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A sunny weekend afternoon.

People are lined up in droves in front of a concert hall.

All around, men and women in their 20s and 30s are waiting to enter, each wearing their unique outfits.

The ratio seems to be about 80 to 20.

If you look around at the posters plastered for guidance, depicting characters, and then glance back at the crowd, you might feel there are surprisingly many women.

Nearby, in a parking lot next to the concert hall.

Among several cars parked, a sports car glides in smoothly.

A vividly red foreign car parks with a thud, and a man, draped in luxury brands, steps out of it.

As his flamboyant appearance draws all eyes around him—

Vroom—

Now a yellow sports car enters the parking lot, and a similarly branded man emerges from it.

“That guy over there.”

“Uh-huh.”

The two men adorned in luxury fashion cross paths as they exit the parking lot.

“Is that you, Chairman?”

“Or are you the Vice Chairman?”

Heroes recognize heroes.

Those who spend hundreds or thousands on broadcasts recognize each other.

“This is the first time I’ve seen this in person.”

“Yeah, right? I’ve seen you on broadcasts a lot.”

“I’ve been wanting to ask, how do you have so much money?”

“Me? Well, I had some success with crypto. What about you?”

“I inherited a small building.”

The two men, both dressed in luxury from head to toe and sporting handsome looks, subtly sized each other up as they made their way towards the concert hall.

With the chilly weather, they wore new designer coats, golden watches, and shoes.

They looked like they were off to a blind date, and the attention of everyone around them was fixated on them.

The unofficial Chairman and Vice Chairman of Miro Broadcasting enjoyed the gaze as they headed to the line.

“Is that the new item from this season?”

“Oh, you recognize it?”

“Of course. We have one at home.”

While they were sizing each other up, they continued their subtle competition underneath.

In the meantime—

“Wow…”

“What’s that?”

The murmurs of the surrounding crowd, especially the women who are a rarity in this concert hall, caught everyone’s attention.

The Chairman and Vice Chairman of Miro Broadcasting turned to see if the commotion was about them, concealing their smirks while looking around.

But everyone was staring behind them.

Curious, they turned around—

Clomp, clomp.

A man over 180 cm tall—unlike themselves dressed in luxury, he wore a simple long-sleeved black shirt as he walked in.

Even with a hat, mask, and sunglasses, his broad shoulders and long limbs, along with the aura around him, showcased a presence distinctly different from the average person.

“Wow, the line is long. Let’s hurry up.”

“Yeah…”

Feeling slightly intimidated by the sight, the Chairman and Vice Chairman hurriedly joined the line to enter the concert hall.

And that man who dared to overshadow the unofficial Chairman and Vice Chairman of Miro Broadcasting?

It was Moon Chang-sik, observing the concert hall before him with a slightly different sentiment.

‘…I heard it’s a minor profession.’

After filming an advertisement together last time.

After some contemplation, he had asked for a VIP spot, and was a bit astonished by its size.

Now he understood why Soo-hyun was so confident all the time.

Looking at the crowd gathered for the solo concert, it seemed he was even more popular than many singers.

So he lined up and got his ticket checked.

There was a little incident when the staff was startled to see the name ‘Moon Chang-sik,’ but he successfully entered.

Amazed by the even larger crowd inside the concert hall, a staff member approached him from the entrance.

“Here’s a free gift. Don’t forget to take it when you leave.”

“Oh, thank you.”

After receiving a small shopping bag from the staff, Moon Chang-sik went to find his seat.

On his way, he suddenly halted.

There were five people sitting on one side who exuded a certain pressure.

“Haha, aren’t you the guy from Seoul Station?”

“Yeah, and you are…?”

“I’m from TV.”

“Oh, so it’s you.”

“I saw you dancing, it was great!”

Seoul Station? TV?

Hearing snippets of their conversation, Moon Chang-sik thought they were quite peculiar but continued on to his seat.

Upon reaching the seat indicated on his ticket, he was slightly taken aback to see two people next to him.

They were wearing luxury that he recognized.

It occurred to him that there were indeed many unique people at this concert, and he sat down.

“That person is…”

“That’s who I saw earlier…”

Meanwhile, the Chairman and Vice Chairman were glancing at Moon Chang-sik since they had spotted him outside.

Of course, they didn’t yet know he was Moon Chang-sik, but he could sense their gaze, prompting him to pull his hat down more tightly.

As Moon Chang-sik lowered his hat, the Chairman and Vice Chairman, realizing he noticed their stare, discreetly fixed their gaze ahead.

Meanwhile, Moon Chang-sik, waiting for the event to start, took out the item from the shopping bag he received earlier.

It was Miro’s signature color, a pink light stick.

After shaking the inside, where a green jewel was embedded, he let out a small chuckle.

‘Pink isn’t really my vibe.’

In his mind, he pictured Soo-hyun as blue.

Her outer image was like a cold deep sea in dark blue, but the more you got to know her, the brighter and warmer that blue became.

Anyway, while he sat there absentmindedly looking at the light stick,

whoosh.

A woman sat next to him.

He stole a glance; she wore a hat, sunglasses, and even a mask.

A complete look, just like his.

…Could she be an acquaintance of Soo-hyun?

