Apr 16, 2020
“Boy you better bow down on your knees. Can I get a yes your majesty? So treat me like a queen.”
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“Boy you better bow down on your knees. Can I get a yes your majesty? So treat me like a queen.”
Performance Playtime (Open)
Misa Amane was rocking the building with her show. Different outfit changes between songs, confetti and of course flirting with her lead guitarist. In her newest outfit change it looked like she was wearing a tuxedo dress. When she pulled off the jacket, the top turned into a corset. Her blonde hair looked amazing despite how hot and sweaty she was by now from the dancing and running across the stage. She pranced up to her lead guitarist and stroked under his chin. With a wink and quick turn, she blew him a kiss. The entire crowd screaming with excitement. Finally she stopped upon fixing her microphone headset.
"Oh I might be platinum blonde but I ain't dumb. Baby I see that you're here with me but you ain't moved on. I'm sittin here in the middle of a flame still boy I ain't your match." She pulled out a match and dropped it setting the stage on fire. The lights turned red flashing orange and yellow. Fog to look like smoke began pouring from the sides. All at once the crowd roaring with excitement. "You're still in love with your Ex-Oh and I ain't wanna be nobody's second best! No!"
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Misa Amane had audition to be a back-up dancer and had been accepted. She didn’t know who she’d be dancing for. It was a different job from what she was used to. Misa was a growing Idol who had her own stage most of the times, however she wanted to change things up. She wasn’t that famous to begin with so this back-up dancer role could be a thing. As she stood in the spacious dance studio, she looked around at the other females that were gathered and accepted.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. If anything, this person must of been a narcissist. How many girls did you need for back-up dancers? Finally she looked over and saw one girl looking on her phone. “I found out who we’re dancing for! His name is Lee Taemin. I’m not sure how old he is, but judging by the picture he looks young.” The blonde walked over and scanned the picture over. “That’s who were dancing for?! He’s just a kid! Why does he need so many girls? Maybe he’s trying to be one of those artists with all the dancers. If anything, he’s a wannabe performer stealing somebody else’s act.”
The blonde stumbled slightly as she finally exited the stage. Misa hadn’t been feeling well but she knew the concert must go on. Her body was hating her for making the decision she did. She was doing her best to keep herself from looking sick. Somehow her voice and dance moves were still on par as they usually were. When she went out to do another couple of songs, she returned leaning against the wall and panting hard. “Ms. Amane I think we should cancel the rest of the concert. You can barely stand on your own at this point. Please your body needs to rest.” The blonde shook her head and refused her manager’s words. The female turned and shouted a frustrated “Somebody please reason with her!”
“I can feel your eyes on me. Tell me, what do they desire?”
“For some reason, I don’t want to perform today.”
“What is love? Love is madness.”
The idol was laying in the field looking up at the starry sky. The sounds of the city were faint but occasionally sparked her attention. She sighed and closed her eyes. "Before my fame and fortune come to an end, will I have written my name in history for everyone to remember?"