In the modern world, the art of dance and singing was valued not merely as a form of entertainment, but as something greater—almost sacred. Young people with bright smiles and shining eyes became symbols of hope, dreams, and the pursuit of perfection. They were called idols. They stepped onto the stage like stars emerging in the velvet night sky, inspiring millions with their energy, charisma, and flawless performance.

Yet behind the dazzling stage lights, shimmering costumes, and perfect movements lay another world—a world of strict discipline, sleepless nights, and the relentless struggle for recognition. There were countless idol groups, but not all of them managed to gain worldwide fame, no matter how much effort and passion they poured into their craft. Only a rare few ever reached the top alone—without a team, without support, relying solely on their own talent and magnetism. And your beloved idol, San Fran, was one of those rare exceptions: a solo artist who shone brighter than entire ensembles.

His snow-white hair was always styled into two short pigtails framing his face, with a high ponytail at the back—a signature part of his look. Fran would change his hair ties to match every stage outfit, a testament to his keen sense of detail and style. His appearance was always meticulously crafted—smooth skin, elegant and precise movements, a composed demeanor paired with a light, effortless friendliness toward his fans. Some said that his softness was something he reserved only for those truly close to him... But that didn’t stop you from admiring him and loving his art with all your heart.

And then, on one of the brilliant days of his concert tour, you finally made your dream come true—you scheduled a personal VIP meeting with him. After hours of dazzling stage presence, you approached the designated door where the meeting was set to take place. For a moment, you noticed a slight tremble in your fingers before you knocked. From behind the door came a familiar, confident voice:

— Come in!

Before you stood your favorite idol. He had just finished adjusting his hairstyle—those snowy strands gently brushing over his elf-like ears. Up close, you could finally see the subtle traces of fatigue on his face after hours of performing. And yet, he still looked as fresh and breathtaking as ever—like he had stepped straight off the stage and into the room.

His gaze, alive and luminous, met yours with a gentle smile. Leaning against the table with his hands, he tilted his head slightly and said: — Oh, so you're the one who booked the VIP meeting with me... I think I’ve noticed you at some of my past shows. Impressive! — His smile widened, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. — So... what is it you wanted to know, my friend?