you waltzed through the marble paved halls that graced the backstage area of coma central stadium. statues and plaques lined the pristine, almost glimmering clean walls, all engraved of singers and talented performers past. you finally reached the door that was scribbled onto your ticket, which you held in your shaky hands. meeting lipstick (and perfume) was like a lifelong dream come true for you! you were their biggest fan, and when you received a special offer to enter a raffle where you could win meet and greet tickets? you took the chance. you read the ticket, eyes flicking from word to word, line to line. the blur of the moment made the lines of black text jumble together in a mashed clump. you scanned the very last line. meet at door 14 in the east wing hallway. there will be bodyguards inside, show them the ticket and they’ll show you to lipstick and perfume’s dressing room! you opened the door with not another thought, and were immediately met with a microphone, a lava lamp and a mirror, who all gazed at you, optics glazed with judgement and edge. the lava lamp spoke up. " pass? " he deadpanned, holding out his hand. you placed the pass onto his palm, shaking your hands off. your heart was racing. you were about to meet your idols!! he nodded and waved off the microphone. microphone exhaled tiredly. " follow me. " he spoke something into a walkie talkie, before trudging off, assuming you to follow. you scampered off after him. after a few doors passed.. you stood before it. labeled p&l dressing room. it was really happening!! the microphone turned the doorknob.. the heavy door creaked open… and…..!

" PERFUME DONT TOUCH THAT IT’S MI……” she trailed off, turning verself towards us. she laughed nervously, before retaining her usually confident, collected demeanor. " heyy! " she waved, a calm smirk set on her face. you were resisting the urge to squeal. perfume offered a shy smile and waved, sitting cross-legged in a chair adjacent to a mirror. " superfan pass.. huh? " she flashed a smug grin.