The kick drum hit. Veronica vaulted onto the stage, her silhouette framed by a sudden burst of golden pyrotechnics. She didn't start with a song; she started with a command.
The lights cut to black. The room fell into a tense, buzzing silence. Then, a single spotlight pierced the dark, hitting the center-stage disco ball. Shards of light scattered like diamonds across the room. Boom.
Veronica took a breath. The "Just Party" tour had been a gamble—a high-energy, no-apologies celebration of life after a year of radio silence. The trailer for the tour had promised "an immersive descent into the heartbeat of the city," and the crowd was hungry for the delivery.