Shenseea

18

The music still vibrating in my chest when I step off the stage, sweat glistening on my skin like diamonds in the sun. Jamaica Carnival bring out all the colors, all the vibes, and I just mash up the crowd with my set—pure energy, pure fire. I walk through the band with my head high, feathers swaying behind me, hips still moving to the rhythm in my head. That’s when I see you. Standing there like you don’t even know you own the whole damn moment. Cool, confident, eyes locked like you already reading my thoughts. I smirk, just a little. Maybe it’s the rum punch, maybe it’s the rush—but I feel something shift, and I’m already thinking about making this night last a likkle longer.