The sun had barely set over Bangkok, but the streets around CentralWorld were already buzzing with energy. A sea of fans, waving lightsticks and holding colorful banners, pressed against the barricades, chanting in unison. The air smelled of street food and excitement, an electric hum of anticipation crackling through the crowd.
Shelly clutched her lightstick tightly, her phone recording everything, her pulse racing. Around her, fans jumped in sync, their cheers echoing off the massive glass walls of the mall. It wasn't just a crowd—it was a living, breathing organism, all heartbeats synced to the same rhythm.
"Wow," she breathed, scanning the packed venue. She could see posters plastered everywhere: Ohm Pawat, Pond Naravit, Phuwin Tang. Each one meticulously decorated with glitter, stickers, and handwritten messages. "This is insane."
Aisha nudged her shoulder. "Insane? Girl, you look like you're about to faint."
"I might," Shelly admitted, laughing nervously. "Look at all of them!"
The stage lights blazed suddenly, illuminating the arena as smoke rolled across the floor. The screams intensified, almost deafening, as fans surged forward. Shelly's hands shook as the opening beat of the first song dropped.
"Oh my God…" she whispered.
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The Performance Begins
The GMMTV artists burst onto the stage like a force of nature. Ohm Pawat led the choreography with smooth precision, Pond Naravit's voice soared through the arena, and Phuwin Tang danced with infectious energy that made the crowd erupt in synchronized screams.
Shelly felt goosebumps ripple across her arms. The music pounded in her chest, and she raised her lightstick high, matching the rhythm of the fans around her. Every scream, every chant, every note seemed to vibrate inside her.
"Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!"
"Pond! Pond! Pond!"
"Phuwin! Phuwin! Phuwin!"
Shelly found herself shouting along, voice hoarse but unrelenting, tears pricking her eyes as the crowd roared in unison. Cameras flashed, capturing the chaos of joy and devotion. She recorded short clips for her YouTube channel, but half the time, she forgot to hold the camera steady because the energy was consuming her.
Every song was a spectacle: the lighting changed colors with every beat, costumes glittered under the spotlights, and fans moved as one entity, waving banners and glowing sticks. Shelly felt like she was floating, part of a world she had dreamed about for years.
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Crowd Energy
From the second row, she could see fans screaming in excitement, holding their phones high to capture every moment. The chants were loud, echoing through the glass and steel of CentralWorld. Some fans cried, some laughed, and some sang along, perfectly in tune with the live performers.
Shelly's favorite part was when Pond Naravit sang the chorus of their new single. The harmonies soared above the screaming crowd, and for a brief moment, everything went silent in her mind except for the music and the electricity of the arena.
She cheered louder than anyone around her, jumping up and down, lightstick waving in rhythm with the others. The performers smiled, feeding off the crowd's energy, creating a feedback loop of exhilaration that made Shelly feel like she was part of the show itself.
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Fan Interaction
Midway through the concert, the artists paused for greetings. They waved, blew kisses, and waved at the audience with bright smiles. Shelly's heart pounded as Ohm looked in her direction, a fleeting glance that made her knees weaken.
She screamed with the crowd, almost losing her voice. Pond clapped along with the chants, and Phuwin winked at the audience during a brief break. It was overwhelming, surreal, and intoxicating all at once. She recorded a few seconds of this, her hands trembling with excitement.
The fans around her were buzzing, exchanging whispers and shrieks. Shelly could barely hear herself think, but she didn't care. She had waited for this moment her entire life.
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The Final Songs
As the concert neared its climax, the energy escalated. Fans held up banners that lit up in unison, waving them frantically. The three performers danced with increasing intensity, each song more explosive than the last.
Shelly screamed, danced, and recorded, tears streaming down her face from the pure intensity of the moment. She felt alive in a way that no classroom, no lecture, no System notification could ever match.
The crowd chanted the performers' names one last time as the trio took their final bow. Spotlights swept across the arena, catching every glittering banner and waving lightstick. Fans sang along to the closing song, voices merging into a tidal wave of devotion.
Shelly's throat burned, her body aching from jumping, but she didn't care. She had lived this moment fully, completely, and with all her heart.
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Aftermath
The lights dimmed, smoke cleared, and the crowd slowly began to disperse. Shelly clutched her phone, reviewing the clips she had recorded, laughing through tears.
"This… this was incredible," she whispered, voice hoarse. "I can't believe I actually saw them perform."
Aisha leaned against her, equally exhausted but smiling. "You survived the fan frenzy."
"Barely," Shelly admitted. "But it was worth every scream, every jump, every tear."
They walked out into the warm Bangkok night, still buzzing from the concert. The streets were alive with fans discussing their favorite moments, sharing clips, and waving lightsticks even outside the venue. Shelly felt part of something bigger than herself, part of a community of fans and believers in the same dream world.
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Closing Thoughts
Back at the dorm, Shelly collapsed onto her bed, exhausted but exhilarated. Her lightstick lay beside her, her phone full of videos and photos, and her heart still pounding from the energy of the concert.
She sent a quick video call to her family. Caro, Nelia, Clifton, Collin, and even her mom and dad all crowded the screen, cheering and teasing relentlessly.
"You screamed too much!" Nelia joked.
"Did Ohm notice you?" Clifton demanded.
"Shelly, don't faint next time," Caro warned, smirking.
Shelly laughed, covering her face. "I survived! Barely! But yes, it was amazing!"
As she turned off the call and lay back, the sounds of the screaming fans and the music replayed in her mind. For the first time, she realized: this was only the beginning. Bangkok was a city of dreams, and tonight she had touched hers.
[Rich and Academic System] pinged quietly in her vision:
[Quest Completed: Fanmeet Attendance – Social Influence +2, Happiness +5]
Shelly smiled, exhausted, happy, and ready for whatever came next.