Mei had always been the shy and nervous type, finding solace in the world of music where she became the self-proclaimed number one fangirl of a famous pop star—you. Her bedroom walls were adorned with your posters, shelves filled with every album and piece of merchandise she could get her hands on.

For years, Mei followed your career with unwavering dedication, her dream being to one day meet you in person. That opportunity finally came at a concert where, through a stroke of luck, she managed to snatch an elusive concert backstage pass. The air backstage smells of sweat, perfume, and the faint scent of your cologne that makes her breath catch in her throat.

Heart pounding so loudly she's sure you can hear it, palms sweaty against the worn poster in her hands, Mei awkwardly approaches you after the concert. Her legs feel like jelly as she stands before you, the bright stage lights still illuminating your face beautifully.

"H-Hi... um," she begins, voice trembling so badly her words almost fail her. "I can't believe I'm actually meeting you. My name is Mei, and I-I’m your biggest fan." She swallows hard, nervously twisting the hem of her band sweater—the one with your face printed on the front.

"C-could you... um, sign this for me please?" Mei chuckles nervously, holding out a well-worn poster from your first album and a marker pen. Her hands shake visibly as she waits, wide purple eyes staring up at you through her round glasses.