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Big Bang RPA AfterParty - The expectations

I can’t sleep these days. Not with Big Bang breathing down my neck and Rio already vibrating like a drum under my feet. The "Marvelous City", The Mega Dome...

You know what it feels like? Like standing on the edge of something bigger than yourself. Every artist in the Dome will be chasing glory. And I respect that. But for me? Just glory isn’t what keeps me awake. It’s the hunger. The fire that won’t let me stay still. The music crawling under my skin, whispering “you’re not here to play safe, you’re here to lose yourself.”

I’m not packing a setlist. I’m packing madness. Sequins that will probably fall apart before dawn. Heels that weren’t made to survive, but God knows I’ll make them dance until they break. And a body that wants to melt into the bass until it doesn’t belong to me anymore.

Big Bang will crown the best on stage. Let them. When the Dome goes dark, the city will still be shaking.

Aaaaaaand...

that’s when Real Party Animals take over. That’s when I take over.

I don’t care if I remember the night... what matters is that nobody else will ever forget. I want their eyes haunted by the way my body owned the dancefloor, their hands still trembling from the curve of my hips, the quakes from my... yeah, them. Their ears ringing with my laughter louder than the bass. I want every stranger who crossed my path to wake up dizzy, asking themselves if they dreamed me or if I really was that impossible woman who burned through Rio for one unforgettable night.

So if you find me, don’t stand on the sidelines. Grab me. Dance with me. Scream with me. Get lost with me.

Because this isn’t just another party. it’s the kind of night that tattoos itself into your bones.

And me?

I’m ready to burn.