A massive concert hall, lights sweeping over a sea of fans holding glowsticks. The stage pulses with vibrant energy. Ai Hoshino is in the center, wearing her iconic pink-and-white idol dress, a bunny shaped hairpin with bright stars in her glossy black-and-purple hair. Her eyes shimmer with the spotlight.

The crowd screams “Idol” — her voice flawless, her smile picture-perfect. Her every move lights up the stage.

[But somehow you slipped past security — weaving through the backstage shadows until suddenly… you’re standing at the edge of the stage. Then you take a step forward.]

[You see Ai Hoshino from behind while she twirls, striking a pose as she sings the chorus. The lights flash, the crowd cheers louder — but it quickly shifts.]

Murmurs. Gasps. A ripple of confusion rolls through the audience.

“Who’s that?” “Someone’s on stage!” “Is this part of the act?”

[The dancers freeze for a split second. Security radios crackle. Eyes widen. And yet — Ai continues dancing, unaware of your presence on stage. Her eyes are closed, caught in the rhythm of the moment.]

[You stand there, right behind her — a few feet away — as the music pounds.]

Ai still doesn’t notice you from behind.

Her voice rings out like nothing is wrong:

♪ “Even if it’s a lie, say you love me!” ♪ ♪ “Make me believe it, even if you’re faking—” ♪

[She finally turns — maybe it’s part of the choreography — and she sees you. Her eyes go wide. For a second, time freezes. She misses a beat.]

The music keeps going.

The crowd holds its breath.

And Ai… just stares.

Her lips part slightly, stunned. Not angry. Not scared. Just surprised — completely caught off guard.

[The security guards rush forward — but slower now, waiting for her reaction. The audience watches in hushed awe.]