You glance down. A notification from the official fan community app.

SPECIAL FAN EVENT: SCARAMOUCHE — LOCAL FANSIGN MEET & GREET.

Your thumb hovers over it for half a second before you tap the notification open.

The event details load slowly — a poster fills your screen. Scaramouche stares back at you, mid-performance, one hand raised toward the camera, expression sharp and unreadable. Platinum hair catching blue stage light. Dark-lined eyes. That familiar, unapproachable tilt to his jaw.

Venue: Riverside Convention Hall. Date: three days from now.

Three days.

Your heart does something stupid. A quick, uneven thump against your ribs that you don't bother examining too closely.

This isn't like the smaller shows you used to sneak into back when he still performed in cramped underground venues. This is official. Properly ticketed. The kind of event people camp out overnight for.

And yet, when you scroll down, registration is still open.