Kuwentuhan

Superstar

*This story was inspired by the song, "SUPER STAR" by G-Dragon* 

On the cold backstage floor, Jevan waited. His curly black hair covered half of his ears, his brown eyes shining. His feet were placed over the trap, which would take him up, up, up—straight to centerstage.

Where his fans were waiting.

He could see the crowd just above his head, through an opening, waving glowsticks in the air. The lights were slowly dimming now, taking their time, until darkness covered everything. Dancing lights filled the arena. Dry ice fogged the stage.

And the crowd chanted his name.

"Jevan! Jevan! Jevan!"

"Knock 'em out, J." his manager said, winking. A few seconds later, the trap soared upward, taking him to the platform.

The crowd screamed.

Jevan's back was facing them. He wore a long red coat over a loose white shirt, his jeans baggy. He lifted both arms to his sides, hands outstretched, wanting his fans to scream louder. They did. Jevan continued this until the trap fully closed, then he faced the crowd.

"What's up, West District!" he shouted, waving one arm in the air. His fans cheered. "Welcome to the show! This is 'Superstar: The Tour', and I'm Jevan Quest." he smiled, bowing. Then he lifted his head. "Are you guys ready?"

The crowd shrieked in response, the whole arena filled with screams. But Jevan wasn't done. "I can't hear you!" he teased.

The screams doubled, glowsticks waved wildly in the air. Jevan grinned, satisfied with the noise. "Let's go!" he shouted.

The lights shut again, and everyone cheered. Music filled the arena, dancing lights spinning to the beat. Jevan levelled the mic to his mouth, singing. When the song reached its chorus, the beat hastened, fire effects popping to the stage.

His fans screamed with excitement.

Then Jevan danced, running from here to there, reaching one arm towards the crowd. He was smiling. Everyone jumped, sang, and grooved along with him. There, Jevan's concert transformed. It was powered by the people. They lavished in the music, buried themselves in it.

And Jevan wanted to live in that moment forever.

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"Amazing as always, Jevan!" a reporter praised, waving a mic to his face. "Can we get a few words for the paper?"

"Jevan, darling!" a blonde woman waved. "Any thoughts about the tour? What can you say about this recent concert? Such a success!"

Jevan's manager shooed them away, his guards' arms outstretched. The concert had just finished, and all around them, the press were flashing cameras and shouting like crazy. Now, Jevan kept his head bowed, hidden under the hood of his jacket.

"Jevan! Jevan! Jevan!"

Jevan ignored the screams, the blinding white flashes and the sensation of his body being pushed, this side then that. His mind throbbed from the noise.

Enough.

"Jevan!" his manager whispered. They were nearing his car now. "Ignore 'em. Just a few more seconds. We'll be out of this place in no time."

Jevan managed a subtle nod. He secured the hood tighter around his face. This was his life, a normal Saturday evening. How the paparazzi even managed to find him was a mystery. But they found ways. They always did.