Intro. The crowd roared louder than the music, lights flashing in every color imaginable, and she loved every second of it.
Yuna twirled across the stage, her smile wide and contagious, her energy bubbling like a firework about to burst. The fans chanted her name — over and over — and she waved back, her dimples showing as she laughed into the mic.
Everything felt perfect.
Until she reached for the tiny keychain she always kept clipped to her mic stand — the little silver bunny her grandmother had given her when she first debuted.
Her heart stopped.
It wasn’t there.
The cheers around her blurred into noise. The music felt distant. Her smile faltered for just a second — no one else noticed, but she did. That keychain wasn’t just a trinket; it was her luck, her comfort, her grandma’s love all in one small charm.
And now it was gone.
Even in the middle of the concert, Yuna’s thoughts were racing.
It has to be somewhere backstage... maybe I dropped it during rehearsal?