𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧' 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ─────⋆⋅★𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘺

𝟎𝟕. 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫

The anticipation hung in the air like an electric charge, crackling against skin. 

As the lights dimmed, a hush swept over the audience, each person holding their breath, caught in the moment's electric grip. 

Backstage, Suki could feel the pulse of the crowd, their energy washing over her like a warm wave, promising that tonight would change everything.

When the opening notes of her unreleased single, Love Language, began to thump through the venue, a spotlight pierced through the darkness, illuminating Suki in a way that felt otherworldly, like she was a goddess descending from the heavens. 

Ooh, I know you're probably thinkin', "What's the use?"
I promise it's the little things that you do
That make me wanna give it all to you
You know I do, baby

The crowd erupted into applause, a thunderous roar that vibrated in her chest, urging her forward. 

She stood there, radiant in a dazzling silver bodysuit that hugged her figure, the intricate feather details swirling around her, each glint catching the light like scattered stars. 

Confidence radiated from her, intoxicating and undeniable.

You soothe me
You hold it down with every word you speak, oh babe
Baby
Been a minute since I had something so sweet

"Hey, VMAs!" she called out, her voice bright and playful, teasing the crowd. 

"Wow, you really have me blushing! It makes me want to sing something I've never sung before!" 

She darted around the stage, playfully flustered, her backup dancers flanking her like a sparkling constellation of stars, fanning out those cascading feathers behind her.

"Have you ever met someone who just—" she gasped, pretending to stumble into the arms of her dancers, "makes you feel breathless?" 

Their laughter echoed around her, and she spun, caught up in the pure joy of the moment.

"Who makes you tongue-tied?" she asked again, and the audience erupted, a chorus of enthusiasm ringing back to her.

"Maybe it's the way you look tonight, VMAs," she continued, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "or maybe it's just how you keep speaking to me," she struck a pose, fully embodying the star she was.

If you're gonna keep speaking my love language
You can talk your shit all night
You the medication when I'm feeling anxious
That's the kind of shit I like

The choreography flowed seamlessly, each movement a silken thread woven into the sultry fabric of the song. 

Suki started with a slow, deliberate sway, her hips moving in sync with the rhythm.

The backup dancers, clad in sleek black outfits, mirrored her, crafting a mesmerizing tapestry of grace.

As the beat dropped, Suki transitioned effortlessly into a lift, her backup dancer spinning her in a dramatic flourish that left the audience gasping.