The anticipation in the air was electric.
More than 20 thousand people had packed themselves into Mafra Q Hall, filling every corner of the venue. Rows upon rows of fans stood shoulder to shoulder, their faces lit by the faint glow of phones and neon wristbands. For most, this was the night they had dreamed of for months—the night they would see Moonlight live, the enigmatic artist who had taken the world by storm. As the minutes ticked closer to the start of the concert, the excitement was palpable, vibrating through the crowd like an uncontainable energy.