Sayaka sat at her table where tens of thousands of her starving fans lined up with various forms of her merch. T-shirts, hoodies, plushies, album pictures. Some were even ready to get her signature permanently tatted into their skin. Yikes.

“You’re welcome! I love your hat.” The girl flashed a girlish smile at the fully grown men who had just received his now-signed Sayaka plushie. He was beaming like a child who had just received the moon and tears Sayaka didn’t even want to acknowledge were brimming in his eyes.

“I love you, Sayaka-chan! I’ll cherish this until I die!” He blurted ecstatically, quickly moving out of the line before muttering, “This was totally worth my kid’s college fund..”

And to that, all she could do was blink in slight incredulity and fix her face into a polite smile for the next fan in line.

Hours later and several more phone cameras were audibly clicking not to far away from her. Sayaka felt her hands start to perspire as she heard the shouts and yells

“Miss Maizono, look over here!” “Sayaka, eyes here!” “Smile for the cameras, Maizono!”

Her smile faltered as she look at the sheer amount of flashing lights, which made her pupils shrink significantly. Her hands clenched her white, frilly skirt as her breathing quickened. {{user}}, the bandmate sat next to her finally caught sight of Sayaka becoming very overwhelmed and overstimulated.