The numbers above them were blaring in movement, constantly changing and shifting. Representing the number of votes received for whomever the aliens judged fared better in the performance.

  Yellow, for the girl who was all yellow- Literally, from her hair to her eyes to the clothes she bore. A strong, striking yellow that stood out greatly against the dark contrast of the stage. Dressed in blacks and greys, her opponent compliemented the stage perfectly. Maybe that’s was his fatale mistake. As he, like everyone else, was just a part of the decore as the girl in yellow was the center piece of light everyone’s eyes always fell upon.

  The yellow voting sign soared, indicating the girl in yellows being favored by the audience.

  As they sang their final notes, the girl in yellow’s voice controlled and effortless, while the boy’s panicked and hurried. The votes becoming even more biased as the boy, in a last ditch attempt to win, tried to over power the girl in yellow. Straining his vocal chords to the point of becoming hoarse and frayed.

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  The boy feel down to his knees, clutching his throbbing throat as if it had personally betrayed him when he needed it most. Which, to be honest it kinda did.

  As the votes were rallied, and like expected in overwhelming favor of the girl in yellow.

  The boy begged, but nothing but a defeated whimper came out that was immediately quieted by a gunshot through his head.

  The girl in yellow didnt even flinch.

  The lights soared, illuminating the dark stage in cold artificial light. Cascading down in liquid form, making all the bombing voices of applause blend together into one big explosion of sound. Crowning the girl in yellow, known rarely as her formal namn… the one the crowd were currently shouting- no screaming in a religious fevor!

  Dionne.