Hate Love

The night was finally here. We were performing at Madison Square Garden. Tanya had given us an ear full about the 'stunt' we pulled at the Video Music Awards, but upon receiving the rave reviews and praises, she quickly relented and congratulated us on making such a bold choice. Now we were standing in our dressing room getting all final touch ups done for the concert of a lifetime. When it came to our costumes, we had selected the best one from all of our performances and added some new ones.
“I'm so nervous,” Kaylee was shaking as we made our below stage to get on the lifts which is how we would make our entrance. The crowd was rowed up cheering and demanding we come on stage. Our label mates, Fifth Harmony, had opened for us performing some of their original songs and a few of their X-Factor covers. Now it was our time.
“Show time,” Ava announced as the tribal drum beats began.
Ladies!
Although we couldn't see them, we knew from rehearsals that our male dancers were now on stage dancing around. We were opening the show with 'Bow Down'. It was the first girl powered anthem we had ever recorded and was a bonus track on our second album.
This is our time.
This is our moment!
The world belongs to us.
Tell them.
“Bow down,” we sang as the spring lifts jolted us on stage and stood with hard expressions. Our legs were apart, our fist balled, and our heads high. The packed arena cheered loudly. We rolled our shoulders with the beat before sway stepping forward four times. Placing our right leg forward and bending it with our left left stretched behind us and our hand on our hips, we rolled our heads back.
Bow down!
“Ladies listen up. We're making the final cut. If you're not ready then get ready. We're shaking up stuff.” Ava sang as we danced. “Ladies come on it's our time to shine. Gotta move your feet jump to the grind.”
Come on!
“World stars we are. They won't stop us. We've got power.” The four of us sang swaying our hips left to right slowly.
“It's flowing through our veins. It's flowing through our veins. Come on!” Erin sang.
“We are number one in the world. Ladies, sisters, every single girl. We are the ones in control. Who you gonna trust? Tell them bow down to us!” We sang the chorus and danced fiercely. “We are here to make a stand. Sister my sister grab each others' hands. We won't be inferior to any man. Who you gonna trust? Tell them bow down to us!”
“Ladies come on. Feel it in this song. Store it in your heart and let be a part of who you are. You'll never go wrong. You stronger than you realize. It's time to open your eyes.” I sang my part meaning every word. We wrote this with our fans in mind.
“World stars we are. They won't stop us. We've got power.”
“It's so hard to contain. We've got to maintain. Come on!” Kaylee sang. We repeated the chorus and choreography moving into our signature diamond formation.
“Be proud of who you are,” we sang in harmony. “You're a queen. You're a shining star. Don't let them take you down. Float with your feet off the ground!” The tribal drumbeat became dominate once again as we bounced excitedly.
“Say it!” Erin encouraged the crowd.
“BOW DOWN TO US!” They yelled back at us as we moved all over the stage. “BOW DOWN TO US!”
“Come on ladies!” Kaylee added.
“BOW DOWN TO US! BOW DOWN TO US! BOW, BOW DOWN TO US!”
“We are number one in the world. Ladies, sisters, every single girl. We are the ones in control. Who you gonna trust? Tell them bow down to us. We are here to make a stand. Sister, my sister, grab each others' hands. We won't be inferior to any man. Who you gonna trust? Tell them BOW DOWN TO US!” We saluted the crowd and they returned the gesture while cheering at the top of their longs. The girls and I exchanged wide smiles as we prepared for the next song. A sense of success filled all of us. At this moment we were on top of the world.

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Third Person P.O.V
“As if what is being referred to as the best concert ever wasn't enough for her, a month after her messy split with Zayn Malik; Melanie Ortega has snagged music genius. The songstress has been spotted several times with rapper Compton. Sources say that the two have gotten close over the weeks and may have a promising future. We’re all happy to see the lovely young woman filling our lives with smiles and bubbly feelings once again. Long live Celanie!”
Zayn powered off his television angrily as he sat on the couch alone in his home. His nostrils flared as the words continued to play in his head. She had done it. She had moved on and he wasn’t okay with that.

Notes

Yes, there will be a sequel.