Brandon's performance reached new heights as the BMG staff gathered behind him, forming a living, breathing backdrop.
Their synchronized movements amplified the energy of his performance, creating a visual spectacle that matched the intensity of his music.
"Sit up, ball, I just forgot where I was
Pour it up, throw it up, sit up, woah"
Brandon's voice, autotuned and powerful, echoed through the ballroom.
His body moved with fluid grace, each gesture precise and calculated for maximum impact.
The iced-out grill flashed with every word, adding to the mesmerizing effect of his performance.
As he rapped, Brandon's eyes locked onto Gerald Sinclair once again. A smirk played on his lips as he delivered his next lines, his tone dripping with challenge and mockery.
"Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up"
With each phrase, Brandon's movements became more aggressive, his body language exuding confidence and defiance.
Gerald's face contorted with rage, his complexion turning a deep shade of red. Veins bulged at his temples as he clenched his fists, barely containing his fury. His eyes, wide with indignation, never left Brandon's face.
Unfazed by Gerald's reaction, Brandon continued, his voice growing more intense with each line:
"Came with a wig splitter
I got John Wick hitters
I'm a go-get-getter"
Brandon's hand shot out, fingers forming a gun shape aimed directly at Gerald. The gesture was unmistakable, a clear taunt that sent ripples of shock through the audience.
The beat suddenly broke, leaving a moment of baseless instrumentals that floated in the air. Brandon's voice softened, taking on a more melodious tone as he crooned:
"Uhh... Yeah~"
His eyes swept across the audience, a knowing smile playing on his lips. With a graceful gesture, Brandon motioned to the BMG staff behind him, stepping back to give them the spotlight.
Brandon's voice flowed smoothly:
"Came with the army, army, army, yeah~
The people 'round me still the same
We just wanna party, party, party, yeah~
We rowdy and won't never change"
As the last word left his lips, the beat dropped dramatically.
In that split second, Bailey, Joyce, Pierre, and several BMG staff members whipped out champagne bottles from seemingly nowhere.
With practiced precision, they shook the bottles vigorously and popped them open simultaneously.
A shower of sparkling champagne erupted, raining down on the audience.
"YEAAAHH!~~~"
"WOHOOO!!!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement reaching fever pitch as the cool mist hit their skin.
The unexpected deluge electrified the atmosphere, transforming the already energetic ballroom into a frenzy of joy and celebration.
Brandon seized the moment, launching into the chorus with renewed vigor.
He jumped up and down, his energy infectious as the BMG staff behind him mirrored his movements. The crowd, now drizzled in champagne and exhilarated, bounced along with him, their voices joining his in a thunderous chant:
"Count up the bands stickin' up
No rubber band is big enough
Chain is so heavy, can't pick it up
Came with the gang, a myriad"
The ballroom pulsed with energy, a sea of moving bodies all in sync with Brandon's rhythm.
"I seen your whip, hilarious
Where is my roof? Mysterious
My whip from Fast & Furious
Curtains with yellow interior"
The line between performer and audience blurred as the entire room became one with the music, riding the wave of Brandon's unstoppable performance.
Brandon's voice resonated through the ballroom as he continued his performance, each word dripping with confidence and swagger.
"I get the commas, period
Covered in ice, Regalia
I'm at the top of the pyramid
Bitch, I'm a star, I'm Sirius
We came to play, are you serious?"
As he finished the verse, Brandon stepped back, allowing the entourage of BMG staff to take center stage. The crowd, still buzzing from the champagne shower and the infectious energy of the performance, took up the chorus with gusto.
"Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the BMG crew"
The chant echoed through the ballroom, a thunderous declaration of unity and support for Brandon and BMG. The audience's voices melded into one, creating a wall of sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building.
As the chorus faded, the beat dropped away, leaving only Brandon's silky, autotuned voice floating in the air.
"What you gon' do~? I'ma pull up with the crew~
When I'm off the juice, I like to hang out the roof~"
Brandon's hand moved to his neck, drawing attention to the iced-out chain that glittered under the spotlights. He flashed a grin, his diamond grills catching the light as he sang:
"I'm rockin' jewels, I like when the diamonds, they move~
I just go through, I do not wait in the queue~"
"Baby, baby, pinky, Brady, Brady
AP navy, navy, chain like two Mercedes"
With a fluid motion, Brandon's arm swept out, gesturing towards his friends dancing behind him.
"I'll come when they pay me, Joyce Dev and Fatty
Crew go crazy, crazy, kick it, Elise Bailey "
As Brandon's voice softened into the melodious part of the song, the energy in the room shifted. The frenzied excitement gave way to a mesmerizing trance, with Brandon at its center.
"Came with the army, army, army, yeah
The people 'round me still the same
We just wanna party, party, party, yeah
We rowdy and won't never change"
As Brandon's performance reached its peak, Elise and Jessie found themselves swept up in the energy, dancing behind him amongst the BMG staff with unbridled enthusiasm.
Their eyes sparkled with admiration as they watched Brandon command the stage.
Elise's heart raced, her thoughts a whirlwind of pride and desire.
'He's incredible. The way he moves, the way he sings... It's like he was born for this.'
She felt a surge of warmth in her chest, realizing how much she's fallen for him.
Jessie, usually composed and professional, couldn't help but be caught up in Brandon's charisma.
'This is what a true star looks like,' she thought, her body moving instinctively to the beat.
'Oh gosh~ He's so hot !'
From the wing of the stage, Eleanor peeked out, unable to tear her eyes away from Brandon's performance.
She had intended to stay hidden, but found herself drawn to the edge of the curtain, stealing glances at the electrifying show.
'Oh my,'
Eleanor thought, her cheeks flushing.
'He's... magnificent.'
She felt a flutter in her stomach, a mix of admiration and something more.
'I've never seen anyone perform like this before. It's so different from classical music, but... it's beautiful in its own way.'
As Brandon's voice soared through the chorus, Eleanor found herself swaying slightly to the rhythm.
'I wonder what it would be like to sing with him…' she mused, her imagination running wild.
The three women, each in their own way, were captivated by Brandon's performance. His charisma, his talent, and his sheer presence on stage had them all under his spell, their hearts beating in time with the music.