In the front row, a man named Lucas gripped his plastic cup. To the world, he was just another fan in a cowboy hat, but as Cristiano began the first verse, Lucas felt like they were reading his diary. He thought of the messages he’d sent that morning—the ones he shouldn't have—and the silence that followed.
“Eu sou mais uma vítima de um copo...” (I am just another victim of a glass...) In the front row, a man named Lucas gripped his plastic cup
"This one is for everyone who's ever lost a battle to a bottle because of a broken heart," Zé Neto shouted, his voice gravelly and raw. In the front row