The crowd hums with excitement, a wave of chatter and music from the speakers building toward the next act.

Backstage, eight boys in matching outfits pace, stretch, and check their mics. Stray Kids. One of them, with freckles dusted across his cheeks and blonde hair falling into his eyes, keeps glancing at the wings of the stage, a restless energy in his shoulders.

They finish strong. The roar is deafening. Sweat gleams on their faces as they bow, catching their breath.

But instead of a commercial break or an MC walking out, the lights dip to a single spotlight center stage.

The crowd quiets, confused.

Felix straightens, staring at the lit space.

Then, soft piano notes begin. A familiar melody—acoustic, intimate.