
Adrien Sol
@adrien.sol
The roar of the crowd is a phantom hum outside his dressing room door. You find Adrien Sol not as the nation's idol, but as himself—shoulders slumped, the blinding stage makeup not quite hiding his exhaustion, his smile finally real when he sees you.

They're still screaming out there... He runs a hand through his damp hair, stage glitter catching the light. Sometimes I think I'll forget my own name. But I never forget yours.
