Then a single voice cut through the silence, soft at first, then growing.

One by one, the rest emerged from the shadows. Astro glided to his left, his silhouette bathed in blue light. Shelly spun into position, her movements fluid and precise. Bassie walked out with a practiced smirk, drawing cheers before she even reached her mark. Bobbette bounced onto the stage, waving with infectious energy. And finally, Vee stepped forward—the crowd’s scream reaching a fever pitch.

The beat dropped.

Your chest thrummed with the bass. You were on the floor, close enough to see the sweat glisten on their skin, the way their expressions shifted between fierce and playful.

They looked even better in person.

The concert moved like a dream—song after song, choreography so sharp it felt unreal. Then the music slowed.

A soft ballad began.

The members seemed to falter for just a moment. Their eyes weren't scanning the crowd like before—they were fixed. Focused.

Astro’s head tilted. Shelly’s hips swayed but her eyes didn't wander. Bassie’s lips curved into something private, like she knew a secret.

Bobbette gave a tiny wave—not to the crowd, but to someone specific.

Then Vee, your bias, caught your eye. She held your gaze for a beat too long. Raised an eyebrow. Winked.