The Greatest Showman #742 – Completely Out of Control

Tall, with a lean physique, he wore the simplest white shirt paired with light blue jeans—casual yet effortlessly stylish. His broad shoulders were accentuated by a navy blue long windbreaker, its tough lines highlighting the masculinity in his posture. His handsome face, framed by neatly combed golden-brown curly hair, radiated elegance and charm, always leaving a lasting impression. The warm smile on his lips curved like the arrival of spring, drawing a golden arc across the sky like a kite in a park, breathtaking in its beauty.

Tessa stared at him, completely captivated, her gaze locked onto him as though there were no one else in the world. Everything around them seemed to fade away, as if only the two of them existed in that moment—so close, yet so distant. All the lights and sounds around them became a blur.

"Ahhh!"

Tessa screamed, losing herself in the overwhelming moment. Her brain had stopped functioning; there were no coherent thoughts left—only screams of excitement. She wasn't alone in her fervor—around her, others joined in. The crowd roared, their collective energy bubbling over like boiling water reaching its peak, like molten magma ready to burst.

"Master!"

The shouts alternated with the screams, cutting through the cool night air and replacing it with the hot energy of the crowd. The air was thick, full of intensity, as though the ground itself trembled beneath their feet. The temperature rose, distorting the atmosphere.

At the Lincoln Center, the crowd had reached a fever pitch. People thought Ryan Gosling's presence had been the highlight. They thought the cheers from the "Edge of Tomorrow" crew had peaked the excitement. But no. This moment, when Renly Hall stepped onto the red carpet, smiling and nodding, was the true climax. The energy in the air was electric, like a fire had been ignited. The navy-blue background glowed with a fiery orange-red, and the air grew hot, distorting like a mirage.

The flashes from cameras and mobile phones lit up the space in a cascade of light, resembling falling stars, each one more brilliant than the next. The surrounding cheers created a surround-sound effect, the chorus of voices mixing and clashing like shattered glass.

Incredible. The crowd, thousands strong, pressed around the 120-yard red carpet. With each of Renly's steps, the collective momentum surged. Lincoln Center seemed to tremble under the weight of the energy, the excitement rising like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

"Ahhhh!" The screams of adoration echoed, creating an overwhelming, galloping energy that swept through the square. The crowd was relentless, pushing forward with an intensity that bordered on madness.

Tessa felt herself being swept along by the surge. Her body moved with the crowd, unable to resist or break free. The heat in her chest and the fervor in her throat made it impossible to think. She couldn't even breathe properly—her lungs felt squeezed, and her vision started to blur.

The crowd continued to push forward, forcing the aluminum alloy railings on the sides of the red carpet to bend under the pressure. The crowd's energy did not diminish, nor did the screams—each shout louder, more intense than the last. "Ahhh!" "Master, I love you!" "God, God, God!" "Master Renly!" The chaos seemed endless. Then came the declaration that pierced through it all: "Master, marry me!"

The force of the declaration stunned the people around, including Renly, who turned to see where it had come from. But all he saw were distorted faces in the crowd, the intense enthusiasm nearly suffocating.

Renly couldn't suppress his smile. He had heard of fan frenzies—seen the madness of Justin Bieber's fans from the sidelines—but never imagined he would be the object of such adoration. The energy here was beyond anything he had ever experienced. Not even the Golden Globes or JFK Airport could compare to this level of chaos.

But then, something caught his attention. The railings, now severely bent, were on the verge of breaking. Renly's smile faltered as panic set in. He rushed forward, trying to stop the surge of the crowd. "Back! Everyone, back!" he shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the frenzy.

Renly quickly turned to the security guards, gesturing desperately for them to help. "Calm down! Everyone calm down!" The chaos was palpable, but it wasn't enough to stop the crowd.

And then it happened. With a sharp snap, the railings finally gave way. The crowd, no longer restrained, rushed forward like a flood, pushing toward Renly. Within moments, he was surrounded, completely engulfed by the mob.

In an instant, Renly was caught in the sea of people. His vision was consumed by the frantic crowd, each person pushing against him with frantic, desperate energy. It felt like being overwhelmed by zombies—a mass of hands reaching for him, slapping him, pulling at him.

Renly struggled against the crowd, but it was futile. The throngs of people only grew more intense, their pressure mounting with every passing second. He couldn't move. The scene felt suffocating, like drowning.

In his peripheral vision, Renly noticed a girl clinging to the railing, her body wracked with pain. It appeared the broken railing had caused her injury. For a moment, Renly froze, shocked by the sight. But then he quickly realized what had happened.

The crowd, completely out of control, continued to surge forward, and the security guards struggled to regain control, but it was clear the situation had spiraled beyond anyone's ability to manage.