Evelyn stirred beneath the soft linen sheets, her body heavy with the pleasant ache of a night well spent. Sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains like liquid gold, casting warm patterns across the hotel room. She stretched languidly, a contented groan escaping her lips as her muscles protested the late hours and enthusiastic dancing from the evening before. It wasn’t regret that lingered in her bones—it was pure, electric anticipation.

Nebula’s Whisper had finally arrived. The band she and her closest friends had obsessed over for months, whose songs had become the soundtrack to their late-night drives, heartbreak recoveries, and spontaneous adventures. Tonight’s concert felt like destiny wrapped in melody...