'Zipper' Twenty thousand people chanted. My heart started pumping, my hands shook, and my head swam with possibilities that I might miss a note or go off key.
"What are you?" I whispered the start of my hit song into the microphone that hooked to my ear and extended to my mouth. The platform I stood on started rising and the screams of my fans started to fill my ears.
The whisper continued to echo through out the room that I was performing in. "What are you?" I whispered again. Only this time it was louder.
"Going out at night, you never tell me where. Coming back covered in blood, you never tell me who. What are you?" The last word melted into the air as vibrations of the beat to my song started.
Bright lights blinded my eyes as I started to dance to the beats. Dancers started to crowd around me then lifted me up as I waved my hands and my lips curved into my signature smile. Cheers erupted in the crowds in front of me, to my left, my right, and behind me. The dancers that were holding me up nodded to each other and tossed me in the air. I twisted in the air like I would in my old cheerleading squad. Fire started lighting around the stage, each one lit when a beat of my song vibrated.
I felt my body slam into strong, muscular arms. It knocked the breath out of me, but I recovered quickly as the dancers flung me to the front of the stage on the fourth measure of my song. By the fifth measure, I was singing the lyrics to my song.
My voice was strong and sounding great from the exercises I had done. My body locked with every beat and flowed gracefully with the cord that connected to my waist whenever the piano and violin started playing.
"I am death," the song ended. Bryon's deep, seductive voice filled the room just as I repeated what he said in my high pitched, musical voice. I held the last note as I felt the cord around my waist tug upward. My feet were no longer on the stage, but were now twisting in the air.
I started striking poses as cell phones and cameras started flashing below me. Soon the flash was the only light in the room as another hit song started to play. This time Bryon, in Spanish, sang the start of the song.
It started out as a lullaby, but ended when every beat stopped. Colored lights twisted around me then white lights all aimed at me. I started singing again, this my dance moves were more like poses.
"It's your face that haunts me every time, I wish it were reality," I continued on and on until I was finished with the concert.
My voice was partially gone and my waist, arms, and legs ached with a need to lie down. I would have to take a very hot bath then go to sleep. There was no way I would be able to go out and celebrate my new songs with my muscles throbbing and how was I supposed to communicate when I could barley hear myself?
That was beyond me.
Fast foot falls brought my attention to a teenage boy running toward me. I didn't worry, my security guards would take care of it. I kept walking to the white limo that stood out like beacon in the dark that surrounded me.
"Oh! You did great, honey!" my mother gushed as I slid into the car.
"Mom, I'm tired. Stop," I said sharply.
"I'm sorry, Sweetie. Get my little star back to the hotel," she ordered my driver, Frank.
"Yes, ma'am," he said then started down the road.
Hello, I heard in my mind. My body stiffened.
Dear god, I thought.
