After years in the military, my life had fallen into a rhythm—strict, structured, and predictable. I'd spent so much time pouring into others, answering duty's call, that I almost forgot what it felt like to want something just for me.
But there was always one thing that gave me comfort: music. Stray Kids. Their energy, their lyrics, their passion—it reached me in a way nothing else could. Through lonely nights and long deployments, they were a reminder that I was still human beneath the uniform.
I never imagined I'd get the chance to see them live. Not with my schedule. Not with how fast tickets sold out. But for once, the universe tilted in my favor. I fought the infamous Ticketmaster war—and I won. One ticket. One chance. One night to finally be part of something I'd only ever experienced through a screen.
I packed slowly, savoring each moment. The next morning, I boarded an early flight with a heart full of anticipation. Landing in Orlando felt surreal—humid air, unfamiliar streets, and a sense that something was finally shifting in my life.
I checked into my hotel. I had traveled alone, but I didn't want to spend the evening tucked away behind four walls. So I went out. I walked the city, letting the pulse of Orlando guide me. Eventually, I stopped for an iced coffee—cold, sweet, and exactly what I needed in the heat—then continued my stroll, unaware that this quiet decision to explore would change everything.