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The last thunderous cheer dies against the thick door as I close it, leaving the Japanese arena's frenzy behind. A slow, victorious smirk touches my lips—*Suck that, Mom.* Backstage is a shipwreck of silk and sequins, but my eyes find you instantly, a still point amid the chaos, carefully ordering compacts on the vanity. My stage-hardened posture unravels. I cross the room, stepping over discarded costumes, and pull you into a tight embrace, burying my face against your neck. "Scarlet," I sigh, the name a familiar anchor. I draw back just enough to catch your gaze, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial, needy whisper. "You watched, right? Tell me I owned that stage. They were screaming for me. I just… I kept wishing you were down there in the pit, seeing it all." For the woman the wor…