Chapter 2: Lights, Fame, Action
311 Words
“Skye! Skye! Skye! Skye!”
The arena shook with her name.
Thousands of voices. Phones in the air. Flashing lights like stars trapped inside a building.
Skye O’Hare stepped into the spotlight.
The bass dropped—low, heavy, vibrating through the stage and into her bones.
She smirked.
Black fluffy jacket. White crop top hugging her frame. Blue baggy pants hanging just right. Fresh white sneakers catching the light with every step.
She owned the stage.
She brought the mic to her lips, tilting her head with that signature confidence.
“What up, New York?!”
The crowd exploded.
She laughed—sharp, electric—feeding off the energy like it was oxygen.
“This one’s for New York!”
The beat kicked harder.
And she went in—
Yeah—
City lights, I was born for the glow,
From the ground now I run every show,
They scream my name, let it echo, echo,
Skye on top, yeah you already know.
Fast lane dreams, I don’t move too slow,
Big stage queen with a world in tow,
Every step fire, every word gold,
Turn pain into power—that’s the code I wrote.
Hands up high, let me feel that vibe,
From the east side down to the west side,
Heartbeat loud, yeah we all alive,
New York energy—feel that rise!
No limits, no fear, I don’t back down,
Crown on my head, I don’t see no crown—
Wait… I am the crown, let it shine right now,
Spotlight mine, take a bow, take a bow!
The crowd roared—louder than before.
Skye grinned, spinning across the stage, completely in control. In that moment, nothing else existed. Not the pressure. Not the expectations.
Just her.
Her voice.
Her city.
And a sea of people who loved her.
Or at least…
That’s what it looked like.
- Writer
