In Our Hearts

1 ~ STAR

         " C'mon everybody!" I clapped my hands along with the beat and the crowd mimics.

The spotlights are all beaming, blinding me. I hear screams, cheers and cries but I can hardly see their faces. My tears are on the edge of my eyes, waiting to be let go and my smile is splitting my face real good. It hurts but it feels so good.

I have dreamt of this for so long but it still seems hard to believe. It's really happening now. Me, singing on the center stage, with back up dancers in uniform costume; they are all dress in white while I sway my body in a shimmering silver dress, blue sequins are sprinkled all over my mini skirt with stockings matching my skin underneath.

I sing with all my heart to the upbeat song I've written and open the doors for me in this music industry. I invited the crowd to sing with me and catch my breath from all the dancing routine. Once I recovered, I sing the highest note of the song and the crowd cheered even wilder. Music is my life and it makes my heart swell to see these people glad to hear me sing.

Although they didn't gather in this humongous stadium to see me, it didn't lessen how overwhelmed I was. For all I know anyone dreaming to be a singer would even trade their souls to be where I am tonight. I walk down the stage extension and reach some wailing hands from the VIP section. I don't blame if some audience decided to remain seated to conserve their energy for the main act.

"Thank you everyone for singing with me.. Whew!" I exclaim on the microphone after finishing my last song.

"Everyone having fun?!" I called loud even I know the microphone was enough to let my voice surround the stadium.

"I know some of you wants me out of this stage now and I won't let you guys wait any longer." I joked and collective laughs echoed the stadium.

"It's an honor for me to introduce to all of you, the big hearted, most talented and ever gorgeous friend of mine...." drum rolls.

"The one and only.. Kourtney Stewart!" And the crowd goes wild for the nth times.

From an elevating post, on the upper part of the stage, Kourtney emerge while soft fireworks drizzle behind her from the top and on big screens on both sides of the stage displays her initials - KS.

She started dancing, singing then greeting the whole crowd who seems to have an endless and untiring cheers. I exited the stage using the stairs on the side. The fans nearby cannot seem to decide on whether to focus on the show or take the chance of an encounter with me. My bodyguards just do what has to be done and help me reach the backstage before any commotion starts.

Tagging along with Kourtney made them my fans too but still, this is her show and we all want to go everything as planned. Maybe if I meet them next time, somewhere else, I will be more than happy to take selfies with them like what they're asking at the moment.

Before I step foot on the backstage, I expect everyone to be busy; checking sounds, lights when and how the props will appear on the stage but what I'm witnessing right now is a total chaos.

Broken glasses were scattered all over floor, some props were destroyed and the whole crew is cramming.

"Please don't tell me someone sabotaged the show?" I cried to Emily, the tour manager when I spotted her.

"How I wish someone else did this instead!" the defeat is evident in her voice but when she ordered someone to get mops to clean the floor, her authoritative voice echoed loud and clear.

"I don't understand-"

"It's Kourtney.." she answered, to clear my confusion but somewhat she failed.

"Apparently, Brin failed to call her before she got upstage. And there's this article circling online he was spotted in some club with a girl just couple of hours ago." She heave a long breath afterwards.

Now that makes sense. I know Kourtney sometimes has bad temper but I never thought it would take up to this.

I look up on the screen attached on a wall closed by, displaying the show outside. I can see her smiling but with the ragged breathing she's letting out shows how hard it is for her to perform in front of thousands of people while fuming.

I can't blame her. Even there's no official statement that she and Brin are dating, anyone close to her will not be dumb not to know.

As her friend, I am aware whenever they secretly see each other and go to exclusive places and restaurants that are restricted to the media. Not only that Brin has a known reputation for never dating anyone officially  but also to protect Kourtney's career.

Brin is well-known not only because he's the greastest young singer-songwriter but he's apparently the prince charming for every girls and sometimes even some women's fairytale. I search for words that people oftenly use to describe him and I stumble between the words heart and throb.

He's the Helen of Troy and his fans are the armies that can drown a thousand ships if anyone dares to cross them.

Kourtney is the female version of him. She has a fair share of followers and haters which is common to celebrities. It just so happened that the latter is highly compose of Brin's army.

The management doesn't stop her from seeing Brin so long as they will not share it with the world. The last thing they want to happen is to see Kourtney's career crashing down and no doubt his armies are capable of doing that.

They are the people who believed in us, who supported us and help us to become who we are right now and there's no doubt they will be the ones who can bring us down as well if they decided to.

Halfway through the show and she'd already calmed down but there's still no sign of Brin McClory. She didn't bother to open up a topic about it until we call it a night.

Just when I thought the storm had passed and the sea is levelled, we we're surrounded by paparazzi as we make our way to our van from the back of the stadium.

Reporters threw her questions after questions which I know that she's also dying to be answered but she never opened her mouth. I walk beside her, with the help of the bodyguards and staffs until we reach the van.

The moment we got inside and got far from the eyes of the media, Kourtney starts to bawl on my shoulder. I held her for support. We sat there without any single word but her weeps the whole ride.