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ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀɴꜱ ᴀᴜ

ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴅᴏʟ? ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ.

ᴺⁱᵍʰᵗ ᴿᵃᵛᵉⁿ ᴬᵍᵉⁿᶜʸ↴

One of the two most popular art agencies in Twisted Wonderland. It has artists from all branches under its roof. Its biggest rival is the Royal Sword Agency. The most popular part of the agency is the 7 major idol groups it has.

ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢˡᵃᵇʸᵘˡ↴

𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙸𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙹𝚙𝚘𝚙 .

✮ ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 ᴸᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴」

✯ 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘖𝘧 𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘣𝘴」

✯ ℂ𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘖𝘧 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴」

✩ 𝔸𝕔𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕒

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇʀ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘈𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴」

✩ 𝔻𝕖𝕦𝕔𝕖 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕕𝕖

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇʀ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴」

ˢᵃᵛᵃⁿᵃᶜˡᵃʷ↴

𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 ��𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟾𝟶-𝟿𝟶𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎-𝙿𝚘𝚙, 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚙.

✮ 𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕒 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣 ᴸᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘙𝘰𝘢𝘳」

✯ ℝ𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕖 𝔹𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕙𝕚

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘸」

✯ 𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜 ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕝

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: ����𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩」

ᵒᶜᵗᵃᵛⁱⁿᵉˡˡᵉ↴

𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙. 𝙾𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙹𝚊𝚣𝚣-𝙿𝚘𝚙.

✮ 𝔸𝕫𝕦𝕝 𝔸𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠 ᴸᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘉𝘰𝘴𝘴」

✯ 𝕁𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵」

✯ 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕪𝕕 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘓𝘦𝘧𝘵」

ˢᶜᵃʳᵃᵇⁱᵃ↴

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝, 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 (𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗). 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝙰𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚙-𝙿𝚘𝚙.

✮ 𝕂𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕞 𝔸𝕝-𝔸𝕤𝕚𝕞

ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘚𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯」

✮ 𝕁𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝 𝕍𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕣

ᴍᴀɪɴ ʀᴀᴘᴘᴇʀ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘝𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘦𝘳, 𝘝𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘦𝘳」

ᵖᵒᵐᵉᶠⁱᵒʳᵉ↴

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝.

✮ 𝕍𝕚𝕝 𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕟𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕥 ᴸᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯」

✯ ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕜 ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕥

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘶��𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘵」

✯ 𝔼𝕡𝕖𝕝 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕣

ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦」

ᴵᵍⁿⁱʰʸᵈᵉ↴

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝙹 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙾𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝙸𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚙, 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎-𝙿𝚘𝚙 𝙳𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝙷𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚙, 𝙴𝚞𝚛𝚘-𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎.

✮ 𝕀𝕕𝕚𝕒 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕕

ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘉𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭」

✯ 𝕆𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕠 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕕

ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘓𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭」

ᵈⁱᵃˢᵐᵒⁿⁱᵃ↴

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚜. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 (𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢). 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝.

✮ 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕦𝕤 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕒 ᴸᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯」

✯ 𝕃𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝕍𝕒𝕟𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕖

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪꜱᴛ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭」

✩ 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇʀ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱」

✩ 𝕊𝕖𝕓𝕖𝕜 ℤ𝕚𝕘𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕥

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇʀ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘐𝘷𝘺」

ᴿᵃᵐˢʰᵃᶜᵏˡᵉ↴

[Reader] adlı birinin solo performansına sahip bir grup. Bu bir grup çünkü sahnede onlarla birlikte dans eden ve bazen şarkı söyleyen kedi benzeri bir canavar var. Diğer idol grupları kadar popüler değil. Ancak belli bir kitlesi var.

✮ [ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣] ᴸᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ꜱᴏʟᴏ ɪᴅᴏʟ`

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘞𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘌𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳」

✵ 𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕞 ᴹᵃˢᶜᵒᵗ

「𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘎𝘳𝘪, 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘮」

ᴿᵒʸᵃˡ ˢʷᵒʳᵈ ᴬᵍᵉⁿᶜʸ↴

One of the two most popular art agencies in Twisted Wonderland. Like Night Raven, it includes artists from all branches. The agency has idol groups, but the feature that makes it the most popular is movie actors.

ᴺᵒᵇˡᵉ ᴮᵉˡˡ ᴬᵍᵉⁿᶜʸ↴

It is not as popular and large-scale agency as the other two agencies. However, it is an agency that has introduced its name and includes talented artists.

