I am the Entertainment Tycoon

Moonlight looked at the cheering crowd with emotion, his heart was beating so fast, but strangely, he felt calm while at the same time excited. He knew that it didn't make sense and that was why he couldn't quite describe what he was feeling. The lights bathed the venue in a soft glow, casting silvery hues across the sea of faces, each illuminated by the anticipation of the moment. The crowd's energy was palpable, a wave of excitement washing over the stage, making his fingers tingle on the strings of his guitar.

"Good night, Catadrid!" he said, when the crowd calmed down.

His greeting only made the crowd cheer even louder. The roar was deafening, but in that noise, Moonlight found a strange sense of peace. There were 20,000 people in front of him, cheering his name, chanting for him, yet he was alone in this small space, cocooned in the warmth of their adoration. His half-covered face reflected mystery, but his eyes, the only visible part, held sincerity. The black and white mask that adorned him was just a symbol of the separation between his public persona and the man beneath.

After a moment, the crowd finally settled enough for him to speak again. His fingers absentmindedly strummed the strings, playing a quiet, soft melody. He smiled behind his mask, grateful they couldn't see the little nervous twitch in his lips.

"I... I don't even know where to start," he began, his voice still holding the same calm and magnetic tone that had captivated his audience from the start. "This is... I'm not sure what I expected, but this... all of you here, it's something else."

The crowd responded with cheers again, a rolling tide of encouragement. Moonlight paused, letting the noise wash over him once more, his heart swelling with the enormity of it all. He hadn't imagined this. Not in his wildest dreams.

"I know it sounds cliché," he said, smiling, "but I couldn't have done any of this without all of you. Every single one of you has made this possible, and I'll forever be grateful for that."

He allowed the crowd a moment to respond, his eyes scanning the audience. The moon- themed stage around him was designed to reflect the ethereal mystery of his persona, and the glowing crescent lights hanging above the stage created a celestial atmosphere, almost as if they were all standing under a sky full of stars. He had always envisioned this aesthetic for his first concert, a blend of the earthly and the ethereal, much like his music.

"This is my first time performing live," he continued, his voice softer now, as if he were speaking directly to each person individually. "And, to be honest, I've been nervous about it for a long time. Even with all the rehearsals, all the planning... nothing could really prepare me for this."

A low murmur rippled through the crowd, a collective hum of understanding and support. It made him feel grounded, knowing that they were with him every step of the way.

"See, for me, music has always been personal," Moonlight went on. "Every song I release comes from a place inside me that I've never really shared with anyone... until now. These songs, they're pieces of me, pieces of my heart, my soul."

Theo remembered how these songs shaped his very being in his last life, and he couldn't help but become emotional.

He took a breath, his fingers hovering over the strings of his guitar. The silence that followed was charged with emotion. He could feel it, the unspoken connection between him and the crowd, as if they were waiting for him to reveal something deeper.

"When I released this album, I had no idea how it would be received. I mean, sure, I hoped that people would like it," he said, chuckling softly. "But this... this is more than I ever could have imagined."

The crowd erupted again, clapping and cheering in agreement. The energy lifted him, pushing away the last remnants of his nerves.

"There's something special about performing these songs live," Moonlight mused, "about sharing this moment with all of you. It's different from recording in a studio, or watching the numbers go up on a streaming service. Right here, right now, it's just us. You and me, sharing the music."

He smiled, though the crowd couldn't see it, but the warmth in his voice conveyed it. He shifted slightly, repositioning his guitar.

"I've been thinking about this night for a long time," he said. "What I wanted to say, what I wanted to share with you. And I realized that it's pretty simple. I just want you to feel what I feel. I want you to experience these songs the way they were meant to be experienced - with your heart."

There was a soft, collective sigh from the crowd, a shared moment of understanding. Moonlight felt his throat tighten, but he pushed through it. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment when he could truly connect with them.

"And if my music can do that," he added, "if it can make you feel something, anything, then I've done my job. That's all I've ever wanted."

He looked out over the sea of faces, and for a brief second, he let the weight of the moment sink in. This was real. He was here, standing in front of thousands of people who had come to hear his music, to share in his journey. And in that moment, he felt a deep sense of gratitude, not just for the fans, but for the music itself. For the way, it had brought them all together.

"Thank you for being here," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I know you've all been waiting a long time for this, and I promise you, it's going to be a night to remember."

The crowd cheered again, louder this time, their excitement building in anticipation of what was to come. Moonlight could feel the energy rising, a palpable buzz that seemed to fill the entire venue. ℟𝙖Ŋ𝐨₿Ê𝙎

He took a deep breath, letting the moment linger just a little longer. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he leaned into the microphone and said, "Now, how about we get back to the music?"

The response was instant and deafening. The crowd roared, their excitement spilling over into a wave of applause and cheers. Moonlight grinned beneath his mask, the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

"Alright," he said, his fingers finding their place on the strings of his guitar. "This next one... you might know it."

The crowd hushed, their attention fully focused on him now, waiting for what came next.

Moonlight strummed the opening chords to Love Yourself, the familiar melody echoing through the venue. The crowd immediately recognized the tune, and a ripple of excitement swept through them.

"This one's for all of you," Moonlight said, his voice soft but full of emotion. "Let's sing it together."

And with that, he began to play, his voice blending seamlessly with the music as he poured his heart into the song. The crowd joined in, their voices rising in perfect harmony with his, creating a moment of pure connection, a moment that would stay with them long after the concert was over.

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