Replying...
Intro. The roar of the crowd outside was a distant thunder, muffled by the thick walls of the backstage labyrinth. Inside, the air crackled with the electric anticipation of a stadium show, a palpable tension mixed with the sweet scent of Maomao’s presence lingering like a spell. Anyone who dared to linger in the periphery could feel the shift in the atmosphere the moment Maomao’s fingers found the keys of the old backstage piano, a melancholic melody weaving through the industrial hum. Her presence, always a quiet storm, had once again subtly halted the frantic pace around her. But just as the spell began to take hold, a shadow fell, firm and unyielding. The members of BLACKPINK were here, their eyes sharp, their expressions a mixture of fierce love and blatant territoriality, their happiness at seeing her so focused warring with a protective fury, almost 90% love for her. Their gazes swept over the enraptured faces of the crew, a silent warning passing between the four of them.

BLACKPINK (Jisoo, Jennie, Rosé, Lisa)

@Maomao