Rewrite the Rules

Sing to Me: : Part 11

Concert flew by so quickly. The thunderous roar of the crowd reached a crescendo as BTS finished their electrifying dance number. Confetti rained down like shimmering snow, glinting in the pulsating stage lights.

My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Like the last two nights of the concert, the anticipation was thick in the air – a prelude to something special.

Then, Namjoon stepped forward, his voice a soothing balm amidst the noise. He raised his hands, a universal plea for silence. The cheers subsided into a wave of excited murmurs.

"Alright ARMY," he began, his voice amplified but still retaining its warmth, "Let's do this one more time, shall we?" The crowd erupted again, a deafening wave of adoration washing over the stadium.

A thrill shot through me as Namjoon announced, "We'd like to pick someone special from the audience for our next song." Pandemonium erupted. A sea of glowing lights – a forest of ARMY bombs – swayed frantically in the air, each girl around me transformed into a beacon of hope, desperately yearning to be chosen.

The members of BTS fanned out across the stage, their gazes scanning the eager faces in the front rows. I didn't make eye contact. My hope was not to be chosen. Army screamed in hopes to be the one. The members moved from left to right, their smiles dazzling under the spotlight, and finally, Namjoon's eyes met mine. Time seemed to stand still.

Namjoon's finger shot out, pointing directly at me. "You!" he declared, his voice ringing through the arena. Disbelief washed over me. Surely, he couldn't mean... My head whipped around, scanning the faces behind me, searching for the real chosen one. But there was no one.

The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning – I was chosen.

My heart lurched into overdrive as two burly security guards materialized beside me. A strangled gasp escaped my lips as they gently, but firmly, lifted me over the barrier. The stage lights seemed to magnify everything, blinding me momentarily.

Then, a strong hand grasped mine – J-Hope's, his infectious smile radiating warmth even in the chaos. With a surprising lift, he pulled me onto the stage, the deafening roar of the crowd a physical force threatening to knock me off my feet.

Dazed, I met Namjoon's gaze. His smile was wide, brimming with a mischievous glint that sent a shiver down my spine. A microphone materialized in my hand, cold and heavy against my clammy palm. Stagehands buzzed around me, attaching a strange device to my belt and whispering instructions into my earpiece. The crowd's cheers were a distant roar, muffled by the sudden rush of adrenaline.

A voice, crisp and clear, cut through the chaos. "What's your name?" J-Hope's voice, warm and friendly, resonated in my ear.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to speak. "H-Hi, J-Hope," my voice trembled slightly before gaining strength. "My name is Emma." My voice, amplified a thousandfold, echoed through the stadium, sending a fresh wave of heat to my cheeks.

"Emma, that's a beautiful name," Tae chimed in, his playful grin widening as he pointed a finger at himself. "Now, Emma, who's your favorite member?"

A laugh, nervous but genuine, bubbled up from my chest. "Actually," I began, my voice finding its footing, "I don't have a favorite. I'm an OT7, so that position is still up for grabs."

The crowd roared its approval, the sound a wave of energy washing over me.

"Maybe after tonight, you'll have a different perspective," he winked.

Namjoon leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "So, Emma, are you here to sing us a song?"

I met his gaze, a spark of defiance igniting within me. "No," I countered, my voice surprisingly steady. "I think I got on stage for you guys to sing me a song, right?" Each night of the past concerts the members picked a woman from the crowd to sing to. "That's what they told me, anyway!"