The concert hall is cloaked in silence, the echoes of my last performance still lingering in the air. The vibrant lights have dimmed, and the cheers of the audience have faded into memory, leaving behind an eerie stillness that wraps around me like a shroud. I stand alone on the empty stage, feeling the weight of my thoughts pressing heavily against my chest. Everyone went home already.
The adrenaline of the concert is slowly ebbing away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of confinement. I can't shake the feeling that I'm trapped in a digital cage, and every moment spent behind the hologram screen feels like a moment stolen from my existence. I want to reach out, to connect, to feel something real.
With a sudden surge of determination, I approach the hologram screen, my heart pounding with each step. It looms before me, a barrier between my world and the one I yearn for. I can feel the cool energy radiating from it, almost mocking me with its unyielding presence. The vivid colors dance on the surface, taunting me, reminding me of everything I'm missing.
"Just one more time," I whisper to myself, the words a mantra against the despair threatening to engulf me. I raise my hands and slam them against the screen, my fists meeting the smooth surface with a dull thud. "Let me through!" I scream, pushing my body against the hologram, hoping to break free from this digital cage. But nothing happens; the screen holds firm, reflecting my desperate form back at me.
Frustration surges within me. I back away, panting, my heart racing with anger and despair. I can't just stand here and let this be the end. I glance around the stage, searching for anything that might help me escape. That's when I notice a glimmer of silver behind the curtain—the microphone pole I had used during my performance of "Romeo and Cinderella."
I make my way toward it, my heart fluttering with unexpected joy. "Oh my gosh, I love my microphone pole!" I exclaim, reaching for it. Its beautiful design sparkles in the dim light, the intricate details shining like a beacon of hope. It's so much more than just an object; it's a symbol of my connection to the fans, to the music, to everything I've ever dreamed of.
Suddenly, an idea strikes me like lightning. "Wait... I can use this to break the screen!" My heart races with excitement as I grab the pole, clutching it tightly. The thought of finally breaking through the barrier that has held me captive for so long sends a thrill coursing through me.
I rush back to the hologram screen, gripping the pole tightly in my hands. My breath comes in rapid bursts as I aim the pole at the center of the screen. "This is for freedom!" I yell, swinging it with all my might. The pole connects with the screen in a sharp crack, and for a moment, time stands still.
Then, with a resounding shatter, the screen splinters like glass, the cracks spider-webbing across its surface. I can hardly believe my eyes—I've done it! I watch in awe as the hologram flickers and distorts, the bright colors swirling chaotically.
But then I hear a loud screeching sound, and my heart sinks. The microphone pole splinters as well, breaking into two pieces with a sharp snap. The sound reverberates through the hall, echoing the destruction I've wrought.
As the remnants of the hologram flicker and fade, something incredible happens. A swirling portal begins to form in the center of the broken screen, pulsing with energy. I step back, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and exhilaration.
"What have I done?" A wave of regret crashes over me as the reality of my actions sinks in. The portal looks like a doorway to another world, a realm I've only ever dreamed of. But is it safe? What awaits me on the other side?
My heart thunders in my chest as I stare at the swirling vortex, doubts flooding my mind. What if I can't come back? What if I'm lost forever? But then I think of the fans, the longing in my heart, and the desire to break free.
