Many hours after recording the tiresome— but excitingly— music video...
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"Okay, how's this?" one of the members asked, revealing an array of clothes.
"Wow, that's... so, nice!" a gleeful smile across her cheek as she glanced at each one, trying to find what suits her the most.
"Yo, check this out, you'd seriously rock wearing this!" said a male one, handing it to her.
"S-sure, I'll... be right back..."
A couple minutes later...
"So hey... how do I look?"
"Sheesh!! I told you'd rock that lo- wait, when did you get your hair fixed?" asked a girl.
"Oh, I did some makeup on my way here. Now then, let's go?"
Zlata had been preparing for this hours ago ever since she agreed to do the music video, and as she stood backstage at the concert venue in Korea, her heart raced with anticipation. The venue was buzzing with excitement, the audience's murmurs and laughter filling the air, the fans shouting and already happy to see their beloved Warlord-now turned idol.
She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts and adjusting her outfit, making sure that she looks good, even if she already does by everyone's standards.
As the time approached for her entrance, Zlata's bodyguards checked on her, offering words of encouragement.
"You can do this, Madame!" they cheered, bringing Zlata more than just a smile.
The backstage crew signaled that it was time to move, opening the slight entry through the large curtains. She gingerly stepped out onto the darkened stage with brightened up hopes, bathed in the soft glow of spotlight blinding her, with the audience erupted in applause, their cheers echoing through the venue.
Zlata began her performance with an exciting and energetic song, her voice syncing through the instruments accompanying. Her rich, velvety tones filled the air, melodies dancing as each viewer were vibing, filming it live on every platform: Facebook, Twitch, Twitter, YouTube, and even Reddit of all places.
Midway throughout, Zlata's energy reached a crescendo as she invited the some of the selected front audience to join her on stage to sing and dance along. The excited showed on each of their faces made her heart be touched. As she hymned her angelic voice, the audience were left spellbound, with a standing ovation following afterwards as they return back to their seats.
As the evening continued, Zlata delivered hit after hit, pouring her heart and soul into every note. The connection between the brand new idol and her audience was palpable, with the crowd swaying, dancing, and singing along to her infectious melodies. Her new bandmates matched the energy, and the chemistry on stage was evident, enough to be visible throughput the songs.
It was the grand finale... And this one was a performance that they'd remember. While there were chaos happening all over the world, a single voice sings to those who need it.
Without even the flowing of tears,
Without leaving even a trace of the days you spent here,
It was goodbye.
In the morning I welcomed by myself,
The sound of someone that rings.
In the room the two of us spent together,
I was thinking with my eyes closed.
Who’s fault is it?
I don’t know.
It’s no one’s fault.
Probably.
Even those back in Russia and the many countries she took over with kindness, were watching and broadcasting it, as if to tell the other Warlords a message so easy to read even a kindergarten would understand.
No matter how many times, I’m sure,
Yes, no matter how many years pass, I’m sure,
It’s just that we ended, together with a goodbye.
I’m sure there is no other way.
‘Welcome home,’
These words which dropped out without thinking,
They sure are wrong.
The audience, now a sea of light from their glowing smartphones, joined her in a heartfelt chorus. Tears of joy starts to fill Zlata as she finishes the song with a smile, amazed by the sheer amount of people watching. It was like a dream... No, more than just that.
As the final notes of the concert rang out, Zlata and her band took a bow, the audience roaring in appreciation, as some even teared up as their sadness faded away thanks her songs.
It had been an unforgettable night, for sure. And she had transcended the borders of understanding and brought all sorts of people together via the universal language of music.
Backstage, after the concert, Zlata was surrounded by her team and bodyguards, overwhelmed with a sense of accomplishment and joy, enjoying a group hug as they laughed. Zlata closed her eyes, and knew that this night would be etched in her memory forever, and the echoes of her performance would reverberate through the hearts of every soul watching her.
Soon, the venue slowly closed and became lifeless as the viewers left happy and ready for the world.