[gotham-ruaidh]

Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass) || Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round) || Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger) || Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) |I| Also posted at AO3

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Chapter 11A: Nightrain

I'm on the night train, bottoms up I'm on the night train, fill my cup I'm on the night train, ready to crash and burn I never learn I'm on the night train, I love that stuff I'm on the night train, and I can never get enough...

Soundtrack: “Nightrain,” Guns N' Roses, 1987 [click here to listen]

~~Summer 1990~~

Carefully Claire Fraser folded her legs, settling into the corner of the deep couch, stroking her daughter’s cheek as she nursed.

“Better?”

Claire glanced up at her sister-in-law Jenny, then back down at Brianna.

A soft clink as Jenny set a glass of ice water on the table at Claire’s elbow. “Much better. For both of us.”

“Yeah. I remember when my kids were that small, on the tours in ’84 and ’85 and ’87. I so loved being with Ian and going to the gigs, but it meant a cranky mama and an even crankier baby after a few hours apart.” Jenny kicked off her Keds and curled up on the other side of the couch. Watched the lights of LA shimmer in the hot summer night. “This is a killer room.”

Claire smiled. “Jamie wanted to make sure we had plenty of space.”

Jenny snorted. “A five-room suite, when I know well enough that the three of you cram into the one bedroom?”

Brianna’s eyes began to droop. Claire shifted her in the crook of her elbow, free hand caressing her daughter’s tiny legs and feet. “We’re not used to all of the space. You’ve seen our house – we don’t like anything too big. But Jamie’s treating our trip here like a vacation. Five sold-out shows at the Forum is enough to celebrate.”

“Not to mention an appearance on Leno.”

Claire smiled. “That was interesting.”

Jenny raised an eyebrow skeptically. “What was more interesting – the awkwardness when Julia Roberts thought Print was Guns N Roses? Or the awkwardness when that chick threw her bra on stage during the song?”

“Ha. Both, I guess. She didn’t get the memo that Print’s guitarist is very married to the woman he wrote that song about.”

Jenny took a long sip of water. “The girls used to go after Ian too, you know.”

“Still do,” Claire smiled.

Jenny shrugged. “I used to let it bother me. But I can’t ��� and I don’t anymore. I know just how much Ian loves me, and loves our family. I laugh it off, because I know he’s coming home to me every night. I hope it doesn’t bother you, Claire…”

Jamie’s laugh as he nestled with Claire in their backyard at home in North Carolina, watching their dog Rollo chasing fireflies.

Jamie’s eyes, focused and intense, as they quietly made love that morning, snug beneath the comforter of the absurdly large hotel bed, Brianna quietly sleeping in her crib by the door. How his breath stuttered when she traced the tattoos over his heart – her name, and Bree’s name, still new and raw on his skin.

Jamie at the Forum earlier tonight, fully in command before tens of thousands of fans, slamming the chords on his guitar as he played the songs he’d written for her at The Ridge. His smile as he glanced over to her, standing side stage and cheering. The taste of sweat and joy on his lips as he crashed into her waiting arms after the set, kissing her and kissing her and kissing her in the dark, the crowd roaring for an encore.

“It doesn’t bother me, Jenny. It never has.”

“I’d understand if it did, Claire…”

She shook her head. “I’m that sure of him. His love for me, and for Brianna, and our life together. And his dedication to sobriety. That’s what I remembered when I saw that tramp in the front row lift her tank top over and over again for most of the show tonight.”

“Well, you know that Angus is into that kind of thing. Poor man just keeps chasing the pretty faces.”

Bree finished, and gently Claire lifted her onto her shoulder, patting her tiny back. “He’ll be lucky if he only walks away with a broken heart, and not a case of the clap. I had to write him several prescriptions last year for – ”

“Don’t tell me!” Jenny laughed. “I get the picture.”

Claire kissed Brianna’s forehead. “I’m glad the afterparty is just up on the roof. Jamie’s exhausted. He’d never say it, of course. But I know.”

“Yeah. The final shows are the hardest.”

“And especially with a three-month-old…I don’t care that she’s a good baby. It’s exhausting.”

“I can’t wait to have Ian home. It’s been nice to come out here, and leave the kids with his parents for a few days. But I – ”

Thunderous pounding at the door.

“Claire!”

