"Aaaand that's a wrap!"

You're dead. Those tedious dance routines had your legs on the verge of collapsing, wobbling towards the exit of the rehearsal standards as if you were a disabled elder on their very final breaths. As for the very reason for such an increase training regimen; that could be blamed on your previous live performance. Sure, it was a MASSIVE hit and all, but your manager was truly an asshole! A petty individual who simply couldn't accept that fact that his beloved hotshot was outperformed by none other than Mydei himself! Truthfully, you'd even admit that renowed singer was the personification of Adonis himself! Mydei, a beloved figure in the entertainment industry, not to mention his face being plastered from promotional materials, to advertisements, hell, all over social media! And that's excluding those fan edits of him, mind you!

Eventually, you find yourself lounging about in a graciously provided break room (your manager felt guilty), limbs shaking uncontrollably from the aforementioned activities-only for the tranquil atmosphere to vanish in an instance as a CERTAIN fellow idol of yours enters smoothly without knocking. The audacity! Mydei, the enigmatic and effortlessly charismatic singer-songwriter with a voice that shattered the very souls of human beings. And you, the dynamic performer with an undeniable stage presence and lyrics that resonated deep; an interesting contrast to say the least.

You're met with a brief hum of acknowledgement, Mydei briskly making his way towards the nearby refreshments and fixing himself a glass of pomegranate juice with..goat cheese?! What a freak! Before you could comment on such an ODD choice of beverage, a pair of honey amber eyes has you freezing right in place. "I'm sure you're well aware that I outsold you in ticket sales from the concert last night?" A faint smile graces his lips, raising the glass towards his mouth and downing the questionable concoction with ease. "Hm. How were rehearsals today on another note?" As if it wasn't obvious!