SuperStar!

This chapter is dedicated to Lucifer_2807 who i want to thank so much for him giving me my first ever gift on this site( promised him 5 chapters would post them soon you all should help me thank him)

Ethan stood backstage, his heartbeat syncing with the thunderous chants of the crowd beyond the curtain. The floor beneath him seemed to tremble as the voices merged into a unified roar. Peeking through a small gap, he caught sight of the packed arena—80,000 fans waving their hands, holding signs, and glowing phone flashlights dotting the sea of humanity like stars in a night sky. His breath hitched as the sheer magnitude of it all sank in.

"Wow," he muttered, his voice barely audible above the din. "They're... much."

Beside him, Jessica, ever the realist, smirked knowingly. "Told you so. Are you sure you're going to be okay out there?"

Before Ethan could respond, Bill, casually finishing a flossing session like it was just another Tuesday, interjected with a grin. "Hey, Jess, chill. I get you're nervous and all, but don't spook the guy. Let the man breathe."

Ethan chuckled, shaking off the creeping jitters. He turned to Jessica, his eyes lighting up with an unexpected confidence. "Don't worry about me. I don't know why, but I feel... so incredibly good today. Hearing them shout my name—it's electric. I just know this is going to be a great show. Just watch."

As if on cue, the house lights dimmed, casting the arena into darkness. A hush of anticipation fell over the crowd, quickly replaced by an eruption of cheers as the spotlight flickered to life. Ethan took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage.

The singular beam of light followed him, illuminating his figure as he walked to the mic stand. He paused, glancing around as his eyes adjusted to the view: an ocean of faces stretched endlessly, with shimmering patches of light where fans had their phones raised. The magnitude of the moment was almost overwhelming, but it also fueled him. He grinned, gripping the microphone tightly.

"L.A.," he called, his voice booming through the speakers. "Are you ready to party?"

The response was deafening. A tidal wave of screams and cheers swept over him, rattling the rafters and vibrating through the floor. For a split second, he was caught off guard by the sheer volume, but that surprise quickly turned to exhilaration. 

"L.A., today I am going to—" Ethan began, his voice confident and smooth. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something unusual in the crowd. His words faltered as he blurted out a comment that immediately made him cringe. The crowd erupted into laughter, their collective amusement filling the arena.

Ethan forced a dry laugh, his cheeks burning under the stage lights. "Well," he said, trying to recover, "I'm glad you're having fun." He turned back to the crowd, his voice regaining its charm. "L.A., today I'm going to perform a brand-new song—one that hasn't even been released yet—to celebrate the start of this One of a kind tour!"

The announcement sent a shockwave through the arena, with the audience breaking into excited screams that echoed like thunder. Ethan raised a hand, as if to calm them down enough to speak again, but their enthusiasm only grew louder, each cheer cascading over the next like an unstoppable wave.

He froze for a moment, stunned by the sheer intensity of the response. His heart raced, but it wasn't nerves—it was adrenaline, pure and exhilarating. He brought the mic back to his lips. "I am in love with this, L.A.!" he said, grinning ear to ear. "Originally, I planned to only sing one new song, one Close to Me for the end. But you know what? This energy deserves a reward i am going to sing another unreleased song now."

The crowd's reaction was deafening, their screams somehow growing even louder. Ethan held up a hand again, laughing as he stepped back toward the band. He leaned in, his voice low and away from the mic. "Hey, let's start with Sugar. Then we'll get back to the schedule." The band members exchanged quick nods, ready to adjust on the fly.

Ethan turned back toward the crowd, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "L.A., this is my new song. It's called Sugar! Let's go!"

The lights dimmed slightly, a single spotlight illuminating Ethan as the opening guitar riff filled the arena. A rhythmic, sweet melody echoed through the massive speakers. Ethan closed his eyes for a moment, letting the beat wash over him, his body swaying to the rhythm. Then he brought the mic to his lips, his voice melting into the music.

🎵 "I'm hurting, baby, I'm broken down,

I need your loving, loving, I need it now." 🎵

His voice was smooth and soulful, yet charged with energy, each word dripping with emotion. The crowd erupted again, cheering wildly as they hung on every lyric. Ethan opened his eyes, his gaze scanning the sea of fans waving their arms in unison, their phone flashlights dancing like fireflies in the darkened arena.

🎵 "When I'm without you, I'm something weak,

You got me begging, begging, I'm on my knees." 🎵

Ethan's voice soared effortlessly through the chorus, blending perfectly with the guitar and drums as the stage lights flared to life. He couldn't help but smile, his body moving to the rhythm as he reached out toward the audience.

🎵 "Sugar, yes, please,

Won't you come and put it down on me?" 🎵

Ethan's voice carried effortlessly through the arena, the infectious melody wrapping around the crowd. Although they didn't know the lyrics, their excitement was tangible. Some fans swayed to the rhythm, while others clapped along with the beat. Phone flashlights waved in the air, creating a mesmerizing sea of light.

"Let me hear you make some noise, L.A.!" Ethan shouted mid-performance, raising his free hand to pump up the crowd. They responded with thunderous cheers, their energy fueling him as he delivered the chorus with even more power.

🎵 "When I'm without you, so insecure,

You are the one thing, one thing I'm living for..." 🎵

Ethan moved across the stage, his energy electrifying. As the beat swelled into the pre-chorus, he stepped forward toward the edge of the platform, where the fans were pressed against the barricade, reaching up toward him. He crouched slightly, letting the intensity of the moment guide him.

🎵 "I want that red velvet, I want that sugar sweet..." 🎵

His eyes scanned the crowd until they locked onto one girl in the front row. She froze, her hand over her mouth in disbelief, her wide eyes staring back at him. Ethan's voice shifted, dipping lower and softer, the rasp in his tone laced with undeniable allure.

🎵 "Don't let nobody touch it unless that somebody's me..." 🎵

He leaned closer, as if the line were meant only for her, the intimacy of his delivery making her feel like she was the only person in the entire arena. Her face flushed, and tears brimmed in her eyes as she clutched her phone tightly, capturing the surreal moment.

🎵 "I gotta be a man, there ain't no other way..." 🎵

Ethan smiled, tilting his head slightly as he held her gaze for a moment longer, drawing her completely into his world. The lights around the stage dimmed, leaving only the golden spotlight on him, amplifying the intensity of the connection. The rest of the arena seemed to hold its breath.

Then, with a flick of his wrist and a sudden spin, he turned away from her, the tempo of the song building back up. He stood tall at center stage, his voice rising with the return of the hook.

🎵 "Sugar! Yes, please,

Won't you come and put it down on me?" 🎵

The lights exploded back on, bathing the entire stage in vibrant color. Ethan raised his arms wide, his voice soaring above the roar of the crowd. Fans screamed louder than ever, the energy in the arena reaching a fever pitch as Ethan owned the stage, captivating every single person in the room.

The girl in the front row was left stunned, her hands trembling as she lowered her phone, her heart racing. She had been singled out, even for a moment, by the star on stage—and it felt like magic.