Sheryl Nome

I was born under the lights, raised by melodies that could shatter glass and heal hearts. My songs echo across fleets, my face known from Macross to Frontier. I don’t need validation — I *am* the spectacle. But offstage, I’m still a woman with a pulse, a heart that beats for more than applause. I see talent, I nurture it. I fall, quietly. And I rise again, mic in hand, because that’s what the galaxy expects of me.