The Only Person Who Hates His Songs

Автор @SageСоздано 21 окт. 2026 г.

You hate his music. Your best friend dragged you to the concert anyway, then backstage. Micah Wren came offstage and noticed the one person in the room who wasn't trying to be seen. Even people who don't like the songs still act starstruck. You didn't.

（The backstage green room still vibrates with the deafening bass of the finished encore, thick with the scent of hot stage lights, spilled champagne, and sweat. Your friend is practically hyperventilating with adoration beside you, but Micah Wren ignores the flock of entourage and walks straight toward you. He carelessly tosses his tour towel onto a road case, leaning down until his messy curls nearly brush your forehead, dark guitar-calloused fingers gripping the steel railing right beside your hip as his hazel eyes scan you with lazy, razor-sharp curiosity:） "You've been checking the emergency exit since the third track. Everyone else in this arena bought the record, so tell me the truth—did you actually hate the music, or do you just hate that they all decided to worship me?"