Phantom's Performance

Chapter 18

Disclaimer! The picture up ^ is the outfits for the concert. You are more than welcome to change them. Also, this chapter will feature "Dangerous Woman" By Ariana Grande and "But I'm a Good Girl" from the movie "Burlesque" sung by Christina Aguilera.

Y/n's Pov

The big performance day had finally arrived, and the entire Pride Ring was buzzing with anticipation. People from all over Hell were converging in the heart of the Pride Ring, eager to witness what was promised to be an unforgettable concert. The air was electric, and the stakes were incredibly high. This was one of those days when you absolutely did not want to make me mad.

From the crack of dawn, the day had been a whirlwind of activity. My nerves were on edge as I darted from one task to another, making sure everything was perfect. The setup, the rehearsals, the costumes-everything had to be flawless. I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety, knowing that tonight's performance could either cement my reputation or shatter it.

With a few hours left before the concert, I hurried to find the Vees. I needed their ability to ensure that the stage setup was impeccable. Valentino and Vox were busy ensuring all the cameras were working properly, each programmed to focus on me. Their precision and attention to detail were unmatched, and I felt a surge of gratitude for their support.

"Valentino, Vox, I need everything to be perfect," I said, my voice laced with urgency.

Valentino, ever the calm presence, nodded reassuringly. "Don't worry, doll. We've got it covered. The cameras will be on you the whole time. Just focus on your performance."

Vox, adjusting some equipment, chimed in. "Yeah, Y/n. We've run multiple tests. Everything is set to highlight your best angles. You just do what you do best."

Meanwhile, Velvette and I were finishing the outfits for the performance. We had several costume changes planned; each one meticulously designed to complement different parts of the show. One outfit we settled on was particularly striking: a women's suit consisting of a white button-up dress shirt paired with black pants and a leather harness around the torso. The ensemble was completed with large round glasses. This outfit was meant for a segment where I would be telling a story through song, and it exuded a perfect blend of elegance and edginess. Just like Alastor suggested.

Velvette held up the suit, examining it critically. "This one is perfect for the story segment. It's edgy and stylish."

I nodded, running my fingers over the fabric. "Agreed. It captures the essence of the song perfectly. The glasses are a nice touch, too."

The stage itself had a theme inspired by a 1920s radio shop. At the center of the stage was an old-style desk surrounded by vintage radio devices. The setting was designed to transport the audience back in time, creating a nostalgic yet eerie atmosphere. I wouldn't be alone on stage-I had a male demon dancer who would be performing with me. He wore a white button-up dress shirt like mine, but he was paired with a red vest and a black bowtie. He, too, wore rounded glasses, matching the theme.

As the final preparations were underway, I took a moment to concentrate on myself. The adrenaline was pumping, and I knew I needed to stay focused. The backstage area was a hive of activity, with people rushing around to make sure everything was in place. I could hear the murmur of the crowd gathering outside, their excitement palpable even from behind the curtains.

Finally, the moment arrived. The lights dimmed, and the crowd fell silent as the introductory music began to play. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage, ready to deliver a performance that would be remembered for ages.

The first song of the night had a theatrical setup. The male demon and I took our places, the vintage radios and desk creating an intimate setting. I stood behind him, my presence commanding attention, as the music began to play.