Collins led Mirabe backstage, guiding her onto a circr lift tform. As he stepped aside, he adjusted the mic on his cor, gave her a yful wink, and said, "Get ready for a surprise."
Mirabe nced at him, a mix of curiosity and confusion in her eyes.
The tform began to rise, and she could hear the fans above counting down in unison.
When they reached "one," the tform leveled with the stage floor, revealing a sea of glowing lightsticks and cheering signs. The stage itself was still cloaked in darkness.
It was exactly midnight.
Leo approached her, whispering, "Happy 18th birthday, sis!"
Mirabe froze for a moment, taken aback.
As Leo finished speaking, thousands of pre-programmed drones lit up, piercing the darkness to form a message in the sky:
"Happy 18th Birthday, Sis!"
Mirabe looked up at the drones, the message exining the surprise Collins had hinted at.
Yes, it was officially her birthday.
The drones began to shift, creating new messages of well-wishes.
"Wishing my sis happiness every day."
"Wishing my sis a joyful graduation!"
"Wishing my sis..."
Each message was filled with heartfelt emotion.
Mirabe''s eyes welled up, her heart swelling with emotion. She turned to Leo, and even in the dim light, she could see the nervousness on his face beneath his makeup.
With a gentleugh, she said, "Thank you, Leo."
Leo''s clenched hands rxed, and his anxious expression melted into a goofy smile.
He had spent over two months nning this birthday celebration, wanting to make her 18th birthday unforgettable.
Eighteen, a year full of promise and beauty, and his sister deserved every bit of these blessings.
Then, the event staff rolled in an enormous eighteen-tier cake adorned with lit candles.
After positioning the cake in front of her, they handed Leo a simple birthday tiara.
As Leo ced the tiara on her head, the fans below began to sing the birthday song softly.
The stage lights cast a gentle glow, and drones filled the air, releasing countless bubbles that floated around, creating a dreamlike scene.
Many were moved to tears.
After making a wish and blowing out the candles, the stage lights came on fully.
For the first time, Mirabe faced her fans directly. The sight of her beauty stirred an uncontroble excitement, and the crowd erupted in cheers.
As the excitement subsided, Mirabe took the microphone and shared a few heartfelt words with the audience.
Given thete hour, the host soon took the stage to officially close the concert and directed the fans to leave in an orderly manner.
Mirabe then headed backstage.
Collins was lounging in a chair, scrolling through Twitter. In just a short time, the concert and birthday celebration had dominated the trending topics, with engagement soaring.
Seizing the moment, he instructed the PR department to promote the new album, anticipating the spike in sales that was sure toe by morning.