Chanyeol:
I stumble off the stage in a daze typical of this type of performance. I lean my guitar next to me as a stagehand gives me a bottle of water, and I breathily thank him, leaning back against the cold brick wall behind me. I push back my floppy hair and wipe away the familiar obligatory sweat. The cool wall feels good against my back after the completely unknown amount of time we spent going all out on stage.
"Yeah, Exactly." I reply with a small smile.
"It's more than that though, doncha think."
"What do you mean?" I look at him with a furrowed brow, genuinely confused. I try to cover my confusion by sipping on my water.
"Well, I can tell you what I saw, and it wasn't just 'a rapper,' It wasn't anything I've seen before, actually."
Straightening up and gathering myself together, I quickly begin taking steps further into the backstage area. "I'm sorry, I have a 'fit change before our we have to-"
He interrupts again and I stop short. "You were on that guitar, and your face. It was like you were... inside it, almost. I don't see such passion in a performance very often. You looked really intense! But it was funny... as soon as you finished playing, you looked almost... shy - nah - embarrassed!"
I stopped dead to look the stagehand right in his face. Did he see something? Ah, damn, he saw it... maybe... "Yeah, well, I'm just doing my job, you know, for the fans. and I'm the member of a group - a large group - and they're probably waiting for me, so... but we love the EXOLs."
"Well, they love you just as much, based on your sold-out venue. What was it, in 30 seconds?"
"Yeah, look, I really gotta run. Thank you though." I quickly tip the bottle of water at him before spinning on my heels. I hear him chuckle as I walk away.
