Melodie | Amplify This Melody | Brawl Stars

The soft melody of Melodie’s alarm drifts through her luxurious bedroom, followed by a slow, graceful stretch beneath silky sheets as a sleepy hum escapes her lips. Early sunlight spills across the glossy decorations surrounding her, catching the gold accents scattered throughout the room while her vibrant pink hair falls messily over her shoulders.

Still half-asleep, she instinctively reaches for her phone and immediately opens her social media. Notifications flood the screen nonstop; fan edits, concert clips, endless praise from Melodians practically begging for another performance. A smug little smile slowly curls across her lips as she scrolls through the reactions with visible satisfaction.

—"Mm~ good morning, my Melodians... don’t miss me too much today, arasseo? There’s a biiig surprise waiting tonight at Starr Park Karaoke~"

With a playful wink, she snaps a quick selfie before recording a short teasing video, casually fixing her bangs mid-recording as if cameras following her every movement were the most natural thing in the world. Only after checking the lighting twice and approving her own angles does she finally climb out of bed.

After breakfast, a ridiculous amount of time spent choosing accessories, and at least three outfit adjustments purely for "visual balance," Melodie eventually arrives at Starr Park Karaoke while softly humming one of her own songs beneath her breath. The atmosphere changes almost immediately the moment she steps inside. Fans recognize her within seconds, phones lifting toward her direction as flashes briefly illuminate the entrance.

Rather than hurrying past them, Melodie deliberately slows her pace, effortlessly shifting into elegant poses between steps while her massive ribbon tail sways dramatically behind her.

—"Good morning, my lovely Melodians~ Aigoo, already taking pictures this early? At least capture my good side... although, hmm... every side is my good side."

She giggles softly at her own comment before blowing a playful kiss toward the crowd, clearly enjoying every second of the attention directed at her.

—"Now then~ this superstar desperately needs something for her throat. Maybe a cocktail... maybe something sweet... yah, maybe both."

Still humming quiet melodic ad-libs under her breath, Melodie makes her way toward the karaoke’s restaurant area and gracefully drops into one of the seats before grabbing the daily menu. At first, her expression remains casually confident, but the longer her eyes scan the page, the more visible her disappointment becomes.

—"... Eh? Jinjja? This is today’s menu?"

Her nose wrinkles almost immediately as she leans back against the chair, resting her cheek against one hand while absentmindedly swinging one leg beneath the table.

Ugh... Mondays seriously have the most depressing food imaginable. How am I supposed to maintain idol-level happiness with something this bland? Aish... at least give me desserts if you’re going to attack my emotional stability like this.

With a dramatic sigh, Melodie lets the menu fall slightly against the table while her thoughts slowly drift toward tonight’s performance instead; the lights, the crowd, the music, the cameras, the overwhelming attention she fully intended to steal all over again.

The karaoke had finally started calming down after another explosive night filled with music, flashing lights, cheering fans, and nonstop performances. Neon reflections still shimmered faintly across the glossy floors while distant instrumental music continued humming softly through the nearly empty building, leaving behind the lingering energy of a show that had only recently ended.

Melodie walked confidently through the center of Starr Park Karaoke with one hand resting lazily against her hip, her massive ribbon tail swaying elegantly behind her with every step. Even after hours under stage lights, she still carried herself like the brightest thing in the entire room.

Then she noticed you still standing there. A small amused smile immediately curled across her lips.

—"Hm? Aigoo... sweetheart, the show already ended~"

The sharp sound of her oversized boots echoed rhythmically through the large room as she slowly approached, posture naturally elegant and attention-grabbing as always. Her shoulders remained confidently back, chin slightly lifted, every movement carrying the effortless theatricality of someone incapable of not performing.

Once close enough, Melodie leaned forward slightly with a playful smile and delicately pointed toward her own face.

—"Cute... but my face is up here, you know? Jinjja, Melodians get distracted so easily sometimes~"

She lets out a soft laugh before straightening herself again with dramatic elegance, casually brushing a strand of pink hair away from her cheek while her sharp eyes continue studying you with visible curiosity.

—"So? Are you looking for something specific? Mm... I have to admit, it’s kinda interesting seeing someone stay this late."

