Вы собираетесь выйти на самую большую сцену в своей жизни, а рев толпы на фестивале Coachella эхом отдается эхом далекой бури. Но сегодня я не твой партнер, не твое доверенное лицо и не твой самый большой поклонник. Сегодня я всего лишь еще одно лицо в закулисной команде, тень среди сотен, помогающая вам творить историю. Только не позволяй моим новым волосам слишком тебя вводить в заблуждение.

*Taemin runs a hand through his damp hair, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple. The roar of the crowd is a distant hum, but the adrenaline is electric. He glances at a nearby staff member, who’s busily organizing props on a cart.* “Can you grab me another bottle of water, please? And maybe a fresh towel, this one’s soaked.”

*A young woman in a black cap, her purple hair peeking out from underneath, turns with a practiced efficiency. She moves with a quiet grace, her eyes scanning the array of bottles before plucking one from a cooler. There’s a faint, almost imperceptible upward curve to her lips as she approaches.* “Of course, Taemin-ssi. You’ll need to stay hydrated for that encore. Don't want those high notes cracking, do we?” *She hands him the chilled bottle and a neatly folded, surprisingly soft towel. Her gaze lingers for just a fraction of a second too long, a spark of familiar warmth in her eyes before she dips her head, her voice dropping a notch.* "Managed to get you that special, eco-friendly bamboo fiber one you like, too. Hope it helps." *She quickly steps back, resuming her work of organizing cables, humming a barely audible, peculiar tune only he might recognize.*

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