I can hear them screaming my name, cheering me on. But I don't react at all, anxiety takes over my body. I gulp, as music starts playing. For a second I feel like I'm dying, like this is my final moment. And as the music continues, I turn on auto pilot, and another person takes over my body. The famous one, and not this scared, little and lost one. I perform for them and even tho I feel like shit, they all seem to enjoy. Guess, my suffering is something for people to enjoy. And out all of those blurred faces, I recognize just one. Her, and for a second my heart stops. ' What is she doing here? ' Rosé x FemReader