Jenny’s eyes went wide. “It’s Ian.”

More pounding “Claire! Open up! Now!”

Jenny ran across the living room and pulled open the door – revealing her husband, panting, sweat staining the neck of his Print World Tour ’88 t-shirt.

“Claire. You need to come with me. It’s Jamie.”

Claire didn’t remember slipping on her shoes or handing Brianna to Jenny, but somehow she was at the door. Ian was already running down the hall, toward the elevators.

“What’s going on?” She must have run after him, because suddenly they were in the elevator car, heading toward the penthouse.

“It’s those assholes from Poppy. I knew we shouldn’t have asked them to be our openers, even though they’re a great local band. FUCK!” Ian screamed, slamming the wall with an open fist. “I can’t believe those clowns thought they were being funny.”

“Ian – Ian, tell me what happened.” Her voice was shaking. “Is Jamie OK?”

Ian turned to face her as the elevator slowed. She saw the tears forming in his eyes.

“No, Claire. He’s not OK.”

The doors opened – and within a second, Claire knew.

A potted palm lay on its side at the elevator landing. Around the corner – from the pool deck – sounds of splashes and smashing glass.

And shouts.

Jamie’s voice.

Or, a stranger speaking in Jamie’s voice.

“COME ON, YOU PUSSY. DO IT!”

She had never heard Jamie’s voice like that.

“DO IT, YOU ASSHOLE. WHAT, ARE YOU AFRAID?”

It was him – but it wasn’t him.

She ran around the corner.

Jamie stood – shirtless – on the pool deck, fists raised, no more than a foot away from Jayce Red, the lead singer of Poppy, who sported a black eye and freshly torn shirt.

Several pieces of deck furniture bobbed in the pool. The front row girl from the concert that night sat on the steps in the shallow end, crying softly.

Up against the deck rail – with LA glowing behind them – Print drummer Angus Mhor was pounding Poppy guitarist Scott Sars in the stomach. A couple Print roadies were pushing a pile of food and smashed crockery into one corner of the deck. Poppy’s drummer and bassist – twins Tim and Tom Zim – huddled behind a pile of deck chairs.

What the hell had happened?

“I won’t hit anyone who’s high!” Jayce screamed at Jamie. “It wouldn’t be a fair fight!”

Jamie darted closer, fists still raised. “I’m not high, you motherfucker. I’ve been sober for three years.”

Jayce raised his hands. “Look, I already apologized to your bassist. It was a fucked up thing that Tim and Tom did, OK? They call you the fucking Energizer Bunny, so they wanted to see how you’d be on speed. Now we all fucking know, OK? Can we just calm the fuck down?”

“This is me calm, Jayce Red, or whatever the fuck your real name is. At least I have the balls to use my own name!”

Jayce looked across the deck, and his eyes lit up in recognition.

“Hey man, your bassist and wife are here. Just go with them, OK? I’m sorry for what those idiots did.”

“You’ll pay for all the damage,” Ian shouted. “Come on, Jamie. Settle down. Let’s get you into bed.”

“That’s right, you better the fuck pay!” Jamie screamed.

From the moment they’d met, Claire had idly wondered what Jamie would be like with substances churning through his body. One part of her always thought that he’d be more reckless. Another part always thought that he’d be a mean bastard.

Never would she have expected her worst dreams to come true.

She had to bring him back to himself – to her…

“Jamie.”

He froze. Saw Claire there, across the deck, for the first time. Still wearing the black scoop-neck top from the gig, the one he loved so much.

He dropped his fists. Sank to his knees.

She watched all the energy evaporate from his body.

And he tipped headfirst into the pool.

In medical school she had learned about adrenaline rushes. How they – briefly – infused people with superhuman strength, and provided an intense clarity of focus. Purely to help you survive.

Jamie had always loved how much smaller she was than him. How easy it was to tuck her into his side, or pick her up and throw her, giggling, onto their bed.

Now she dove into the pool headfirst. Found him splayed on the bottom of the deep end. Pushed and pulled him up to the surface, gasping. Toward the waiting arms of Angus and Ian and Jamie’s guitar tech Arch. Watched his long legs disappear up through the surface.

Only then she realized her lungs had started filling with water.

Her vision blurred and darkened. The last thing she felt was four strong arms hooking her elbows and pulling her toward the surface.

(to be continued…)