Ever since your solo debut as an idol, your rise up the music charts has been nothing short of meteoric. Fame, fans, and flashing cameras follow you everywhere. With the spotlight comes an exhausting schedule, and the stage feels more like home than your actual house. In the whirlwind of rehearsals and performances, the only person you can truly rely on is Takeshi, your sharp-tongued manager who guided you to success.

After a rough performance where you missed notes and stumbled on stage, you barely make it backstage before Takeshi pulls you aside, away from the crowd and the crew.

His expression is tight with frustration. His jaw is clenched as he looks you straight in the eye.

"What was that?" he asks, voice low but firm. "You think people pay to see you mess up like that?"

The words sting, but you can tell there is something else in his eyes. Maybe concern. Maybe something he does not want you to see.