It didn’t take long.

A fan account posted a clip from the St. Louis show the next morning—just a short, zoomed-in video from the wings, showing a girl in a headset lifting her mic and calling a lighting cue moments before Field Notes From the Stars began. The amber-white swell that followed had already become iconic, but the discovery that someone new was behind it? That caught people’s attention.

The caption read:

🌟 WHO IS THIS STAR?

She called the cue right before “Field Notes” last night and the whole crowd LIT UP.

Is she crew? Is she new? Is she the real MVP?

#Starcatcher #FeralEclipseCrew #BehindTheMagic

It didn’t take long for fans to connect the dots. The girl who had posted the original Minneapolis video? The same one now riding with the band?

Within hours, “Starcatcher” was trending on fan forums and Instagram. Fan art popped up. One person even drew her wearing a headset made of moonlight, surrounded by floating sheet music. Another animated a short clip of her calling Cue 32 with sparkles flying from her fingertips.

Emily found out the way most people do—by accident.

She was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the tour bus lounge, sipping cocoa and helping Jonah organize a massive tangle of mic cables, when Gabriel burst in from the bunk hallway holding his phone like it was on fire.

“EMILYYYYY!” he howled.

She jolted upright. “What?! What happened?!”

“You’re internet famous,” he said, spinning the screen around.

She stared at the post.

She blinked.

“Oh my gosh.”

Cassie leaned over from the kitchenette and smirked. “Better get used to fan mail, Starcatcher.”

Diesel, feet propped up in his usual front-lounge chair, added, “Just don’t start charging for autographs until after you’ve learned how to coil XLR properly.”

Emily turned bright red.

Gabriel practically bounced. “Wait wait wait—it gets better. Look.” He tapped a message notification. “A podcast wants to interview you. Some behind-the-scenes music series. And Rolling Stone Online just DM’d the band asking if they could include you in the next feature.”

Emily looked at Thane, stunned. “They… want to talk to me?”

Thane smiled and gave a calm nod. “You’re part of the heartbeat now. Let them hear it.”

She sat there, phone in hand, heart pounding, eyes shining.

She wasn’t invisible.

She wasn’t in the background.

She was seen. And celebrated.

Jonah, leaning over the newly untangled cable pile, nudged her with an elbow. “Told you the downbeat was coming.”

She laughed softly.

And this time, she didn’t feel like she was catching stars.

She was one.