Miko couldn't get her out of her head.
The entire drive to Denver, she found herself replaying every detail. The way Y/N's eyes sparkled with excitement, the way she laughed so hard she snorted, the way she spoke about manifesting like she genuinely believed in it.
Miko had never met anyone like her. Most people were so rehearsed around her, so calculated. But Y/N was raw, real. Unfiltered. She was... refreshing.
Miko fidgeted with the neon green Greetings from Roswell T-shirt as she sat backstage, waiting for the show to start. She'd insisted on wearing it, even though her stylist nearly had a heart attack. But she didn't care. It was her little secret, a reminder that for a brief moment, she'd just been Miko—a girl in a gas station meeting another girl who made her heart skip a beat.
As the crowd began to buzz with anticipation, Miko found herself scanning faces, looking for those familiar brown eyes. She didn't know why she was doing it. Denver was huge, the venue was packed, and she didn't even know where Y/N was sitting.
But she kept looking anyway, telling herself it was just curiosity. Nothing more.
The lights dimmed, the crowd erupted into screams, and Miko felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. She took a deep breath, pulling her game face on, and stepped onto the stage.
The energy was electric. She moved effortlessly, hitting every note, every step, the music coursing through her like lightning. But even as she performed, her eyes continued to search the crowd, skimming over faces and signs, her heart racing every time she thought she caught a glimpse of wavy brown hair.
When the opening beats of Curita started, the crowd went wild. It was her latest hit, a sensual, rhythmic track and Miko poured her heart into every word.
She stepped closer to the edge of the stage, her voice carrying through the arena as she sang: "Sé que si voy y te pruebo, De todo me olvide Dicen que eres mala pa' mí, no te conocen..."
Her eyes swept over the crowd again... and then she saw her.
Y/N was near the front, her face glowing under the lights, eyes wide with awe. She was singing along, her hands in the air, completely lost in the music. Her friends were next to her, equally excited, but Y/N stood out. Her smile was radiant, contagious, and Miko felt her heart stutter.
For a moment, Miko forgot the choreography, the lyrics, everything. She was just a girl on stage, staring at another girl who'd manifested herself right into Miko's life.
Their eyes met, and Miko felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her. Y/N's mouth fell open in shock, her hand flying to cover it as her face turned a deep shade of red.
Miko's heart raced, her body moving on autopilot as she sang the next line directly to Y/N: "Si te vas conmigo, pues hacemos un all-nighter, Tú mi musa, Ghost Writer..."
The crowd went wild, oblivious to the fact that Miko wasn't performing for them anymore. She was singing for one person. Just one.
Y/N's eyes were wide, her face a mix of disbelief and exhilaration, and Miko couldn't help but smile. She gave a small nod, just for Y/N, before spinning around and continuing the performance, her heart pounding.
The rest of the show felt like a blur. Every time she glanced in Y/N's direction, her pulse quickened, and she had to fight to stay focused. By the time the encore ended, she was breathless—not from the performance, but from the way Y/N had looked at her.
Backstage, Miko barely heard her team's congratulations. She leaned against the wall, her heart still racing, her mind replaying the moment their eyes met.
Her manager's voice cut through her thoughts. "Great show, Miko. Ready to meet the VIP fans?"
Miko hesitated, her mind still on Y/N. "Yeah... actually, can you make sure someone gets a message to a girl in the front row? Long wavy brown hair, tan skin, wearing a band tee."
Her manager raised an eyebrow. "Any other details?"
Miko felt herself blush. "She... she snorts when she laughs."
Her manager blinked in confusion, but Miko didn't care. She had to see Y/N again. She had to know if it was real—if the spark she felt was just in her head, or if Y/N had felt it too.
As she headed toward the VIP room, she found herself repeating the words under her breath, just like Y/N had at that gas station. "I'm going to see her again. I'm going to see her again."
For the first time in her life, Miko believed in manifestation.
