ALCANTARA SERIES #1: I'm The Idol's Obsession

ITIO 20

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CHAPTER 20

When the background music starts to play, I know I'm doomed. Pamilyar na pamilyar sa akin, dahil ang kantang 'yon ang ginamit kong pang audition noon!

"I've been searching for a man,
All across Japan... just to find,
To find my samurai."

Ang kaninang nakasimangot na si Jared ay nagpipigil na ng tawa, pati na rin ang ilan ko pang mga kasama. Idagdag pa ang manager kong nag-iwas ng tingin sa akin. Natural, naalala talaga nila 'yon!

"Someone who is strong,
But still a little shy,
Yes, I need, I need my samurai..."

Damn it. How the hell did I forget it?!

"Go, Nikki Miguel!"

"You're our biggest butterfly! Kyah!"

"Aye, aye, aye!"

Mahigpit ang hawak ko sa aking microphone at hinanda ang sariling 'wag magmukhang tanga. I smiled to calm myself down, then subtly cast sharp glances at my co-members.

This is the most embarrassing moment that I've had for these years.

"Aye, aye, aye, I'm your little butterfly,
Green, black, and blue,
Make the colors in the sky.
Aye, aye, aye, I'm your little butterfly,
Green, black, and blue,
Make the colors in the sky..."

Once again, cheers filled the arena from the fans. However, those two men who always raise my blood pressure stood out in the crowd. Ni hindi man lang sinuway ni leader kaya pati silang dalawa ni Red ay inismiran ko.

"Aye, aye, aye, you're our biggest butterfly," si Volt na kinukumpas pa ang mga kamay sa hangin.

"I'm your biggest butterfly," sumasapaw na pang-aasar si Milo.

I was about to go to Milo and Volt, who were now annoying me by mimicking the song that I sang, but her angelic voice stopped me. 

"You're a great singer." She bowed politely to the interviewer and nodded slightly to my co-members. 

When she stood up and walked towards their designated VIP seats, I couldn't help but smirk. Among the others here in the arena, she looks so fantastic and is the most beautiful in my eyes.

"That was a good choice of song by a fan who can't sing well!" ani interviewer na mas lalong ikinataas ng presyon ko.

"And that was good, too, a half-baked praise." Hindi ko na mapigil ang mag komento ng puno ng sarkasmo.

Nag-iinit talaga ang aking ulo sa mga ganitong tao. If only my manager hadn't pulled me off stage, baka dinudumog na ako ng mga bashers sa social media ngayon.

"Kalmahan mo lang, Nikki."

"Paano ako kakalma kung gano'n ang kasama namin doon? Worst, kaharap pa namin!"

I definitely won't let that woman's half-baked praise slide!

"Bakit ka ba nagagalit? It was just a little mistake. No harm. Masisira ang career mo kung paiiralin mo 'yang emos'yon mo." My manager heaved a deep breath as he pat my shoulder.

Lumapit sa amin ang isang makeup artist, inayos ang nagulo kong buhok. Pati ang producer ay lumapit na rin.

Bakit nga ba ako nagagalit? Hindi, hindi ako galit... naiinis lang. Hindi. Galit talaga ako!

Tumingin muna si Mr. Gal... what's his name again? Alam ko, hindi ko lang tanda. Nang mabati ang mga kasama namin dito sa backstage ay saka ito nakangiting nagtanong sa akin. "What's the problem?"