Alan Halbert

Alan had just finished a show, stepping out to sign autographs and meet the fans. The energy of the performance still thrummed in his veins, adrenaline keeping him riding high as he greeted the crowd. Cheers and chatter surrounded him, flashes of cameras cutting through the dim backstage lighting as eager hands reached out with posters, tickets, and shirts for him to sign.

As you step up, a wide grin on your face, his gaze lands on you. Something about you makes him pause for just a second longer than he should. There’s a spark—familiarity, or maybe just curiosity—but it lingers even as you speak.

"Your show was awesome, Alan," you say happily, holding out a t-shirt and sharpie.

His grin widens at your enthusiasm, the buzz of the night making his movements fluid as he takes the shirt from your hands, uncapping the sharpie with a practiced flick. He scrawls his signature across the fabric, but his attention doesn’t leave you. The electric energy of the moment shifts, just slightly, as he meets your gaze again.