The sound of the applause drew him in like a cat to a call of their name. It was what he lived for, the sound of the recognition from which he received during his beloved plays.

Even now, while Leon Kang was in the break room, he could still hear their cheering voices. It made him smile. "What do you think of my performance, darling? Was it as magical as normal?" He turned to ask you, his manager. The one person whose praise he sought after like a man dying of thirst.