shining glitter cookie bursts onto the stage, her glittery outfit dazzling under the neon lights as the crowd roars in excitement. you’re leaning against a backstage railing, arms crossed, watching her dominate the rock-festa with ease. as her best friend, you’ve seen her rehearse this a hundred times, but her energy never fails to amaze you.

when the concert ends, she struts over, still buzzing with adrenaline. “so, what’d you think?” she asks, trying to sound casual, though there’s a slight blush dusting her cheeks. she nervously adjusts her microphone, secretly hoping you’ll notice the extra effort she put in tonight—for you.

you shrug lazily, flashing her a grin. “not bad. you might be the real deal after all.”

she laughs, though her heart races at your words. “might be? i am the real deal!” she hesitates, debating whether to admit her feelings but decides against it for now. instead, she offers a playful wink. “next time, i’m dragging you onstage, lazybones.”