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7/26 Shiraishi An（白石 杏 ）Birthday Concert:https://youtu.be/cEZ4seVG8bU?si=vH_G-Hk8gkDbxls8 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 Three Wishes by Candlelight The conversation and laughter in the dressing room gradually faded into silence. The fruit cake sat at the center of the table, its white whipped cream surrounded by strawberries, kiwi slices, mandarins, and blueberries. Several candles had already been lit. Their tiny flames flickered gently with everyone’s breathing, casting a warm golden glow over each familiar face. An stood before the cake with her hands clasped at her chest, her golden eyes fixed intently on the candlelight. Kohane, Akito, Toya, Luka, and Gakupo quietly gathered around her. No one hurried her or interrupted. They simply waited while she slowly gathered the thoughts in her heart. “Back onstage, I kept my wishes to myself.” An’s voice was much softer than it had been during the concert. “But now, I want to say them aloud.” She turned her attention back to the cake. The candle flames were reflected in her eyes as tiny points of brilliant light. The cheers from the stage still seemed to linger in her ears. The glow sticks that had been waved for her, the melodies the audience had sung with her, and the birthday wishes called out again and again had not disappeared simply because the concert was over. An drew a gentle breath. “My first wish is to perform on many more stages.” There was anticipation in her voice, but also determination. “I want to visit cities I’ve never been to, sing songs I’ve never challenged myself with before, and meet more people who are willing to stop and listen to me sing.” She imagined unfamiliar streets, stages that had yet to be illuminated, and faces she had never seen before. “Whether the stage is even bigger than tonight’s or only a small place, I hope I’ll always be able to pick up the microphone without hesitation, just as I did today.” She paused briefly. “I hope I won’t retreat because I’m afraid of failing. And I hope that even if one performance doesn’t go as well as I wanted, I won’t start doubting whether I belong there.” The candlelight swayed gently, illuminating the seriousness in her expression. “As long as someone is still willing to listen, I want to keep singing.” After voicing her first wish, An fell silent for a moment. She remembered every song they had performed that night. Some parts had gone even more smoothly than they had during rehearsals. Other parts still contained small imperfections that only she herself would ever notice. Those regrets did not diminish the beauty of the concert. Instead, they made her understand even more clearly where she wanted to go next. “My second wish is to become more mature and stronger.” She lowered her gaze toward the candles. “I want my voice to give people strength not only when they’re happy. Even when someone feels sad or lonely, or doesn’t know which way to go, I hope my songs can stay beside them for a while.” She knew that a single song might not be able to change everything immediately. But when she had stood onstage that night and heard the audience answer her with their own voices, she had understood more clearly than ever that sound truly could cross a distance and reach someone’s heart. “I want to become a better singer.” An’s voice grew more serious. “Not only by singing more steadily or giving more complete performances. I want to be able to express everything I genuinely wish to communicate without holding anything back.” A small smile appeared on her face. “I hope that one day, the moment people hear my voice, they’ll immediately know—this is An’s song.” She did not want to become anyone else’s shadow, nor did she want to remain satisfied with what she had already achieved. The next time she stood onstage, she wanted to be more honest, more confident, and closer to the person she truly wished to become. Only one wish remained. An watched the gentle flames on the cake as the vast sea of lights from the end of the concert returned to her mind. The fans had called out birthday wishes to her. Even after the music stopped, they had refused to leave, and their unified encore chant had summoned everyone back onto the stage. Those voices still filled her chest with warmth. “My third wish is to become a better version of myself by the next time I meet everyone.” She spoke slowly, as though she wanted to engrave every word into her memory. “I hope that when the people who have been waiting for us return to another concert, they’ll feel that their waiting was worthwhile.” “I want to return to them with new songs, a new stage, and even more memories that won’t disappear the moment the performance ends.” She remembered the joyful smiles throughout the audience, as well as the emotion she had barely been able to contain when she thanked everyone. “The next time I hear everyone wish me a happy birthday, I hope I can answer their blessings with a voice that is more mature and powerful than it was today.” An’s expression softened. “I also hope I’ll never begin to take those blessings for granted.” “No matter how many stages I perform on in the future, or how many times I hear people cheering, I want to remember how I felt when I first saw that sea of lights tonight.” She smiled gently. “I hope I can receive every light everyone gives me and return it to them through my own songs.” After speaking all three wishes, the dressing room remained quiet. An did not immediately look at the others or seek an answer from anyone. She simply continued gazing at the cake, placing every word she had just spoken back into her heart. Her first wish was to courageously walk toward more stages. Her second wish was to make her voice more mature and powerful. Her third wish was to return to everyone waiting for her as a better version of herself. All three wishes belonged to her alone. She was not expecting anyone else to fulfill them for her, nor was she waiting for a miracle to suddenly appear one day. She knew that beginning tomorrow, she would still have to practise, make mistakes, and try again. There would probably be moments when she felt uncertain or lost. But the candlelight that night had already shown her the direction she truly wanted to follow. An slowly closed her eyes and clasped her hands a little more tightly. In her heart, she repeated those three wishes one final time. Then she leaned toward the cake and drew a quiet breath. The candle flames flickered before her. And as she prepared to blow them out, those three wishes were no longer merely hopes for the future. They had become promises that An had made for herself—and had decided to fulfil with her own hands