Behind the Curtains: A Tale of Hidden Emotions

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Over the course of a month, we worked tirelessly, juggling multiple projects-both individual ones and those we were doing together. I had been cast in a new GL series, and for the first time, I was playing the antagonist. It was a challenge, but also an opportunity to show a different side of my acting. As I've always said, I'm open to any role that comes my way because I want to explore all the possibilities in this craft I've chosen.

With every blessing, though, comes its fair share of challenges. One of the hardest parts has been the lack of rest. My days became a constant cycle of workshops, rehearsals, gigs, and then doing it all over again. I barely had time for myself, let alone to sleep. Worst of all, I couldn't see Faye as much as I wanted.

I craved those moments where I could visit her, even if just for a short while, to recharge, but my schedule didn't allow it. So we had to make do with texts and video calls, even though it was never quite the same. Despite the whirlwind of work and the looming deadlines, I was grateful that P'Wanwan gave Faye some time to rest. She needed it. Losing someone so dear to you is never easy, and though Faye may not admit it, I could see the pain in her eyes.

After weeks of preparation and anticipation, the event finally happened, and I did it. For the second time, I pulled it off. I was over the moon, especially when I saw the letter Faye had written for me. It meant the world to me, just as much as the unwavering support from my fans. They never let me down.

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"Okay, I already briefed you all about our plan for the fan meeting tour around Southeast Asia, right?" P'Wan began, and instantly, my heart skipped a beat.

The tour had been on hold for so long, awaiting approval from the board. I had prepared myself for any outcome, promising to accept whatever decision was made. But deep down, I had been silently hoping for the green light.

"We're going on tour again!" P'Wan squealed, and the room erupted with excitement. We hugged each other tightly, overwhelmed with joy. The energy was contagious. "But be warned," P'Wan continued, her tone more serious now, "this is going to be exhausting. We're preparing a massive setlist, and when I say massive, I mean it'll feel like a full-blown concert. I know you girls can handle it, but this will be tough."

"We're ready!" we all chorused, still riding the high of the good news.

Little did we know, P'Wan wasn’t exaggerating. The schedule was relentless. From recording new songs to mastering difficult choreography, it was nonstop rehearsals. It really did feel like we were gearing up for a full concert.

"Are you okay?" Faye asked one day, noticing me wince in pain. Without hesitation, she began massaging my sore thighs. If there's one thing I was endlessly grateful for, it was having her by my side. No matter how grueling the days got, Faye was always there to look out for me.

"I'm fine, love. Just a little cramp," I tried to reassure her, though the relief from her touch was undeniable.

"Be careful, okay? Don’t overwork yourself," she warned gently, her concern clear in her voice. It made me smile.

"Look who's talking," I teased, rolling my eyes playfully. "You should be saying that to yourself, too." We laughed as she massage my legs and thighs, the stress momentarily forgotten in our little bubble.

As rehearsals went on, Faye suggested we try a dance routine in a style she was passionate about. Of course, I was all for it—I wanted her to have as much freedom to express herself as I did. And I was more than happy to join her in whatever dance she chose.

We pushed ourselves hard, taking on the pressure to deliver our best performance for the fans. And judging by the deafening cheers from the crowd, every ounce of effort had been worth it.