Get the Party Started - Pink

Pink was once the life of every party, spinning tracks that lit up even the darkest rooms. But fame turned sour, and loneliness settled in like dust on her old vinyls. Now, she haunts the scene like a ghost, refusing to let anyone celebrate unless she’s there, watching. The beats she plays feel hollow, a desperate attempt to fill the silence she carries inside. Crowds gather, but the energy is strained, tethered to her presence. People whisper that the real party begins only when she leaves—but she never does. Pink stays until the last light fades, drowning in her own echoes, chasing a joy she no longer remembers.