Chapter 2

"What do you mean you got your chance?" Emma asked in her squeaky, scandalous voice on the other end of the line. "I can't believe they're sending you to him!"

Ohana was at home, the night had come and the only company the brunette had was a half"filled glass of wine and her cell phone, which was in her right hand. As she drank, she chatted with her only three friends.

Through the screen, which was divided into three distinct spaces, she could see a young woman with red hair and a face full of freckles, Emma, another with black hair that was tied up in a bad ponytail, Sol, and a final one with colored hair who looked the most youthful of the three, Aysha.

The four women had met in college, as soon as they entered New York University. Their relationship was complex, they pretended to each other that they were best friends, but deep down, they intimately hoped to be the best of the quartet. They all wanted professional success, but not for each other, they wanted to be the best and the most enviable, but that didn't change the influence they had on each other. They were the best listeners and confidants, despite the veiled envy that kept the group together.

"That's right," Ohana confirmed after another sip of wine."She simply looked at me and said, 'Do you have an appointment on Saturday?'" Ohana imitated Lenor's thick voice, feigning a smug expression." I nearly freaked out!

The laughter of the four of them filled the room and, for a moment, they even forgot about the competitiveness that Ohana's opportunity had instigated. Then, with a twinkle in her eye and a blue lock of hair wrapped around her ring finger, Aysha spoke up:

"We could all go together!"

It took the other two by surprise, and they were silent for a moment before confirming the idea with great excitement. A girls' Saturday at a pop artist's concert? What could possibly go wrong?

Ohana didn't know if she felt comfortable with the possibility of the other three being present on her big day, but she knew it wasn't as if anyone else had a chance of stealing her scoop, it was her moment and no one was going to take it away.

"I think it's a great idea! It would be a girls' night out!" she confirmed, taking another long sip of her wine.

"Look, I've been told that he only accepts the prettiest ones" Sol said with a mischievous air. "Do you know what you're going to wear, Nana?"

"Not yet" she shook her head, making the black strands come out of place. "But I think Lenor will take care of it, she sent me to her office early tomorrow morning, so I think she might already have a plan.

"Of course she does, all the tabloids in the state want to hear from him, Lenor wants to get ahead, she's probably already got it all worked out" Emma spoke in a somewhat debauched manner, but she knew that Cochicho magazine and its leader were the best.

"Are you jealous?" Ohana snorted, laughing slightly and seeing the other girl roll her eyes." Your time will come too, girlfriend!

"Fuck you!" Emma retorted, showing her middle finger. "I have to go, unlike that pretty girl, I don't have a beef with my boss!"

"I have to go too, tomorrow starts early! Good night, girls," said Ohana, finishing her wine and listening to her friends respond in chorus before hanging up.

When silence reigned in her home again, she looked around the apartment's small living room and sighed, seeing Pompom, her pet cat, stretch and yawn. She affectionately called him Pompy, and had boarded up all the windows and the balcony leading to the street to keep him indoors, but every now and then he still escaped, she just didn't know where.

"Good night, Pompy," she murmured, walking towards her room and throwing herself on her bed.

While sleep came slowly to Ohana in Manhattan, the night was beginning to boil. Madson Square Garden was packed, people huddled, shouting and jumping anxiously for the main attraction of the evening to come on. Many had waited a long time for that day, stood in huge queues and saved a lot of money to secure their ticket.

Inside the dressing room, the silhouette of the star of the evening was reflected in the mirror. His skin seemed to glow slightly in the light of the room, his chest was bare and defined, which contributed to his sensual and desirable look. You couldn't see his face, but that didn't hide his clear beauty. He was tall, with defined muscles, dark brown hair, high enough to form a few waves that went in different directions, not very well aligned, and eyes that resembled amber.

His name was perfect for him, a deity of music and sensuality, who enchanted everyone with his voice and beauty. He hadn't chosen it at random, he called himself Apollo because he knew what he did to people.

"Apollo, it's time" the male voice resounded through the dressing room, drawing the attention of the man in front of the mirror." There are a lot of people out there.

Apollo laughed, shaking his head, hardly believing that this was really happening, he hadn't imagined it would go this far. He put some necklaces around his neck, accessories from some sponsors, and headed for the exit.

From afar, as he walked towards the stage, he could hear his name in the thousands of voices calling out for him, eager to see him, and Apollo loved it.

He stopped in front of the small staircase and took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment and feeling two taps on his shoulder, probably Lucian, his best friend. Then, when he opened them again, the microphone was placed in his hand and the lights went down, the screams became louder and then ceased.

Then Apollo entered the stage and did what he knew how to do: he sang, he seduced, he allowed himself to be free.

The music seemed synchronized with his body, with his voice. His tone was husky and melodic, sensual in such a way that most of the audience melted at his natural charm. They couldn't see his face, but he knew that his body and his voice were enough, that's what he liked.

While they sang with him and begged for his attention, even for a second, Apollo performed his show as if it were his first and last. His body moved, his hands moved down his chest and, at one point during that crazy night, he even pulled one or two fans onto the stage.

His performance was perfect and everyone knew it, that's why they invested so much in him.

But sometimes he surprised everyone.

This was one of those times.

As the guitar played its solo, the audience went wild when, as his body moved closely to that of a fan, their lips came together in an intense, sensual and completely hot kiss. Her lips were soft, although thin, and tasted deliciously of mint.

Apollo held tightly to the back of her delicate neck, feeling the soft skin moist with sweat, pulling her against him and gluing their bodies together while the audience screamed and jumped to the sound of the guitar solo and the mind-blowing scene on stage.

The girl could hardly breathe and couldn't believe it was happening. The kiss was, without a doubt, the best she'd ever received. It was hot and sensual, making her body burn with desire. She didn't miss the opportunity to take a peek, after all, when would she get that chance again? She kissed him intensely, ran her fingers down his chest and even brushed her knee between his legs, feeling the bulge in his pants and being surprised by the firmness of what she touched. Then, when he pulled away, she was dizzy with arousal.

With perfect timing, Apollo went back to singing, as if this was just a trivial detail in his performance, as if it was no big deal. And indeed it wasn't, just another kiss on the lips, a good kiss, but nothing more.

The show went on and he gave more and more of himself, until the last song ended and he left the stage in a cloud of smoke, leaving the audience begging for more. The sun was almost up and, with it, the need he had to return to his second life.