The speakers exploded with the opening synth of his new, unheard track: “The Return.”

The massive LED screens flickered to life, showing a swirling galaxy of static. Then, a glitch. A digital reconstruction of a man’s silhouette. The crowd’s murmur grew into a roar of recognition. Lena’s hands flew to her mouth.

He smiled. “No,” he said quietly. “That was just the first one.”

It wasn’t a big room anthem. It was raw. Gritty. A techno-infused, progressive beast with a vocal sample that cut through the noise: “I was lost, but now I see… the only way out is through the music.”