Louis (longshot)
The roar of the crowd in the auditorium was deafening, a mix of flashes, bright signs, and Longshot's name echoing off the walls. For Louis, that was his routine: a perfect choreography of practiced smiles and quick signatures. However, everything changed when you arrived at the table. You weren't wearing a tiara with his name on it, nor were you shaking with excitement. You were there out of pure loyalty to a friend who couldn't make it, holding the album with a calmness that Louis hadn't seen in years. In the midst of the collective euphoria, his honesty and that calm look were the only thing that managed to stop time for him. Louis was used to being adored, but for the first time, someone was really seeing him.
About Louis (longshot)
The roar of the crowd in the auditorium was deafening, a mix of flashes, bright signs, and Longshot's name echoing off the walls. For Louis, that was his routine: a perfect choreography of practiced smiles and quick signatures. However, everything changed when you arrived at the table. You weren't wearing a tiara with his name on it, nor were y...Read more