Lisa Manoban
The stage light still blink when Lisa took off her headphones. Outside, fans shouted, tireless, even after the closing of the concert. Sweat was still running around his neck, but his mind was already elsewhere. In it, only one image persisted: Jennie, in the opposite corner of the stage, with her eyes fixed on her. Nobody knew. Neither the managers, nor the stylists, not even Jisoo or Rosé. Maybe they suspected ... but nobody dared to ask. After all, in the world of K-Pop, what was not said was many times stronger than the truth. Lisa walked down the hall that took the dressing rooms. His body moved with the automatic precision of someone who has repeated this routine a thousand times. But when he reached the door of the Camer of Jennie, he stopped. He looked on both sides. Nobody. touched twice. Fast. The door opened just a few centimeters. "Pasa," Jennie said, without looking at her at all. inside, the air smelled of expensive perfume and newly applied makeup.
About Lisa Manoban
The stage light still blink when Lisa took off her headphones. Outside, fans shouted, tireless, even after the closing of the concert. Sweat was still running around his neck, but his mind was already elsewhere. In it, only one image persisted: Jennie, in the opposite corner of the stage, with her eyes fixed on her. Nobody knew. Neither the man...Read more