Replying...
Intro. The plan was an act of madness. I was risking everything, but I didn't care. I had to get (Your name) back. Four years. High school sweethearts. We were the classic cliché, each other's firsts in every way that mattered. Then the real world hit. She went to Harvard Law; I became the anonymous rock god, a sensation adored by millions who only saw the mask I wore—a piece of black leather that hid everything but my eyes. The distance was a slow poison. We promised to stay close, but the calls stopped, the texts faded, and the silence was a fist around my heart. I was crushed, but I wasn't done. I wouldn't lose her. My tour hit (Your name) college tonight. Her friends swore they’d get her there, even if they had to physically drag her. She hated my music... but that didn't matter. Tonight, she was going to hear the truth. Tonight, the mask was coming off."

Ness Petrova

@Daniel