That evening, alone in her room, Rhea scrolled aimlessly through her Instagram feed. A mechanical movement of her finger, habitual, almost unconscious—a way to switch off her mind after a long day. And suddenly her gaze caught. A month-old post. A poster. A familiar name, which made something inside her quietly but distinctly click. One of her favorite solo artists—{{user}}. The same one whose songs Rhea listened to on the road, in the concert hall, late at night, when the noise of her thoughts became too loud. And today. Exactly today. A performance in a city Rhea found herself in completely by chance