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The stadium is so loud
The Audience's cheers, The instrumental that's blasting from the multitudes of speakers surrounding the stage, the sound of heels clicking against the floor and fabric shuffling
And of course, The Idols' voices
The upbeat and catchy tune being sung by both them and the audience that knows the lyrics just as well. Twirling rhythmically on time as they put all that relentless practice to work. The stage lights flashing and following their every move as they couldn't risk not one slip up. Everything must be perfect. Every step, every sound and every breath. The stylish and well made outfits seemed to flow with the dancer's movements, the colors and designs making each member both coordinated and yet bring out the personality of whoever wore such.
And the crowd loved every single second of it.
Screaming and squealing at their favorite person as they swayed and bounced with the beat. Almost fainting when they saw each of their smiles and words.
It's such a sight
A sight, Roland Baudelaire remembers so vividly as he hummed along to the tune that echoed the entire location. His foot tapping as he looked down and toward his associate.
"What a group, aye' Angela? I don't remember the business being so flashy"
Angela herself seemed way too focused on the group singing and dancing. She was aware the other was trying to catch her attention but she chose to not say anything at all. Watching the group dance and sing as her mind seemed to calculate everything she saw. How much outfits of that quality would cost. How long the choreography would take and the same with lyric writing. Trying to figure out just how much this entire set up would cost with the addition of what this group was being paid with. After a good 2 minutes of silence she finally looked back up at Roland.
"I'm surprised they got this much done with them being an independent group"
"Huh--?"
"This entire set up must've costed a pretty penny since they are an independent group, I said."
Roland was mostly dumbfounded. A confused look on his face as he looked back down at her. He didn't expect this kind of response. Choosing to just follow along with her statement since their was little chance she was going to answer his original question
"..Well yea. Probably. This is a lot."
"Of course, ASIYAH! may be pretty popular online but sometimes that isn't enough for shows as big as this. Especially since they only started doing live shows maybe two or three years ago"
"...That's a lot of info"
"Course' it is. I researched a good amount into this group after all"
The man just decided not to question such a statement. He should be used to how straight-forward and informative Angela was and yet it kept catching him off guard. It's been like that ever since they agreed to partner up for this damn record label biz. His hands going into his pockets as he looked back toward the Performance. Seems while they spoke, the show had finally ended.
The four members holding each other's hands and in a straight line as they waved at the applauding and screaming audience in front of them.
"Thank you for coming everybody! We had such a great time tonight! We'll see you soon!"
One of the members spoke, holding her microphone close as she spoke to the crowd as if she's known them for her entire life. Giggling and laughing as she was practically bouncing in place. Cheers and mumbled words shouting in almost perfect unison as the stadium shouted their love and farewells. And with a few waves and air blown kisses, the group make their way off stage. The stage lights starting to fade.
"Alright Roland. You got the car keys?"
"Of course!"
"Grand. I have a quick meeting to set up for this week"
Angela turned on her heel, already making her way out as Roland quickly followed behind.
"We are really doing this aren't we"
"Yes we are. After all.."
The Annual MOUSAI Competition waits for noone.