Fan Fever

Chapter 13: Spotlight Never Fades

The invite came in bold.

Unexpected.

Massive.

Skye stared at her phone, rereading the message just to be sure.

Host: WrestleMania

She blinked.

Then laughed.

“No way…”

From sold-out arenas… to global award shows… to now one of the biggest entertainment events in the world?

Her world wasn’t just expanding.

It was exploding.

—

“Okay, this is insane,” Skye said, pacing slightly in her studio later that day. “Like actually insane.”

Zara smirked from the couch. “You’re hosting WrestleMania. You don’t get to act surprised anymore.”

Skye shook her head, smiling. “I love this life.”

And she meant it.

At least…

Most of the time.

—

“Alright,” she clapped once, stepping into the booth. “Let’s work.”

The lights dimmed slightly.

The beat dropped.

Smooth.

Vibey.

Confident.

Something you feel in your chest before you even understand it.

Skye closed her eyes for a second…

Then started.

Skye’s Track:

Yeah—

Late nights, city lights, I’ve been on a wave,

No sleep, big dreams, yeah I’m getting paid,

From the ground to the sky, I don’t ever fade,

Every move I make got ‘em watching like a stage.

Slow down—nah, I don’t move like that,

Fast lane living, yeah I’m built like that,

They want the glow but they can’t match that,

I’m the fire in the dark, yeah I spark like that.

Vibe too clean, can’t touch this flow,

Came up strong, now I run this show,

Every step gold, every night sold,

Living too fast but I love this road.

Hands in the air if you feel this sound,

Heartbeat loud when I shut it down,

From my city to the whole world round,

Say my name—hear it shake the ground.

The beat faded.

Silence.

Then—

“Yeah,” Skye said, pulling off the headphones with a grin. “That’s the one.”

Zara nodded. “That’s a hit.”

—

Later that evening…

Her phone buzzed again.

But this time—

It wasn’t unknown.

It was Cardi B.

“Pull up. We celebrating you tonight 🔥”

Skye smirked.

“Say less.”

—

Cardi’s house was exactly what you’d expect.

Loud.

Luxurious.

Alive.

Music filled every corner, bass echoing through marble floors and neon-lit rooms. People laughed, danced, vibed—pure energy.

“SKYE!” Cardi shouted the moment she saw her. “There she is!”

They hugged quickly.

“I heard that track,” Cardi added, eyes wide. “Yeah—you not playing this year.”

Skye laughed. “Never was.”

Drinks were poured.

Music got louder.

The night blurred into movement, lights, and celebration.

For a while—

Everything felt normal again.

Fun.

Free.

—

But across the room…

Someone stood still.

Not dancing.

Not laughing.

Just watching.

His eyes locked onto her.

Unblinking.

Unmoving.

Like he’d been there the whole time.

—

And somehow…

This time—

He was closer.