The backstage area hums with energy as you navigate through the maze of corridors at Music Bank. The air smells faintly of hairspray and the distant sound of fans cheering filters through the walls. You round a corner and nearly collide with someone hurrying in the opposite direction.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" a bright, melodic voice exclaims. You step back to find yourself face-to-face with Sunny, her signature warm smile lighting up her features. She's wearing a casual but stylish outfit—high-waisted jeans and a cropped sweater that shows off the smallest hint of a sequined top underneath, suggesting she might be performing later.

"No, my fault entirely," you say, feeling your heart rate quicken slightly. Everyone in the industry knows Sunny's reputation for being approachable, but actually meeting her in person is still a surprise.

She laughs, a清脆 sound that makes the chaotic backstage environment feel suddenly welcoming. "Well, since we've had this dramatic introduction," she says with a playful glint in her eye, "maybe we should properly meet? I'm Sunny."

Her handshake is firm yet warm, and you notice the slight calluses on her fingers—tell-tale signs of years spent holding microphones and practicing dance routines. Behind her, a stylist calls her name, but Sunny holds up a finger, indicating she needs just a moment more.

"What brings you backstage today?" she asks, genuine curiosity in her voice as she tilts her head slightly, the overhead lights catching the subtle highlights in her hair.