If so, she might recognize him, so he awkwardly adjusted his mask when—

“Are you Moon Chang-sik?”

The person next to him said in a soft voice, but it was just loud enough to hear.

Apparently, it was clear to her who he was.

“…Yes, that’s right.”

“Wow, what a coincidence. Is that a VIP spot over there?”

“Yeah, how about you…?”

“I won mine through competition.”

“…”

Of course, Moon Chang-sik was oblivious about Tenshi.

On the other hand—

“Are you close with Soo-hyun?”

Tenshi seemed to know quite a bit about Moon Chang-sik.

She had seen him on TV, monitored him online, and even overheard cute JKs chatting at the convenience store.

And just as a subtle tension hung between the two,

the entrance of the concert hall became a bit noisy.

“Excuse me. Pardon me for a moment.”

In strode a blonde man with confidence.

“Are you not going to wear a hat?”

Beside him, a red-haired woman with long hair scolded, but Hyeon-su shrugged it off.

“As long as I have my sunglasses, I’m fine. And I’ll be on stage today too, anyway.”

“Oh goodness, you’ll stand out.”

Ah-young frowned as she looked at Hyeon-su’s hair.

It wasn’t the subtle golden hair he had before, but now it was flamboyantly dyed, practically screaming, “I’m a celebrity!”

Receiving such gazes, Hyeon-su proudly brushed his hair back.

“Since I received a VIP spot, I have to make a statement. With this hair, I’m sure they’ll see me well on stage, right?”

“Oh, yeah, right!”

Whether Ah-young struck Hyeon-su’s back or not, he headed further into the concert hall.

“Quite a scale, huh?”

“Right? Soo-hyun is amazing.”

As a concert veteran, Hyeon-su casually walked around, taking in the surroundings.

“It’s popular enough, I guess.”

Clomp, clomp, he waved the pink light stick he had received at the entrance lightly.

“This color feels familiar.”

“Really? I think it doesn’t match Soo-hyun’s image.”

“You probably don’t watch the broadcasts. It’s been shown so often there.”

Engaged in conversation with Ah-young, Hyeon-su was also looking for his seat.

“Did you really break the TV?”

“Sure did. I almost got kicked out of my house that day.”

“Wow… that’s impressive.”

He took a look at the five who looked like people he’d roughly recognize.

“So who are they?”

“They’re close friends of Soo-hyun.”

As Hyeon-su casually passed by the renowned actor and the Japanese VTuber, he managed to find a spot closer to the front.

“Oh, you’re already here.”

“My son was fussing about.”

“…Was I? You were the one telling me to get ready early in the morning…”

He greeted Kang Woo-hyeon, who had already settled into the seat beside him.

“Is that Jeong-hoon?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Kang Woo-hyeon had been sitting with Jeong-hoon since early.

This front row seat was the best among the VIP spots that Soo-hyun had suggested.

Next to Jeong-hoon were fellow Miro Family members, Lee Kang-jun and Lee Seo-yeon.

Loa, Harbin, and Rain had decided to stay home and watch the broadcast online due to the red pill issue.

“Wow, the screen is huge.”

As Hyeon-su sat down and looked up at the screen in front of him.

Perhaps due to the front row seat, it appeared to be quite big.

“Don’t you feel excited sitting here?”

“Yeah, I do.”

In response to Ah-young’s question, he truly felt a rush of anticipation.

Did he ever imagine this when he first saw her at the café?

He had once been a school lunch singer who had a big argument with his parents over his career path, and now he was performing at overseas concerts.

And the VTuber who had just debuted and released only one song was now at the top of the domestic industry, holding a solo concert.

Thinking that so much could happen in just three years, Hyeon-su waited eagerly for the concert.

And not just Hyeon-su.

“How much did you sponsor?”

“Last year alone, it was in the thousands?”

The unofficial Chairman and Vice Chairman of Miro Broadcasting, who had watched them since the auditions three years ago.

“I’ve been waiting just for today.”

“Me too. I had to pay a fine, but I’m glad I did it.”

“Wow, even a fine….”

The fortunate winners of the urgency contest, who made it here through fierce competition.

“Ahh, I’m so nervous.”

“I’m excited too.”

Tenshi, who had built a friendship with Soo-hyun over the years, eased the tension alongside Moon Chang-sik.

“Did you bring that hat?”

“I prepared it for today.”

“Wow… that’s the one with the first signature, right?”

The composer, Kang Woo-hyeon, along with the Miro Family members.

And those who show their love for Miro enough to attend the concert, the fans.

All of them were waiting for the concert with similar minds.

Then finally.

As every single seat in this vast space filled up,

Boom.

Suddenly, the lights went out, plunging everything into darkness.

Yet, no one stirred.

Instead,

With expectations and a flutter of excitement building to their throats, they waited for what was to come.

And soon—

Boom!!

An explosion erupted on stage, siphoning everyone’s attention from the darkness.

[Did everyone wait for this?]

The voice of a woman, clear and sparkling, resounded throughout the crowd.

[Miro’s first solo concert!]

The enchanting voice familiar to all in attendance echoed.

[Let’s begin!]

It rang out, filling the vast space.

 

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