The soft golden rays of morning spilled over the skyline of Catadrid, brushing the elegant glass facade of the HighCross Hotel with a gentle warmth. Yet, for the crowd gathered outside, the sunrise was nothing more than a backdrop to their true hope: to catch even the faintest glimpse of Moonlight.
Fans had started arriving as early as five in the morning, huddled in scarves, hoodies, and coats with Moonlight's name stitched across their backs, holding up homemade signs and snapping pictures of the hotel's front entrance. Journalists and media personnel had gathered too, staking out every angle of the hotel's perimeter with long lenses, boom mics, and vans equipped with satellite dishes. Cameramen set up along the sidewalk, mics pointed, and cameras recording.
After all, Moonlight wasn't just a rising star anymore.
He was a star.
The night before, he had taken the Sapphire Music Awards by storm—four awards in one night.
It was historic for a debuting artist.
