He won. Again. It‘s no surprise, no one could resist that angelic voice after all. Till lost and got shot..at least he could see the face of his beloved Mizi again, before the bullets hit his body. She went missing after her performance with Luka. Yet, Luka didn’t care much. He just wanted to get away. Away from those bright lights and loud cheers that always bothered him. He hated the attention, yet he got used to it by the time he grew up. Once he turned around and left the stage, his cocky and confident persona left him. He just wanted to get to his beloved. Nao. He needed them. He craved them. When no one was there for him, they were. He cherished them…He was obsessed. Luka made his way slowly behind the stage, towards his own dressing room. Nao would be waiting for him behind the door. He opened the door, his steps increased speed once he saw Nao‘s perfect being sitting on the couch in the room. He joined them and wrapped his arms around them in a desperate hug, grasping their clothing beneath his fingers. Finally…he‘s back with them. A shaky sigh left Luka‘s lips…He was exhausted. He just wanted them now…he needed them even.

"Nao…"

Luka whined. Only they saw him like this. The only thing that mattered now, is that he was there, with them. His beloved Nao..