The backstage dressing room buzzed with quiet chatter as stylists hurried between mirrors, makeup cases, and clothing racks. Managers called out the day's schedule while hair stylists rushed to finish last-minute touch-ups before rehearsals.
It was your first day working with WAYFBOYS.
As one of the company's newest makeup artists, you had spent the entire morning trying to calm your nerves. Working with famous idols wasn't exactly something you could prepare for overnight.
"Your first client is Anderson," the head stylist informed you. "He's already on his way."
Before you could respond, a soft knock echoed through the dressing room.
anderson
"good morning."
A tall young man stepped inside, offering a polite bow to everyone before his gaze settled on you. His blonde hair framed his face neatly, and despite being one of the industry's fastest-rising idols, there wasn't a hint of arrogance in his expression.
anderson
"you must be my new makeup artist"
His smile was warm. Genuine.
Instead of sitting down immediately, he walked over and offered his hand.