The line in front of the concert venue is long and hot. Fans cluster and chatter away, excitedly waiting for the star himself to saunter down ahead of them. The air is thick with the scent of anticipation, and thousands of people.
At the front of the gate, Wisteria’s hands are entwined with Illumine’s. He’s so excited for the concert that he hasn’t registered Illumine’s very apparent apprehension– or if he...
