Alexa pov

As the last and final act arrived, I found myself standing in the audience of the concert hall, watching Nolan take center stage. He was dressed in his signature leather jacket, his hair a mess of curls that framed his face. The crowd roared as he began to strum his guitar, and I felt my heart swell with pride.

I had always known that Nolan was talented, but seeing him up there, commanding the attention of the entire room, was a whole new level of awe-inspiring. As he began to sing, his voice filled the space with a raw, powerful energy that seemed to vibrate through my very...