LETS GET THE PARTY STARTED!
Andre's fingers pressed against his earpiece, his voice low but clear.
"We're in place. Our people have commandeered the lighting control room. Sound systems are online."
There was a pause, then Brandon's voice crackled through the headset.
"On Cue."
Just then, the grand ballroom plunged into darkness, an inky void swallowing the glittering chandeliers and opulent decor.
Gasps and whispers rippled through the crowd, a wave of confusion and anticipation.
Suddenly, the roar of engines shattered the silence.
"Vrrooom… Vrrooommm…"
The unmistakable growl of hypercars reverberated through the room, growing louder and more intense.
The audience's reaction was a mix of startled yelps and excited murmurs, heads swiveling toward the entrance of the grand ballroom to pinpoint the source.
As the engines roared to life, the familiar hip-hop beat that had been cut off earlier pulsed through the air once more.
This time, the instrumental erupted with an impossibly loud and immersive force, blasting from the high-end surround sound speakers Andre and his production team had strategically placed around the ballroom.
The rhythm filled the space, its bass vibrating through the floor and into the bones of every person present.
It thrummed in their chests, making hearts skip beats and breath catch in throats.
At the judges' table, Gerald Sinclair's head whipped around, his eyes wide with disbelief. He turned to Jong-kook, who looked equally baffled.
They scanned the room frantically, trying to understand what had happened to their carefully laid plans.
Then, Brandon's voice, autotuned and ethereal, echoed in the darkness.
"They've tried bribing the judges,"
"They've tried cutting off our sound,"
"But our revolution won't be stopped!"
"NOW LETS GET THE PARTY STARTED!"
The BMG staff, positioned along the perimeter and flanking the wide walkway in the center of the ballroom, simultaneously ignited sparklers. Their jackets, emblazoned with large BMG logos, reflected the dancing light.
The sparklers created a dazzling pathway of light, leading from the entrance straight to the stage.
The grand ballroom erupted with energy as the roar of engines grew louder.
Suddenly, a procession of convertible hypercars burst through the entrance, their sleek bodies gleaming under the sparkler light.
Brandon stood tall in the lead car, his iced-out grill, chain and "13" pendant catching the light with each movement.
Behind him, his friends and BMG executives filled the other convertibles, creating a spectacle that drew gasps and cheers from the crowd.
As the cars inched forward, Brandon's voice boomed through the speakers:
"Count up the bands stickin' up
No rubber band is big enough"
On cue, BMG staff scattered throughout the ballroom raised their arms, money shooters in hand. With a thunderous pop, a storm of dollar bills exploded into the air.
The crowd's reaction was instant and electric.
"WOOO~!!!"
Hands shot up, grasping at the floating bills. Cheers and excited shouts mingled with the music as people jumped and danced, caught up in the spectacle.
Brandon's performance was magnetic.
He moved with the rhythm, his body swaying slightly with the motion of the car.
"Chain's so heavy, can't pick it up
Came with the gang, a myriad"
Brandon's free hand went to his neck, fingers brushing against the massive diamond-encrusted chain that hung there.
The "13" pendant glinted under the spotlights, catching everyone's eye as he flexed.
Behind him, Elise, Devon, Pierre and Jessie stood in their own hypercar, bobbing to the beat and hyping up the crowd. The audience was going wild, their earlier frustration forgotten in the face of this outrageous display.
"WOHOOO!!"
"THIS IS EPIC!"
"AHHH~! 13!!!"
As the cars crawled closer to the stage, the energy in the room reached a fever pitch.
Brandon's autotuned voice boomed through the cheers of the hyped up crowd :
"I seen your whip, hilarious
Where is my roof? Mysterious
My whip from Fast & Furious
Curtains with yellow interior"
The audience erupted into a frenzy of movement, bodies swaying and bouncing to the infectious beat.
Arms waved in the air, catching the floating bills as they descended like confetti.
The energy was electric, pulsing through the crowd like a living thing.
In the cars following Brandon, his friends were a whirlwind of excitement.
Pierre stood up, his designer suit glittering under the lights as he pumped his fist to the rhythm.
Devon, was fully immersed in the moment, his hands cupped around his mouth as he shouted encouragement to the crowd.
"GET YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!!!"
Joyce, her hair whipping around her face, danced with wild abandon, her laughter barely audible over the music.
Bailey, eyes sparkling with mischief, leaned out of the car, high-fiving the outstretched hands of the audience.
Brandon's voice cut through the chaos, autotuned and powerful:
"I get the commas, period
Covered in ice, Regalia"
At the mention of Regalia, Elise's head snapped towards Brandon, her eyes wide with surprise.
Brandon turned, catching her gaze.
He pointed directly at her, throwing her a wink that was both playful and proud. It was a shout-out to her brand, clear as day.
"I'm at the top of the pyramid
Bitch, I'm a star, I'm Sirius"
As he delivered these lines, Brandon's hand swept up, gesturing grandly towards Gerald. His eyes locked with Gerald's, challenge evident in every movement.
"We came to play, are you serious?"
With a fluid motion, Brandon hopped out of the convertible, landing on his feet with effortless grace.
He continued his performance, swagger oozing from every step as he made his way towards the stage. His iced-out grill caught the light with each word, adding to the spectacle.
Behind him, the BMG staff began to converge, moving in sync with the beat.
They formed a living, breathing backdrop to Brandon's performance, their presence amplifying the impact of his words.
"Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the BMG crew"