The next morning, Jayden woke up to his phone buzzing like an angry bee.
Max's voice exploded through the speaker:
"BRO. YOU'RE FAMOUS."
Jayden rubbed his eyes. "Famous? For what? My music?"
"No!" Max wheezed. "For tripping over a mic stand and face-planting in the studio yesterday. Someone leaked the CCTV. You're a MEME!"
Jayden sat up. "A WHAT?!"
Online, hashtags trended:
#StreetBoyFallsForLuna
#MicStand1Jayden0
#ProtectTheGuitar
Clips of him stumbling, then dramatically saving his guitar while crashing to the floor, spread everywhere. Fans edited it with slow-motion, explosions, and sad violin music.
Jayden buried his face in his pillow. "I can't show my face in public ever again."
Meanwhile, Luna scrolled through the memes, laughing until her stomach hurt.
Her manager stormed in. "Miss Park! This is unacceptable. That boy is ruining your image!"
But Luna just smirked. "Actually, the fans love it. They're calling him 'the clumsy knight who protects his guitar.'"
Her manager groaned. "This is a circus."
"Exactly," Luna said. "And I like it."
At the studio, Jayden arrived wearing sunglasses too big for his face. "Don't look at me. I'm a walking embarrassment."
Luna teased, "Relax, street boy. You're trending. Some people are already calling us the 'Accidental Couple.'"
Jayden choked. "WHAT? Couple?!"
Before Luna could answer, Crystal swept in, her heels clicking like thunder.
"Well, well," she purred. "The clown and the queen. What a perfect match."
Jayden blinked. "Wait—am I the clown or the queen?"
Luna snapped, "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"
Crystal leaned close to Jayden, whispering loud enough for Luna to hear: "Careful, puppy. She'll use you for her comeback and toss you aside."
Jayden frowned. "Funny. You sound jealous."
Crystal froze for a split second, then smirked. "Enjoy the spotlight while it lasts." With that, she left.
That night, as Jayden strummed his guitar, Luna listened quietly. The teasing was gone, her eyes soft.
"You know," she said, "you don't have to stay in this mess. The rumors, the pressure—it'll only get worse."
Jayden shrugged. "Hey, if surviving public humiliation by mic stand didn't kill me, neither will this."
Luna smiled faintly. "You really are ridiculous."
He grinned. "And yet, you keep me around."
Their laughter mingled with the melody he played, a fragile but growing harmony—two worlds clashing, yet somehow fitting together.
The studio was quiet, except for the faint hum of Jayden's guitar. He strummed carefully, chasing the melody that had been haunting both of them for days.
Luna sat cross-legged on the couch, tapping her pen against her notebook. "The chorus still feels… unfinished. Like it needs a spark."
Jayden muttered, "Yeah, well, sparks don't exactly grow on trees." He strummed a wrong chord and groaned. "See? Even my guitar's giving up."
Luna chuckled. "Or maybe it's just waiting for you to stop being dramatic."
He shot her a look. "I'm an artist. Drama is part of the package."
Hours passed. Take after take. Scribbled lyrics. Snacks piling up. Luna's polished idol image slipped away—hair tied messily, hoodie instead of heels. She looked less like a superstar and more like… a girl. A girl who was laughing at his bad puns and humming along off-key.
Finally, Jayden strummed a softer melody, humming gently. Luna froze, then leaned in.
"That's it," she whispered. "Play that again."
He did. She began to sing softly, her voice weaving perfectly with his tune.
"In the noise, I found your song…
Through the crowd, where I belong…"
The lyrics hung in the air, raw and beautiful.
They stopped at the same time, staring at each other. The room felt too quiet. Too close.
Jayden's heart thudded. "Uh… well… that was… something."
Luna's lips curved. "Our first song."
Their eyes lingered—too long for just partners, too short for lovers.
Suddenly, Max barged into the studio, holding takeout. "GUYS! You won't believe it—the hashtag #StreetBoyAndStarGirl is trending worldwide!"
Jayden nearly fell off his chair. "Wait, WHAT?!"
Luna laughed, tossing her pen at Max. "Perfect timing, as always."
Jayden groaned into his hands. "I just wanted to write a song, not star in a K-drama!"
But Luna only smiled, softer this time, watching him with eyes she hadn't shown anyone in years.
"Maybe this is just the beginning," she murmured.
Star Entertainment's main hall buzzed with excitement. Luna was scheduled to perform her comeback stage—thousands of fans, flashing lights, and cameras broadcasting live across the country.
Backstage, Jayden hovered awkwardly with his guitar, clutching a staff badge that looked fake even though it wasn't. "Why am I here again?"
Luna, already in full stage makeup, adjusted her mic. "Because I said so."
He frowned. "That's not an answer. That's dictatorship."
She smirked. "Then obey your queen."
Jayden muttered, "Unbelievable. Dragged into the music industry against my will."
Minutes before the show, chaos broke out. Someone had leaked a rough recording of their unfinished song online. Within hours, it exploded—millions of views, fans screaming for Luna to perform it tonight.
Her manager stormed in, veins popping. "Miss Park, this is a disaster! That song wasn't ready! Who leaked it?!"
Jayden raised both hands. "Don't look at me. I barely know how to upload selfies."
Luna, however, was calm. She turned to Jayden. "Play it with me."
He choked. "WHAT?! On stage? In front of thousands of people?!"
"Yes." She adjusted her earpiece. "They already love the song. Now they'll love it more. With you."
"Lady, I'm not a performer, I'm a—"
"You're my partner." Her voice was steady, eyes locked on his. "Trust me."
The stage lights flared. The crowd roared. Luna stepped out like a goddess, the arena shaking with screams.
Jayden stumbled behind her, nearly tripping on a cable. Fans gasped. Cameras zoomed in. The "street boy" was on stage.
He gripped his guitar, palms sweaty, legs trembling. Don't puke. Don't faint. Don't puke.
Then Luna glanced back, giving him the smallest nod. The same nod she gave when he strummed the first chords in the studio.
Jayden exhaled—and played.
The melody soared, Luna's voice rising above it. Together, they sang:
"In the noise, I found your song…
Through the crowd, where I belong…"
The arena went silent, enchanted. Then—an eruption of cheers that shook the floor.
For the first time in his life, Jayden wasn't just a street boy with a guitar. He was part of something bigger.
The song ended. Luna reached over, gripping his hand, holding it high for the crowd to see.
The fans went wild. Cameras flashed. The internet exploded.
And Jayden realized—this was no longer just about music.
It was about her.
To be continued....