The dream of an Idol

Part 1.

I shake my head loosening up my long pink and blue curls. I run a hand through my hair and walk over to Charity. She smiles at me and I reach out giving everyone a comforting hand. We were on in ten and so our mics were on. So instead of a pep talk I went with a group huddle. Quickly we get into place and then the platform rises. We're met by screaming fans muted by our in ear pieces and lights.
  "Hello hello hello New York!" I shout in a slightly accented voice due to mostly speaking Korean for the past three years.
  "Thank you so much for having us tonight. Now let's get into it!" Luna shouts also accented. Our song starts and we burst into our choreography seamlessly.
We perform for three hours transitioning and going through smooth costume and set changes and then we get to my solo dance.
  I was backstage I had just changed into black leggings a red crop top and I'd shrugged on my red and black silk cardigan. I bow to my stylists and move to my entrance.
  I kneel down one foot up and one tucked and folded over hands to my sides. I feel myself rise into the lights and the music starts in my  in-ears. I spin up gracefully and start dancing feeling the beat in the ground and feeling at home.
  The dance was four minutes long and the rest of the group slowly joined me on stage joining into the dance by the time we were done I was panting, exhausted but feeling amazing. We all bow and the lights go down.
  "Thank you for coming out tonight and we'll see you next time. Goodnight New York!" I shout into my mic and then they turn off all of our mics. I take out the in-ears and here them chanting our names. I smile at the group before heading to the back to change for the night.