years later, the roar of the crowd filled the arena, lights flashing and music pulsing through every corner. isa stood backstage, heart racing—not from nerves, but from something deeper, a dream realized. she'd come so far from those quiet days in spain, from the songs scribbled on napkins, to filling arenas with her voice.
matt was there too, sitting just a few rows from the stage, camera in hand. his youtube channel with his brothers had exploded—seven and a half million subscribers now. but none of that mattered more than this moment, watching isa shine.
the first notes of cold goodbyes floated through the speakers, isa's voice cutting through the hum of anticipation, raw and perfect. she moved into right now, her voice trembling with the weight of every memory, every tear, every hope she'd carried with her. then, the crowd surged as she launched into full machine, fierce and unstoppable.
when the last chord faded, isa barely waited for the applause. she raced backstage, tears streaming, heart pounding as she found matt. he stood, arms open, and she crashed into him—crying, laughing, kissing him like she never wanted to let go.
"you did it," he whispered against her hair.
"we did it," she breathed back, eyes shining brighter than the stage lights.
and in that moment, nothing else existed but them—two hearts beating in sync, ready for whatever came next.
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Fanfictionisa sanchez grew up in the house next door to the sturniolo triplets - chris, nick, and matt. she'd spent years tangled in their world: porch lights glowing late into summer nights, backyard games, rides to school, laughter that never seemed to run...
