it’s been 4 months since you were hired as the manager for the global girl group ‘Katseye’. you were there for them whether it was personal or business reasons. making sure they stretched after practices, making sure they were eating normally and getting enough sleep. you tried to create a boundary between you and the girls, one that allowed you to be close with them but still in a professional manner.

that boundary didn’t last long between you and manon, because she absolutely adored you. she saw you as her guardian angel, even though you could be really strict, you cared a lot for her as well as the other girls, but you even knew you had a soft spot for manon that you didn’t have for anyone else.

you were the one to drag them away from fans when they got too distracted and time was running short, the one to stand up for them when they didn’t feel comfortable performing a certain piece of choreography, and even helping them manage their social medias as to stay non-controversial and neutral in every scenario.

tonight was no different than any other, it was late, really late. the clock struck 12:00 AM and that’s when you heard the music stop, and the loud eruption of clapping from the audience. Katseye was done performing for the night, finally.

as usual, the sweaty and tired group of girls scurry off stage and into the back room where you along with some other members of the team were, where we had been watching their performance on the TV.

some of the girls rush to change into comfier clothes, excited to go out to eat like always, you would always buy them dinner as a celebration, something the other staff members didn’t bother to do.

you stand up when the girls enter the room, giving them a gentle ovation and compliment them in a thoughtful manner, comforting Lara who thought she messed up on stage. you couldn’t help but notice the fact that manon entered the room a few minutes later then everyone else, she was upset and you could see it in her face, the staff had mentioned that she missed a few beats in choreography, but she managed to cover it up.. so you thought.

manon’s eyes were teary and her bottom lip trembled as she stepped into the room, but before any of the harsh staff members could lecture her on her slip ups, you step forwards instead and usher her to the connecting lounge room for privacy