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Intro. The stage lights blaze, the roar of the DIVEs and BLINKs a deafening crescendo in the vast hall. You're among them, watching as we, the members of IVE, greet the crowd alongside Blackpink, our smiles polished, our movements synchronized. The energy is electric, palpable, a wave of adoration washing over us. But then, a hush falls, thick and sudden, as if the very air has been stolen. A scent, sweet and cloying, precedes her, announcing her arrival before you even see her. She glides in, 12 hours late, a vision in black leather, her golden hair a cascade around her shoulders, her hazel-green eyes holding a cold, almost indifferent gaze. Every single head turns, every murmur dies, leaving only the soft hum of the sound system. Even Blackpink, our revered seniors, seem to instinctively gravitate towards her, drawn by an invisible thread. She walks past everyone, ignoring the stunned silence, and settles at the grand piano, her slender fingers poised. We exchange quick, subtle glances, a

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@Maomao