Soloist Singer Novels & Stories

Jenny and Sophia didn't even have to ask-she could see the sparkle of pleading in their eyes. "Sis, you're the best!" They hugged her tight. "Stay here, Kylie will be back soon anyway. There aren't many people in line." "Yeah, yeah, go on." Chaos erupted as Hazelton shouted again. "Because Sophia is such a big fan of this song and this singer..." He chuckled. "Let's welcome him now!" BOOM! A loud drumbeat pounded through the speakers as a young male soloist stepped onto the stage. "Huaaaaaa!!!" The audience roared. He was the golden boy of the national music scene, his voice always topping the charts.

How can it be? I could feel me within. It was not all superficial. It was deep within. Someone eager to speak with me is found within me. It’s not that I don’t talk to others. But disputes scare him away. Yes, the one within me is scared of loud sounds, harsh noises, disagreements and hurts. I kissed it again as if, who was I else singing for? Why do singers sing to themselves? Why do dancers feel the greatest joy when dancing alone without an audience who claps for them? When they are all alone and happy with every step. Who will guide me in my search of life for me? How can it be that my inner presence will have no role for me?

Adaline gently rubbed Altezza's arm as she noticed him starting to break into a cold sweat. "I'm fine. We'll be heading home soon," Altezza replied, taking another sip of his drink. "Testing, testing, testing," the emcee said from the stage. A somewhat overweight presenter stood in the middle of the stage in a neatly pressed navy suit. "How's our special guest's performance this afternoon?" The applause of the hotel ballroom filled the air. The presenter, a familiar face from private television, turned to the guest of honor. It was a famous male solo singer known for his golden voice and, of course, his hit songs.

The breath caught in my lungs as the singer began the first verse, looking and gesturing in my direction. “Quando sono solo. E sogno all'orizzonte. E mancan le parole” My heart rumbled in my chest like the drums at a samba school. I took another breath when he turned to the other spectators on stage. Gradually people stopped looking at me and I relaxed.

The glamour can be manipulative bit you have to stand your ground. Everything that I have been through has been a lesson and an experience. So here I am, my name is Faris Malik, I am a singer songwriter and soon going on to become the next singing sensation. Well, to start telling you my story, one thing that you should know about me is that I am hella stubborn and at times rude. I don't give a flying fuck if you are not my family or friends. But to be honest I am not that bad. At six foot two inches I stand tall having a well tanned skin, dark brown eyes and dark black hair. With the hours that I am spending in the gym, I can say that it's better than most of what you would have seen. I am

A celebrity slowly walked onto the stage. The crowd erupted in excitement when they saw him, shouting his name. It was Leo Cross, the hottest singer of recent years. Though in his forties, he was good-looking. Combined with his naturally husky voice, his song "One Person Remembering Another" went viral three years ago. "Hello, everyone." Leo smiled as he walked to center stage. "I'm Leo Cross. Today, I'll be performing my breakthrough hit, 'One Person Remembering Another.'"