My boyfriend is a Top Star

My arms were wrapped around his waist and his voice resonated in my ears. I heard the waves of screams from the audience, which would have terrified me before, but being held in his arms as he sang brought me a strange sense of comfort.

He held me as he finished the song and at the end, I noticed him pushing the microphone switch down, it was off.

"Wait for me in the VIP lounge in the work area. My manager is there too," he whispered in my ear, so close that I could feel his warm breath against it.

I was escorted off the stage by security and staff, not back to the previous VIP section, but to the work area instead.

The security cleared the crowd for me and I was surrounded by a human barrier as we squeezed through to the backstage area. In the bustling crowd, I overheard a few fans shouting, "Is she a planted interaction? Why wasn't it me?"

To be honest, I was puzzled too, why me? I wasn't even a fan of his and I didn't even buy the VIP ticket myself.

It was late, very late by the time the concert ended. I watched the rest of it on a large monitor in the backstage work area.

The monitor had several screens, each focused on prime camera angles of the concert. There were some more interactions later, but none like mine, being pulled onto the stage and held in his arms while he sang.

Kyle's manager, known as Kellan Ludwig, told me not to be nervous, saying I was the lucky audience member of the night and that Kyle had a surprise for me, which was why he asked me to wait backstage.

Then he took my phone, saying it was for confidentiality and that it would be returned later, urging me to relax and wait for Kyle to finish.

I waited obediently, feeling a mix of confusion and anxiety, but none of the near-manic excitement that the fans outside had. After all, before being pulled onto the stage, I hadn't even listened to one of his songs in its entirety.

At that moment, I was unaware that my phone had already been blown up with messages. The interaction video had been uploaded to Instagram and X and my MCN thought this was a viral moment they could capitalize on and were frantically trying to find me. But it was too late.

Kyle finished singing and was escorted backstage by security. He was still in his heavy stage costume and sweat dripped from his forehead from the intense singing and dancing. His assistant was helping him remove his in-ear monitor.

When he saw me sitting on the sofa in the corner, he nodded and greeted me, "Wait for me, I'll go change." Then he turned to his assistant and said, "It's so hot. Bring some cold drinks and fruits over."

His assistant quickly handed the coat to a nearby makeup artist and went into the inner room to fetch a fruit platter, placing it in front of me. I felt a bit embarrassed, but since I didn't know anyone there, I could only thank them.

Kyle was ushered into the adjacent dressing room, where he seemed to be changing into casual clothes and removing his makeup.

When he came out, I didn't recognize him at first. He was wearing a short-sleeved white T-shirt, loose cargo pants, a black baseball cap and a black mask.

He sat on the sofa across from me and said, "Hi."

I hesitated for a moment before realizing who he was. Without the stage makeup, he looked a lot like the male influencers signed to my MCN.

"You're Amanda Steel, right?" He opened a bottle of water on the table, pulled down his mask and asked me as he drank.

"How did you know?" I recalled that from the moment I was on stage until now, I hadn't said who I was or what my name was.

"Kellan isn't someone to be taken lightly. He already found out which MCN you're signed with. I've even come across your live streams on Instagram before."

I felt a chill, Kellan, who had taken my phone, had been investigating me backstage. But why was this top idol asking me to sit here now? What did he want?