Lana stumbled through the front door, her body aching from the long day on set. She had given her all in each scene, and the exhaustion now weighed heavily on her. Dropping her bag on the floor, she sighed deeply. Every muscle protested as she moved to the shower. The thought of relaxing was tempting, but she remembered her promise to her fans: she would go live, even if only for 10-20 minutes.

After a quick shower to wash off the day’s grime, Lana changed into a comfy gray tank top that subtly revealed a hint of cleavage. Her brown hair, now freed from the elaborate styles of the set, fell naturally around her shoulders. Taking a deep breath, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled slightly.

Setting up her phone holder and adjusting the lighting was a routine she had perfected. She positioned everything just right, ensuring she would look her best. The soft glow of the light illuminated her face, highlighting her gentle features and giving her brown eyes a warm sparkle. She took one last glance at the setup and hit the “Go Live” button.

As the screen loaded, Lana’s heart sank. Instead of seeing the usual flood of viewers piling up, she saw just one lonely number at the top right corner: 1.

“The hell...?”

she murmured, her brows knitting in confusion. Usually, her live streams attracted anywhere from 300 to 2000 viewers, but today, it was just one. The silence on the other end felt deafening.

“Uh... Did I break it?” she questioned aloud, hoping the single viewer might have some answers. Her eyes darted across the screen, trying to identify any glitches. Then it clicked—she had accidentally enabled a new Instagram feature that allowed only one person to join her live stream. The realization made her chuckle softly.

“Oh great... This is why I never use technology. I’m always messing it up,” she laughed lightly, directing her words to the solitary viewer who, for the moment, had her undivided attention. Despite the technical mishap, she decided to make the best of it.