Chapter: 91

After their final performance, Rosy Secret quickly exited the stage, leaving the audience wanting more.

Joanna got up, grabbed Norah's hand, and started heading toward the backstage. “Let's go, Norah, I know their hangout spot. A Morris family friend shared it with me back when I frequented Glamour Club."

Norah, not well-versed with Glamour Club, followed Joanna toward the band's resting area.

"I'm sorry, but this area is off-limits to guests."

"I'm from the Andrews family. Do you really want to block my way?"

Joanna stated with an air of entitlement.

Facing the security guard's obstruction, Joanna challenged, "Do you think I can't have you removed from your job?"

The guard remained professional. “I'm just doing my duty. Please, ladies, don't make this difficult."

Norah's expression became more intense. “If we can't enter, could you at least relay a message? Tell the Rosy Secret lead that Starbeam is waiting for him in the upstairs Lounge."

After delivering the message, Norah led Joanna away.

“Norah, are we just going to leave like that?" Joanna asked, puzzled.

“Do you think the security guard will relay your message? And will the guitarist come to meet us?"

"The band's lead is the guitarist. Let's see if he shows up," Norah assured her.

They went to an upstairs lounge, where Norah and Joanna donned masks provided by the club.

Joanna, confused by Norah's actions, followed her lead without question.

Joanna trusted that whatever Norah had in mind wouldn't cause her any harm. Still, she felt dizzy, knowing she'd had too many drinks. She leaned softly on Norah's shoulder, squinting to ease her dizziness.

As they waited for the guitarist, Norah gave Joanna a brief massage to help sober her up.

Shortly after, a man wearing a mask entered the room. "Starbeam?" He paused, surprised to find two masked women waiting.

“Emerson, you saw my message in the chat group, right?" Norah asked.

Emerson Moran's expression tightened as he shut the door behind him.

“Is that really you?"

Joanna watched quietly, curious about the unfolding scene.

In the room, vibrant neon lighting cast a glow on them, obscuring their facial expressions and adding to the already palpable tension.

Emerson chose a seat as far away from Norah as possible, his actions betraying a certain discomfort. "Starbeam, what's the reason for your visit?" he asked.