Chapter 1: Blast

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"The past can't see you, but the future is listening." -Terri Guillemets


(Normani Kordei P.O.V year 3020)

I wish I listened to everyone else. I should've went solo. I wish I didn't fuck him. I should've fought that bitch. Im so hardheaded. My momma always taught me to be humble but lately I've been finding myself to be something different. Now I'm in this situation that I got myself into. It's all my fault. I should've kept my mouth shut but I couldn't help it, it slipped out. The more shit I say, the deeper I get buried. I should just be digging my own grave. I always had this instinct in me, telling me "BITCHH LEAVEE!!" But I couldn't go, I loved them. I was so attached.

(Normani Kordei P.O.V year 2016)

I walked out on stage with a grin on my face. I love performing, I love chasing my dream. As I looked out into the crowd, I see their faces light up with excitement and anticipation. Currently were in my hometown, New Orleans. And you know I have to show out for my city.

"Are y'all having a good time tonight?!" I yelled in the microphone, breathless. The crowd roared. "Y'all ready to flex?" Dinah said into the microphone. The music queued and all I can hear is the screaming of fans. This is my motivation, my drive, my inspiration. I love the fans.

"Curtains like waves closing in all around us
Dimming the lights just so that they don't blind--"

*BANG BANG*

I turn my head left and see Ally's lifeless body laying on stage.

Everything is a huge blur.

Where's Camila?

Who would do this?

Many questions ran through my mind and darkness took over my body.

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