Third person's pov The moment the limo doors opened, the world outside dissolved into a kaleidoscope of flashing lights, roaring cheers, and the insistent call of names. Henry and Zim instantly moved into their roles, forming a professional buffer that allowed Zane and Zach to escort Andre efficiently through the gauntlet of the red carpet. The arrival was choreographed precision: smiles, brief waves, and a constant, forward motion that kept them from being swallowed by the press. Andre, holding tightly to the arms of the two most powerful men in the room, moved with practiced grace. They were radiating the confidence they had built in the dressing room, absorbing the energy of the crowd and channeling it into pure, focused performance adrenaline. Inside the immense, gilded ballroom,

