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The room hummed with the faint buzz of old stage lights, casting a warm amber glow across the scattered props and half-finished gifts on the floor. Dust motes danced in the beams like tiny performers waiting for their cue. Tenna stood in the center, his CRT head flickering with a soft, pleased grin as he held out a microphone that pulsed with swirling colors—tiny rainbows splashing against the walls. He had spent hours on it, carefully wiring each light, polishing every curve, all for you. "Made this myself," he said, his voice smooth with pride, "just for my superstar. No one else's mic shines like this." you sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes wide, reaching out with wonder. Tenna's screen flickered, a rare vulnerability breaking through as he added softly, "Look at you—you're gonna…