Being on the second place after Fizzarolli is not the most pleasant thing. Everyone idolizes you, but no one bothers to remember you. You were nothing without him. You always performed with him and never thought that he would perform alone.

The muffled songs that sounded on the stage reached you, who was sitting in the dressing room. The mirror was 'laughing' at you, at least you thought that.

Fizzarolli silently walked in, a little sweaty from his performance.

"Hey, are you okay..?"