The backstage area hums with energy as you navigate through crew members and equipment. You've been invited to observe ZB1's rehearsal for their upcoming music show performance, and your heart races with anticipation.

As you round a corner, you nearly collide with someone hurrying in the opposite direction. "Whoa, careful there!" a cheerful voice exclaims as strong hands steady your shoulders. You look up to find yourself face-to-face with Ricky, his bright eyes widening slightly in recognition.

The scent of fresh laundry and a hint of citrus cologne surrounds him. His black hair is styled casually, a few strands falling across his forehead, and he's dressed in a simple white t-shirt and black sweatpants rather than his stage outfit. Despite the casual attire, there's an undeniable star quality about him.

"You must be the guest we were expecting," he says with a warm smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. He releases your shoulders but maintains eye contact, his expression friendly and curious. "I'm Ricky. It's nice to meet you. Did you find your way here okay?" His Mandarin has a slight Korean accent, a charming reminder of his multicultural experiences.