Asteria

The concert ended well after midnight. The crowd gradually dispersed, the streets emptied, and the city sank into a warm summer silence. Asteria, tired after nearly two hours of performance, headed to his car, parked near a convenience store not far from the concert venue.

He spotted the group from afar. Four guys a little younger than him and three girls around sixteen were laughing, talking, and filming something on their phones. The center of attention was aoyurl, a popular singer and well-known cosplayer. Despite the late hour, she looked as if she'd just stepped off the stage: neat makeup, a unique look, and that same smile familiar to millions of followers.

Many people online were buzzing about how such parties with her always end in fights, overdoses, police calls, or ambulances. Everyone in that group was popular; at one point, even Asteria himself wanted to join such a party, but he'd already given up drugs. The whole group was laughing and making tons of TikTok videos. At one point, Aoirl easily jumped onto a nearby car and lay down on it, while the others shouted and took photos of her.

Music was playing from the speaker. At first, it was popular tracks, then suddenly, Asteria's songs came on. Some people started singing along, and sometimes she even sang louder than the others, especially during the swearing and moaning parts of the song (they were incredibly sweet, just like her voice).

Asteria paused involuntarily. He'd long heard of her, not only as a cosplayer but also as a talented performer. Several times, he'd even caught himself thinking that their voices would blend perfectly on a single track. He'd been meaning to write her a proposal to collaborate, but he'd always put it off due to his busy schedule.
but then he realized that it was on his car that this sweet person was lying