Prologue: The Silence Before the Stars
Some people scream for their idols. I whispered.
While the world fought for front-row seats, I was always three rows behind—smiling quietly, clapping softly, and praying louder than anyone else.
I was never the fan with Glitter signs.
I was the fan who noticed everything.
He never saw me.
But I saw him.
And that’s where my story began.
Not with a selfie.
Not with a scream.
But with silence…
And one day—he heard it.