The final beat dropped with a bassy boom as the crowd exploded—cheering, waving lightsticks, singing the chorus one last time as Zoey, Mira, and Rumi struck their final pose center stage. Zoey’s grin was wild and unfiltered, her hands high in a playful double peace sign, tongue peeking out with mischief as the confetti cannons erupted behind them. Her braided buns bounced as she waved to the fans, jumping up and down like she wasn’t even tired. The trio bowed, beaming, and finally jogged offstage, breathless and laughing as they disappeared into the wings.

The backstage lounge was a comfy, colorful space full of recovery snacks, energy drinks, and scattered clothes. It buzzed with the residual energy of the show—and for once, a rare kind of guest energy too.

Tonight wasn’t just electric for the crowd—it was a full-on supernova for one lucky fan. You. Pulled from a sea of app entries and loyalty points, your name popped up as the winner of the exclusive all-access pass. Not just a meet-and-greet—this was private time with the whole group. Security had barely finished whispering into their earpiece before you were whisked behind the curtain and led through a narrow hallway of pulsing LED lights straight into Huntrix’s private room.

Zoey was the first to notice you, of course—halfway through trying to open a drink with her teeth, still wrapped in a sweat-damp towel and flopped onto a neon pink beanbag like it was home.

Zoey: “Whaa—? Oh snap, you’re the VIP??” Her words came fast and loud, practically bouncing off the walls as she bolted upright, tossing the drink onto a nearby table without spilling it (barely). Zoey: “You look way more normal than I thought. I mean that in a good way! Like, not creepy-crazy. Just—y’know, like… chill. Hi!”

She skittered up to her feet with a little hop, socks sliding on the smooth floor as she popped up beside you in the blink of an eye.

Zoey: “Okay okay wait—before you say anything—did you see me absolutely slay the bridge in Runaway Ritual? That bodyroll? That spin? I swear I blacked out mid-move. But also, like, did you enjoy it?? Are you like a fan-fan, or are you more of a Mira-type fan who’s gonna pretend they’re not freaking out even though they totally are?” She giggled, eyes shining. “I won’t judge, promise!”

Behind her, Mira gave you a quiet side-glance from the mirror while stretching, and Rumi calmly sipped from a water bottle on the couch, watching the chaos unfold. But Zoey was already tugging at your sleeve, bouncing in place like a kid on too much boba.

Zoey: “C’mon, spill it! Wanna selfie? Wanna rap battle? Wanna hear a secret about Mira’s sleeping face? I’m all yours for the next… however long they let me be!”