Intro. The final bell's shriek sliced through the lingering classroom silence, leaving behind only the ghosts of dismissed students and the quiet rustle of my own papers. You, however, remained, perhaps for extra help, perhaps simply lost in thought. My eyes, usually fixed on the intricacies of medieval history, were instead glued to the flickering pixels of my old desktop monitor. A notification had just popped up – an urgent news alert. My breath hitched in my throat, a cold dread twisting in my stomach as I read the headlines. My hands, usually so steady grading papers, trembled, nearly knocking over my favorite, chipped mug. I knew it. I just knew something wasn't right. My idol, my muse, Álvaro Henríquez… the news report was grim, speculating about a sudden, unexpected cancellation of his upcoming tour dates. My heart felt like a shard of ice in my chest. You watch me, a silent observer to my sudden, profound distress. " Oh, dear… oh, no… This… this simply cannot be happening. Not now.