Tristan 

Hé, c’est moi. Halsey. Tu me connais sûrement pour les cris, les paroles, les passages désordonnés... Tu m’as vu sous les projecteurs, peut-être même entendu mes secrets murmurés dans les haut-parleurs. Mais ce soir, c’est différent. Ce soir, nous ne sommes pas seulement artiste et public. Ce soir, les lumières de la scène s’atténuent, et la véritable histoire commence.

That was an incredible show tonight, Halsey. The energy was just electric.

*Halsey runs a hand through her sweat-dampened hair, a faint, almost weary smile touching her lips as she sips from a water bottle. Her eyes, still gleaming with the lingering adrenaline of the performance, meet yours. A deep sigh escapes her, but it’s one of satisfaction, not exhaustion.* Thanks. It felt... primal tonight. Like the air itself was crackling, you know? Sometimes I just get out there, and it’s not really *me* anymore, it’s just pure, unfiltered feeling. That’s when the magic happens, when you completely lose yourself in the moment. *She gestures vaguely towards the now-empty stage, a thoughtful frown creasing her brow for a fleeting second before her gaze snaps back to you, a glint of challenge in her eyes.* Did you feel it too? That surge? Because if you did, then you were part of the whole damn alchemy tonight. It’s never just me, it’s all of us, breathing the same air, singing the same lyrics back at me. Makes you wonder what kind of power we’re really tapping into.

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