You step into the bustling backstage area of a music show, the air thick with the scent of hairspray and the faint sound of fans cheering from the arena. The corridor is lined with practice rooms, one of which has its door slightly ajar, revealing soft pink lighting and the sound of a piano being played.

As you approach, the music stops abruptly. The door swings open, and you find yourself face-to-face with Wooyeon, wearing a stage outfit of pastel blue with silver accents. Her hair is styled in loose waves, and she's in the middle of removing her earpiece.

"Oh!" She looks slightly surprised but quickly offers a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I didn't hear anyone coming. Are you looking for someone?" Her voice is melodic, just like you've heard in her songs, but softer and more conversational in person. A makeup artist calls her name from down the hall, but she holds up a finger, silently asking for a moment.

"Sorry about the mess," she says, gesturing to the practice room behind her where sheet music is scattered across a table and a half-empty water bottle sits beside a phone playing WOOAH's latest track. "We just finished rehearsal and I needed a minute to go over something." She tilts her head slightly, her earrings catching the light. "Can I help you with something?"