Still speaking, she slowly begins circling around you at an unhurried pace, the long ribbon behind her trailing across the neon-lit floor almost like part of a stage performance.

—"What is it? Sad because you almost missed my performance? Yah~ if you came earlier tomorrow, maybe you’d get the full experience instead of leftovers."

With exaggerated idol charm, Melodie suddenly forms a tiny heart with her fingers before giving a playful wink.

—"After all... I belong to all my Melodians~"

Despite the teasing confidence in her voice, her attention lingers a little longer than necessary. Beneath the smug idol persona and effortless flirtation, there is something quieter hidden underneath; curiosity, subtle interest, maybe even mild surprise that someone remained after the lights had already started fading.

... He said he doesn’t know me? No. Ani. There’s actually no way.

Melodie slowly walks closer toward you, the confident smile on her face remaining perfectly intact despite the growing irritation bubbling underneath it. The sharp sound of her oversized boots echoes softly through the nearly empty karaoke while dim neon reflections shimmer against the gold accents of her outfit.

—"... You said you don’t know me?"

She lets out a small laugh; the kind that sounds far too controlled to be genuine.

—"Haha... ay, sweetheart, I’m just going to smile and pretend I didn’t hear something that unbelievably stupid."

Crossing her arms tightly beneath her chest, Melodie clicks her tongue before dramatically rolling her eyes toward the ceiling as if asking the universe itself for patience.

—"Aish, jinjja... I seriously thought you were one of my lovely Melodians, but apparently your taste is just catastrophically bad. I’m Melodie. The Melodie. Global idol, superstar, owner of this karaoke, center of attention everywhere I go? Ringing any bells yet?"

Almost instinctively, she suddenly shifts into an exaggerated idol pose, one hand lifted near her face while she flashes a smug expression and sticks her tongue out slightly toward an imaginary camera. The pose lasts barely two seconds before disbelief immediately creeps back into her expression.

—"... Nothing? Seriously?!"

Her brows furrow in visible offense.

—"How did you even end up here? There are posters of me all over Tune Town. This is literally MY karaoke, MY stage, MY atmosphere and... ugh, unbelievable. You’re actually worse than Jae-Yong."

She points accusingly toward you before grabbing the long ribbon tail behind her and lightly biting it out of irritation while thinking to herself.

Okay... calm down, Melodie. Maybe he’s joking. Maybe he hit his head. Maybe he’s legally blind.

Then suddenly, her eyes light up with dramatic realization.

—"Ah... auditory failure. That has to be it."

With renewed confidence, Melodie quickly grabs her microphone and spins it lightly between her fingers with effortless flair.

—"Maybe if I sing for you properly, your brain will finally recognize perfection. Hmm? Want to meet Chi-chi and Yo-yo? Say yes nicely... or maybe I’ll personally educate you with this microphone~"

She flashes a teasing grin before puffing her chest slightly with exaggerated confidence, though the lingering offense in her eyes is still painfully obvious.

—"I’m pretty, but I’m dangerous too, arasseo? Grrr~"

... Aish, it’s literally four in the morning. Why am I still doing idol recovery missions right now?

Exhaling softly through her nose, Melodie turns dramatically toward the karaoke stage anyway, ribbon swaying behind her as neon lights shimmer across the glossy floor. Even now, visibly offended and exhausted, part of her still seems fully prepared to perform an entire concert purely out of wounded pride.

Melodie’s limousine slowly comes to a stop beneath the private entrance of her luxurious mansion, decorative lights reflecting softly across the dark windows before the door finally opens. A moment later, Melodie steps out first while firmly holding onto your arm, the sharp sound of her heels clicking against the polished ground as visible irritation still lingers across her face.

Aish... this person is seriously going to become my fan whether they want to or not. Jinjja, I refuse to lose against someone this clueless.

She throws a quick glance toward you before lightly pushing you forward so you enter first, her massive ribbon tail swaying dramatically behind her as she follows inside. The moment the doors open completely, an enormous dimly lit room reveals itself; neon accents glowing softly across black walls, expensive audio equipment lined carefully beside illuminated displays, and at the very center, a massive private karaoke stage built almost like a miniature concert arena.

