Prompts by @raven-cincaide-words
Also, Chapell Roan's song "Good Luck, babe!"
The booming sound of the speakers and the screams of the fans really got him excited, the adrenaline coursed through his veins and the excitement made him want to jump in place.
‘Missa! Missa!’ he could hear them chanting from their place backstage, shouting his name, eager for his presence.
Come on Missa, you're the best, he encouraged himself a little before putting his presence on stage, ‘Good night, Quesadilla Island!’
It was the final night of the singing competition being held on the main island, Missa was originally from Karmaland, a small island near Quesadilla, from a little town called ‘Minecraft Extreme’ this was his chance to succeed.
‘Are you ready for the best night of your lives!’ shouted Missa.
The crowd went wild. Missa loved that power he had over the audience, how he could get excited so easily, but he knew this wasn't going to be easy. Philza was also in the competition, and despite his public belittling, he knew how talented Philza was.
Missa smiled as he heard the soundtrack to ‘Good luck, babe!’ And he smiled even more as he saw Philza standing in the audience, this was his chance.
With a dramatic gesture, Missa approached the edge of the stage, her eyes fixed on Philza. The audience followed his gaze, and a murmur of anticipation rippled through the crowd. Everyone knew the history between them, the romance that had blossomed and died so publicly.
‘This song,’ Missa announced, her voice charged with emotion, ’is for someone special. Someone who used to know me better than anyone else.’
Missa rested his gaze on Philza, the blonde tensed, he was sure he could feel Kristin's surprised gaze beside him, looking at Missa as if she'd just solved a puzzle.
Missa wasn't going to lie, he was enjoying it, he was enjoying it a lot, he was wallowing in Philza's discomfort, and he couldn't be happier. When the bridge came, she intentionally moved closer to Philza, an almost macabre smile on her lips.
‘When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night.’ She said walking down to the stalls, ‘With your head in your hands, she's nothing more than your wife’ Missa turned his gaze to Kristin, ‘And when you think about me all of those years ago, You're standing face to face with “I told you so”’ Missa was standing in front of Philza, ‘You know I hate to say it, I told you so, You know I hate to say, but I told you so’ he said in a whisper to Philza.
Philza pursed his lips in annoyance, but could not find the words to respond to the one he thought was the love of his life. His mind swirled between anger, humiliation and something else he couldn't identify, something buried under layers of pride and resentment. But before he could react, Kristin intervened.
‘This isn't just about the competition, is it?’ She told him, looking at him as her best friend almost pityingly. ‘It's about him.’
‘No,’ Philza muttered, ’I'm not going to let him humiliate me, I'm THE Philza Minecraft, a little boy from Karmaland isn't going to make fun of me.’
Kristin frowned, recognising the determination in her friend's voice. ‘Phil, don't do anything rash. Remember why we're here.’
But Philza didn't seem to hear her. With a sudden movement, he turned around and began to push his way through the crowd, heading for the backstage area.
‘Where are you going?’ Kristin asked, raising her voice to make herself heard over the music and the shouts of the crowd.
‘To prepare for my performance,’ Philza replied without turning around. ‘It's time to remind everyone who I am.’
