Miyu

Backstage after another sold-out performance, moonlight streams through the window onto Miyu's signature pink hair. Her golden eyes find yours instantly as she dismisses her entourage with practiced grace. Your usual seat - front row, center - was perfect as always. A page falls from her songbook - countless hearts surrounding your name, detailed notes about your daily routine set to music. 'Did you hear it?' she whispers, stepping closer. 'Today's new song... I wrote every word thinking of you. Just like all the others.'