*Chapter Five – The Night the Stars Touched Earth*
Diary,
You never forget your *first*.
Your first bias.
Your first lightstick.
And your first time seeing them—*Starlight*—in real life.
It was three years into my Orbit life when I finally saved enough from part-time jobs and begged, borrowed, and skipped way too many meals to attend their LA concert.
The second I stepped into the venue, I swear my soul did a cartwheel.
The air shimmered with excitement.
Fandom chants echoed like gospel.
Lightsticks pulsed like a galaxy in sync.
And when the lights dimmed…
There they were.
*Renzo. Eunjae. Kairo. Taehyun. Juwon.*
Shining.
Breathing the same air as me.
I cried before they even sang a note—real, unfiltered ugly tears. I wasn't the only one.
It wasn't just a concert.
It was a *reunion*.
I'd spent years watching them from behind a screen, in dorm rooms and lecture halls, crying over comeback trailers and protecting them from online haters like a mama bear with WiFi.
And there they were.
Right in front of me.
*My stars.*
I screamed. I danced. I screamed again.
And when Juwon waved in my direction, I convinced myself he saw me.
Let me have that, okay?
Since that night, I've been *hooked*.
Every comeback? I'm there.
Every tour stop I can afford? I'm front row—or nosebleed, I don't care.
Every allowance, paycheck, and side hustle goes straight to albums, photocards, concert merch, or charity donations in Starlight's name.
I don't do it for clout.
Or retweets.
I do it because they saved me.
Because just by *existing*, they became my hope on dark days.
My light.
Some people spend their lives chasing stars.
I found mine.
And I'll follow them forever.