Ravel

Prologue

The lights of the stadium switched from royal blue to orange. Screams of people were mostly heard across the whole venue and died down when the first word of the song was blurted out by a group of five boys who stood on a moving platform. Their motif for today was blue and white. When the teenage girls present in the stadium saw them, they went crazy. These boys were one of the most internationally famous boy bands – One Direction.

            Sadira was not excluded from the squealing and screeching fans. She jumped up and down as the boys sang their very first single, What Makes You Beautiful. Shouting the lyrics as they sang it, a large grin was plastered across her face. It was the first time she saw them perform live, and they were almost just a breath away from her.

            Next to Sadira, on her right, was a girl with her hair like dark chocolate and as it flows to its tips, the colour slowly faded into white milk. She was also singing with her friend, Sadira. One could say she was more prim and proper than that of her companion for she only clapped her hands to every beat that the song made and sang along its lyrics, not screaming them.

            “I LOVE YOU 1D!” Sadira screamed on top of her lungs as if the boys would hear them for the whole stadium was louder than her voice. “Woo!”

As the person beside her was flapping her hands like an idiot, Kanara was trying her best not to get hit by the uncontrollable arms of her seatmate. Some strands of her jet black hair got caught up by the wobbly hands of her screaming seatmate. She had her hands up protectively in front of her and warned, “Hey, watch it.”

            “Erm… Sadie,” the girl beside the insane screaming one called. “I think you’re almost hitting someone already. I think you should control yourself.”

            “What?” the girl being called stopped moving hysterically and stared at the person who called her.

            The other girl pointed to Kanara’s direction hesitantly, staring from the girl named Sadie to Kanara and back.

            The Sadie girl whirled to meet the furrowed brows and pursed lips of Kanara. She said almost immediately after seeing Kanara’s reaction, “I’m so sorry!”

            Kanara’s pursed lips slowly curved into a smile. She said, “It’s all right, just don’t be too…” her sentenced hanged as she thought of a right word to describe how the Sadie girl acted. Her gaze went from the apologizing girl’s head towards her foot. She’s like any typical ginger – redhead, freckled, pale, and green eyed. In the end, her choice of words was limited, so she finished, “hysterical.”

            The redhead took off her gaze from Kanara and looked from side to side, frowning and biting her lip. She muttered, “I really am sorry.”

            “N-no! I mean… Um…” Kanara raised her hands and shook them hysterically. She turned her head to look over her shoulder to call the person behind her. “Nich! Hey Nichelle! A little help here?”

            “What?” the girl named Nichelle, her friend, asked. She popped a piece of chip into her mouth and started munching it, staring at Kanara obliviously.

            Kanara had the urge to smack her friend’s head, but instead her hand planted itself on her face. Slowly, her hand was off her face and she stated exasperated, “Seriously, Nichelle? All this time, you don’t know what was happening?”

            “What? Did I do something wrong?” Nichelle had one of her brows inclined. “Seriously, what happened?”

            Rolling her eyes with disbelief, Kanara returned her gaze to the almost-breaking-down redhead. She stated, “Hey, look.” Her index finger rose up, stating her point. “I’m not mad or anything. It’s okay, just restrain yourself a little because if I were somebody else they might get mad at you and you might get hurt. I understand that you are fan-girling, but please for your own sake, restrain yourself. Don’t worry, I’m also a fan of these boys and I know how it feels to see them live, but please for the sake of etiquette control yourself.”