The Dark Singer

Voices… People shouting, “Say yes!” Now your soul is mine... Amira Lekini, also known as Alaya, is an R&B and pop musician. “Right now, I’m off to my concert in Dubai,” she said. “I’m not really famous, but I have a strong fanbase, so yes—that counts.” Alaya arrived at her hotel and went straight to her dressing room to continue her livestream. “Hey guys, it’s your girl Alaya. As you can see, I’ve settled into my hotel room.” She scrolled through the chat messages on the livestream. “Lily0192,” she read aloud, “what kind of question is that? I’m never gonna join the Illuminati—and that’s final!” Knock knock. “Guys, I have to go now, but I’ll be back later,” she said, ending the stream. “Who’s there?” Alaya called out. “It’s me, Rhea.” “Come in.” Rhea opened the door slowly and stepped inside. “Alaya, it’s time for your concert, and you’re not even dressed!” “Well, my makeup’s done. Besides, what’s the rush?” “Did you just say ‘what’s the rush’? Girl, you have 2.5 million fans out there waiting for you!” Alaya’s eyes widened. “Wait—did you just say 2.5 million?!” “Yes, I did.” “But... how did that happen?” “Your songs ‘Traitor’ and ‘Company’ went viral. They’re currently number one on three major platforms—Spotify, Apple Music, and Shazam.” Alaya screamed in excitement. “But—but how?!” “Maybe it’s just luck,” Rhea replied with a smile, hugging her. “Alaya, get dressed. You’ve got a long night ahead.” Rhea left the room to give her time. Sixteen minutes later... Alaya was escorted to the stage. “Calm down and let your voice flow, okay?” Rhea told her. “Okay. Wish me luck,” Alaya said, stepping onto the stage. As soon as she appeared, the crowd erupted in screams. “I love you, Alaya!” “Alaya, can I get your number?!” She walked to the microphone and began singing some of her hit songs. After the concert, she took selfies with some of her biggest fans. Then she ran straight to Rhea. Upon seeing her, Alaya broke down in tears. Rhea hugged her tightly. “Hey, it’s okay,” Rhea said. “I know this is a big deal. You’re supposed to be celebrating—not crying.” “These are tears of joy,” Alaya said, wiping her face. “I figured as much,” Rhea smiled. “Well, I’ve stopped crying now. Let’s go party!” Rhea rolled her eyes and smirked. “Wait, one more thing. I have a surprise for you.” “A surprise?” “You know I’m the best manager and best friend...” “Just get to the point!” “Alright, alright—calm down. While your concert was going on, I signed a contract. Adele, H.E.R., and Ariana Grande all want to collaborate with you.” Suddenly, Alaya fainted. Rhea quickly called the bodyguards to carry her to her room. Some time later... Alaya slowly opened her eyes. “Rhea, I had the strangest dream ever.” “Girl, get yourself together—that wasn’t a dream.” “OH MY SONGS!!” Alaya screamed. “Go get dressed. We’re going out to celebrate.” “Um, Rhea… can you do something for me?” “Yeah? What is it?” “Can you order chicken nuggets, fries, and Rocky Road ice cream? Thanks.” Rhea chuckled and left the room to place the order. Meanwhile, Alaya drifted off to sleep. “Amira Lekini, also known as Alaya, pledge your soul to me. I’m the reason you’re famous. Come to me—be my bride. We shall have children. Your body, soul, and mind are mine.” Alaya jolted awake and ran straight to the bathroom to wash her face. “What a strange dream…” she whispered. But as she looked up at the mirror, she saw a tall black man with curly hair holding her waist, whispering: “Your body is mine.” Alaya screamed and ran out of the bathroom, breathing heavily.