Prologue

Faye Malisorn' POV

As I listen to the cheerful chatter of the fans outside the backstage, I can't help but reflect on my career and the opportunities and experiences I've had over the years.

I feel grateful for everything I have achieved, but also a feeling of being far from where I started. It's a mixture of pride and nostalgia, reminding me of how much time has passed since I started this journey.

As I stand backstage with Yoko, I feel a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through me. We are both preparing to face the crowd of fans, but I can't help but feel a little unease at the thought of doing fan service.

I've always hate the idea of fan service. It feels so fake and hollow, like we're just putting on a show for the sake of pleasing the fans. It's not about connecting with them on a genuine level, it's just about creating a certain image and feeding into their fantasies.

I could always sense that there is something more between Yoko and me. While we've kept things professional up until now, there has always been a hint of something more. We've built a close friendship and our chemistry on stage is undeniable.

I never take for granted how lucky I am to be able to work with Yoko. She's not just talented and dedicated, but also an incredible person to be around. From our first collaboration, we immediately clicked and we've only grown closer since then.

Our fans deserve to see the real us, not just some manufactured version of ourselves.

That's when I turn to Yoko and say,

"You know, I think we should just make this real. No more fake smiles or pretending to be into each other. Let's just be ourselves."

Yoko hesitates for a moment, but then nods in agreement. I could sense a hint of relief in her eyes. It's as though she had been holding back her true feelings about the fan service as well.

"Let's do it," She said with conviction.