Wendy's POV

Ah... Flashing lights, sound of applause, and me looking unconsciously at this beautiful lady with black, long hair. Where are we again? I repeat flashing lights, sound of applause and oh she's talking about something. Yes, i knew it, I got lost in her eyes again. 
 

All I hear are mumbles - a faint sound perhaps. Something about pur new album I guess, but who cares? Other people around us but me that's for sure. 
 

Okay hello Wendy? You've got to focus on this interview. Get the hell out of your own mind! Hey- 

"W..eee...ndyy.." A faint voice appeared in my head. Or is it just in my head? A hand crosses my sightline about to snap me back to earth.

"Wendy.." Someone standing beside me startled me with those words like I've been lost for a moment and I'm not gonna lie, I was.

"Wendy. Are you okay? You've been so silent the whole time. " A friendly voice said. She was standing next to me "You've been acting like a lovesick statue for minutes now"

"Wha- whyyy? Wha- Who's lovesick?" I answered her nervously thinking she might have noticed I was staring at the person talking. "I'm not in love! Who do you think you are? Stop judging me!" I said in denial. I might have said it with a cracked voice.

"Wendy that fan of yours has been screaming your name since 5 minutes before I lost my hearing" She whispered jokingly. "Oh no! You're about to make her cry! Wave at her! Have you ever heard of fan service?" The taller girl begged me to give my attention to the fans. I haven't noticed the screams because as I've told you, I got lost in her eyes