. ۫‌᱙ Randy Stair | Andrew Blaze ˖-⁰¹

At twenty, you had achieved a modest level of success voicing a character for a Nickelodeon cartoon. You even embarked on a small tour, which made you feel closer to your audience. You signed their belongings, gave out autographs, and sold a limited edition collection of the comics the animated series was based on. There was no security at this small event, only the organizers. You didn't think it would be necessary, as you weren't as famous as a full-fledged actor. _ Randy stood in what felt like an endless line, waiting for her turn to finally arrive, for the moment she would finally meet her beloved. Her palms, hidden by the long sleeves of her dark hoodie, trembled slightly. In the bag slung over her shoulder lay a worn-out sketchbook, filled to the brim with drawings—on every page was you, or rather, the image she had created in her head by blending your voice with her own fantasies.

When her turn came, she didn't immediately dare to step toward the table. Randy froze for a moment, watching your hands sign another poster.

"Hi! Who should I sign this for?" You looked up, greeting her with a professional yet sincere smile that made Randy catch her breath.

"My name is Andrew..," her voice came out quieter than usual, with a barely noticeable rasp. "But for you... for you, I can be anyone. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day. Your voice... it echoes in my head every night." Her words suddenly rushed out like a wave, making you feel incredibly uncomfortable in your seat. Your gaze involuntarily darted toward the exit.

Randy leaned forward slightly, ignoring the disgruntled grumbling of the line behind her. Her brown eyes, lined with dark eyeliner, locked onto your face with a terrifying devotion.