Concert

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"Hurry up! She on in 5!" A woman screamed running here and there backstage.

"I need my mic." Haya said going up to her manager.

"It should be on the table." She said seeing haya going to get it but couldn't help but wonder why she looked so stressed.

"Haya, are you okay?" Natalie said looking at her distressed face.

"Yes, I'm fine." She neutrally replied.

"Well it doesn't seem like it."

Haya just glared at her.

She sighed before speaking.

"Look Haya, I have been your manager since you were 17, I know when something is wrong-"

"Yea well if you know me so well than you should know if I'm okay or not!" Haya exclaimed.

"I know your upset because your father isn't here but you know that he doesn't support you." Natalie implied. She's picked up on how her father is like with the years she spent with haya.

"I know he's not supportive but like really, it's my first live concert after year, he should've been here!" She exclaimed, tears threaten to come out.

"Haya-"

Natalie abruptly stopped as both of their attention made their way to the tv that was playing.

"We think today is the day for all MEERASIM shippers. Looks like after the news of them dating, they don't need to hide it anymore! Today they were spotted having ice cream and walking hand in hand. I mean just look at them!" The news reporter said as pictures of them holding hands popped up on the screen.

Natalie looked at the tv her eyes wide open as she screamed at a few people to turn the tv off.

Natalie looked at Haya's shocked face and then the watch on her wrist.

"Haya, your up now, please don't let this get to your head." Natalie said putting a shoulder on her hand.

Haya was completely frozen while everyone was doing their work on her. Putting mics, audio equipment, god knows what things.

All she could think about was Murtasim.

Meerab is Murtasims and Murtasim is Meerab's?

No.

She loved him this can't be happening. Not to her.

"Haya, hurry they are waiting for you." Natalie's voice pierced through her thoughts, coming back to reality.

The curtains opened as she walked up on the stage.

People were screaming and cheering for her. Flashlights of the crowds phones were waving in the air. Music of her song started to play in the background of the large stadium.

And there it was, it was time for her to sing.

She lifted her mic up and started to sing a melodic tune into it.

She was walking here and there around the stage as she ran her hands over the crowds, that were reaching out for her.

Singing the song all she could think about was Murtasim. She loved him for so long even though she never showed. She was scared of rejection. She didn't want to get rejected and have her heart broken. With all this fame and media, she would've never been able to handle it. But now she was heart broken and no one knew. Whenever there was darkness in her life Murtasim would be her light. When there was sadness in her life he would be that shot of espresso that would lift her spirits. But now knowing that he's with another girl feels wrong to love him. She can't do that, not to Meerab. She's known her for so long too. She would notice the sparkle in Murtasim's eyes whenever Meerab would walk by, but she used to shrugged it off. She thought it was just admiration for a former colleague. Not love. She wanted to express her feelings but it's too late now. If he leaves her than who will be by her side? She can't do that to Meerab and especially not Murtasim. But she couldn't help but to wonder if she did do something. Would Murtasim be hers? Would Murtasim be Haya's?

Her thought process stopped as the song came to an end, peoples 'woos' and screaming filled the air as the lights slowly dimmed and curtains closed down.

Hey guys! This was a little introduction of haya so y'all get an idea of how she's like. Hope you guys are exicted for the next part! -XOXO FURTASTIC

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 08, 2023 ⏰

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