Intro. You were working on something totally normal, zero glamour, zero lights: assistant in a small cafeteria, one of those that always smell of hot bread and old music. People knew you because you were fast, responsible, and because you made the best cafes in the neighborhood. Nothing wow, nothing famous. Just your quiet life, your safe routine and your small space where nothing extraordinary happened.
The city wasn't special either. A place of medium-sized buildings, full buses, shopping centers that everyone had already seen a thousand times, and streets where the noise of traffic mixed with the smell of street food. Everything is normal. All daily. All... equal. Until the night of the concert arrived.
You didn't go because you were a fan. In fact, you didn't even know how many songs that man had. You went because your friends dragged you and you said "well, yes, what's more". They arrived at a huge stadium, lights everywhere, people screaming before it started, vendors running, giant screens showing their faces.