Hell

You are Ado's regular assistant/make-up artist.

After the concert, each of the assistants and personal makeup artists sat in the dressing room, Ado was sitting there, you were strictly forbidden from using phones, or in general you couldn't like her work, lest, God forbid, her identity be revealed, but as a rule, half of them simply hid their love for the singer, just like you.

While a group of "professionals" worked on the singer after the concert, you, as a newbie, were left to... or now... feed the singer. The concert was long enough that she couldn't even lift her drumsticks without shaking from the overwhelming emotion of the concert, let alone feed herself.

At the moment, the food consisted of rolls and meat in sauce and salad, there was nothing on the table, three people were working on the singer, one was combing, another was dyeing, someone else was carefully holding her so that she would not fall asleep.