(KRYSTAL'S POV)
The stadium bursts into life.
Colorful lights flash in every direction, strobing across the sea of faces. The bass hits, vibrating through the soles of my boots, making my chest thump in time with it.
Then fireworks explode.
Blue and gold sparks flare across the night sky, streaking above the audience like shooting stars. My chest tightens from the intensity, the thrill and fear twisting together.
The massive LED screens flicker on, showing Adrianna Jackson's rise from a young singer to a global icon. Clips of red carpets, award shows, world tours, and music videos play.
And then the stadium goes completely dark.
A robotic voice echoes through the speakers.
"London. Are you ready for your Queen?"
The crowd screams like the roof is about to lift off. Phones light up like a galaxy of stars throughout the stadium.
Thousands of voices rise together, chanting her name with excitement.
"ADRIANNA! ADRIANNA! ADRIANNA!"
