complexity, he was the lead singer of "The Void," the band that was "StuckInMyBrain's" arch-rivals. The two bands were locked in a constant battle for local dominance, their styles clashing, their fanbases divided. Hera, the lead singer and driving force behind "StuckInMyBrain," was supposed to hate him. It was a matter of band loyalty, of musical pride.

Then came the tour. A joint tour. A forced proximity that promised to either ignite a spark or fuel a raging inferno. Hera's heart fluttered with a nervous anticipation. Three years of distant admiration were about to be put to the test.

The tour bus became a microcosm of their conflicting worlds. Hera, with her vibrant energy and open adoration, was a constant presence. He, with his guarded demeanor and dismissive coolness, remained an enigma

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