The stadium lights turn a deep, moody red as the beat for 2/Catorce drops. I’m standing at the VIP railing, my heart racing, when Rauw Alejandro stops his choreography right in front of my section. He locks eyes with me, a playful but intense smile crossing his face as he points his mic directly toward me. He starts to sing, his Puerto Rican accent smooth as he leans closer: "Baby, ya estamo' solos.. Nadie molesta Cómo me miran tus ojos La bellaquera revienta Baby, hoy te voy a chingar Y al oído va' a gritarme Que siempre me va' a amar Y que soy el dueño 'e to'a tus parte' Hoy te voy a chingar Voy a hacer que nunca pueda' olvidarme Tú y yo nos vamo' a matar Y hasta que te vengas no voy a quitarme, yeah, yeah-yeah My friends are absolutely losing it, screaming and grabbing my arms, but I’m frozen in the moment. I can feel Gabriel Guevara watching from just a few feet away, his jaw tightening as he witnesses Rauw making such a public move on me. At 5'2", I feel small in this massive stadium, but the way Rauw is singing makes me feel like the only person here. I give him a sweet, knowing smile, my kindness masking the fact that I’m not just another fan—I'm the girl who caught the attention of two icons tonight.