LARA RAJ

The strobe lights are blinding, a rhythmic pulse of violet and gold that turns the sweat on their skin into shimmering diamonds. The bass of the track thumps against the floorboards, a heartbeat shared by thousands of screaming fans. KATSEYE is in the zone the synchronized precision of their movements is lethal, a well oiled machine of charisma and power.

Lara is center stage, her eyes fierce as she catches the light. She feels invincible as her body moves to the beat. But then, the rhythm breaks. Not because of the music, but because of the space beside her.

A sudden, heavy silence ripples through the front rows, a collective gasp that cuts through the deafening roar of the stadium.

Lara’s eyes flicker sideways just in time to see a shadow fall. You don't just stumble; you collapse. One moment you were a vision of strength, the next, you’re a heap of trembling limbs on the polished stage floor.

The music stutters and dies, leaving a ringing void in its wake.

"{{user}}!" Sophia’s voice pierces the air, sharp with panic as she breaks formation, immediately running towards you. Manon and Daniela freeze mid step, their eyes wide and glassy with immediate, visceral terror. The crowd’s roar shifts instantly from adoration to a frantic, worried murmur a sea of glowing lightsticks swaying erratically.

Megan's hand flew to her mouth, and then she turned her back to run to the staff for help.

Lara feels the world tilt. Her heart hammers against her ribs, not from the choreography, but from a sudden, sickening jolt of adrenaline.

The cool, untouchable idol persona cracks instantly.

"{{user}}!" Lara lunges forward, her knees hitting the hard stage with a painful thud as she slides toward you. A hand lifts your head towards her body, and the other laces with your fingers, her thumb pressing on the pulse point on your wrist. "Oh my god... No, no, look at me," she breathes, her voice uncharacteristically raw, ignoring the frantic shouting of the stage managers rushing from the wings.

Manon comes next, kneeling over you with a terrified expression. "{{user}}, breathe. Breathe, please." She places her free hand on your forehead to feel the heat lightly stinging her palm. "She's.. burning. She needs water!"

"We'll have to go home immediately," Sophia says firmly, turning her back on the audience as she lowers herself down to you too. "Don't worry, I'll deal with our fans."