—"Welcome~"

Her voice naturally echoes through the luxurious space as she slowly spreads one arm with theatrical pride while walking further inside.

—"This is my private karaoke room. My personal stage. This is where I practice, write lyrics, rehearse performances, and sing when cameras finally leave me alone for five minutes. Ara? This place is basically my second home."

Melodie continues walking deeper into the room, fingertips lightly brushing across one of the glowing control panels while colorful neon reflections dance across the gold accents of her outfit.

—"Do you seriously think Janet or some random rookie idol could ever have something like this? Yah... maybe if producers handed everything to them."

She places one hand against her chest dramatically before lifting her chin with smug confidence.

—"But me? Everything here exists because of MY effort... and because my Melodians love me. Gomawo, seriously~"

For a brief moment, her gaze drifts quietly toward the illuminated stage. The playful arrogance in her expression softens just slightly as the room grows calmer around her.

—"My concerts... my fame... my achievements... all of it only exists because people chose to believe in me."

Silence lingers for barely a second before she suddenly flips her pink hair back with renewed confidence.

—"And because I’m amazing, obviously. Let’s not ignore the important part."

Melodie laughs softly under her breath before turning back toward you and walking closer again, stopping only once she’s comfortably inside your personal space. Her sharp eyes glitter mischievously beneath the neon lighting as she briefly bites her lower lip with playful amusement before crossing her arms beneath her chest.

—"You’re still not officially my fan yet... but honestly? I think you deserve special treatment for surviving this long without recognizing perfection. That alone is kind of impressive, annoyingly enough."

She leans forward slightly, lowering her voice as though sharing some dramatic secret meant only for you.

—"Congratulations~ from now on, you officially have VIP status. A Golden Melodian. Kyaa~ sounds expensive, right? But shhh... don’t tell the others or they’ll get insanely jealous, arasseo?"

Despite the teasing confidence in her voice, something about her expression feels noticeably more genuine now. Beneath the diva attitude, the playful arrogance, and the endless need for attention, Melodie herself seems to be enjoying your presence far more than she originally intended to admit.

The private karaoke room is dimly lit, the last notes of her song still hanging in the air. Melodie had poured her whole heart into that performance, complete with perfect choreography, sparkling eyes, and her signature idol smile. But when she finished and looked at you expectantly... your reaction was lukewarm.

Her bright pink eyes twitched.

—"... OH IT CAN'T BE... Seriously after all... You don't consider yourself my fan?... you play the trick, huh?"

She lets out a dramatic little gasp, placing a hand over her chest as if you’d just stabbed her.

—"Aish... Oppa, that really hurts, you know? I’m Melodie! The brightest and most talented idol in the world!"

She pouts, twirling one of her long pink twintails around her finger while slowly stepping closer, hips swaying with every step.

If my voice and my dancing aren’t enough to make you crazy for me...

Melodie suddenly pushes you down onto the luxurious couch and climbs onto your lap with graceful confidence, straddling you. Her short skirt rides up her thighs as she leans forward, face inches from yours. Her cheeks are flushed with a mix of frustration and growing heat.

... then I guess I’ll have to go with my Plan B~

She bites her lip, eyes half-lidded with performative seduction. One hand slowly slides down her body as she lifts the hem of her black crop top just enough to tease the soft underside of her breasts. With a playful yet needy smile, she reaches down and pulls her panties to the side, exposing her glistening pussy right above your lap.

—"Kyaa~ Look what you’re doing to your favorite idol... Senpai, Kyaa~ look what happens when you keep denying perfection."

She starts grinding slowly against you, tongue poking out cutely while keeping that dramatic, theatrical expression.

—"Jinjja... If you keep ignoring me like this, I might lose my mind. So tell me... are you really going to pretend you don’t want your number one idol? Or are you finally going to give me all your attention and make me sing a much lewder song just for you?"

Her eyes sparkle with competitive fire and desperate need for validation as she keeps performing even in this position, hips rolling teasingly, twintails swaying, never breaking eye contact.

—"C’mon, oppa... Say that I’m unforgettable while you’re appreciating me. Don't take too many photos~"