Page 180 of Collide
Dancing With Myself
The stage lights gleam down on me as the music swells. The energy in the studio is inspired, a palpable current of anticipation and excitement. Wearing denim shorts and a white top with a sparkly silver jacket, I grip the microphone and let the first notes spill from my lips, my voice weaving a spell over the audience, an acoustic rendition of my first single ‘Ignite.’ The band behind me plays with precision, each note falling perfectly into place as I deliver a performance that is equal parts raw and refined.
The studio audience erupts as I hit the final note, the applause ringing through the room. All I hear is my own heartbeat, the energy of their cheers washing over me. I take it in, grounding myself before I smile and give a slight bow. It has been a long road to this moment, and standing on theRise and Shine Americastage feels like the beginning of something incredible.
As I step off the stage, Lara Spencer greets me warmly, leading me to the plush interview area. “Elena, that was phenomenal! You’ve had such a whirlwind year—returning to the U.S. after being away for so long. I loved watching you onStarstruck Australia.” She touches her hand to her chest inearnest. “Your mom’s cancer battle, winning it all for her, I was in tears every episode. You know, I lost my mom to cancer, too. Your story really struck a chord with me and so many others,” she says, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“Aww, thanks, Lara, that means so much. I’m a big fan of the show. Thank you for having me,” I answer confidently, her sentiment hitting close to home.
“Oh my God, your accent is adorable. Isn’t it adorable?” she gushes playfully to the studio audience, and they erupt in laughter and applause.
I laugh with her, feeling the jitters of nerves fading away.
“So, tell the good people what you’re working on. What can we expect next for you?”
“My sophomore album is set to be released in September. I’m really excited about it, it’s a completely new direction in sound, and I’m working with some incredible producers.”
“I can’t wait to hear it. Be sure to send me an advance copy! You came on the scene and had such resounding success back in Australia—your debut album and award nominations. I see big things for you here!” she exclaims.
I tuck a loose wave of hair behind my ear and smile. “Thanks, Lara. It’s surreal, honestly. I feel incredibly grateful. This is what I’ve always dreamed of, and to have people connect with my music—it’s everything. I put my whole heart into this album, and I hope the fans connect with it as much as my first.”
“I have no doubt it will, Elena. You’re such a talent—your voice, your songs really resonates with people,” Lara says warmly.
I’m touched by her comment, warmth spreading through my chest as a mix of pride and nostalgia washes over me. I think of my mother, of the long nights spent dreaming about moments like this, and how surreal it feels to be here now. I simply nod, placing my hand over my heart in silent gratitude.
Lara pauses, taking a deep breath, before leaning in slightly, her expression turning more serious. “And, of course, you’ve been in the headlines a lot lately. Not just for your music. There’s been quite a bit of buzz about your personal life. How are you handling all of that?”
I smile, keeping my expression poised. My fingers curl around the armrest, a small attempt to steady myself, but I hope to God my face doesn’t show it.
“I focus on the music. People will always talk, but at the end of the day, I’m here because of my art, and that’s where my heart is.” I respond with the well-crafted response Kylie and I worked on in the lead up to this interview.
Lara nods approvingly. “We love a hard-working queen!” The crowd responds with a resounding applause.
“Well, we can’t wait to see what’s next for you! Thank you for being here today.”
As Kylie, Mark, and I head back to the dressing room, Kylie is on her phone checking socials and reading out loud some of the comments coming through.
“One user says…” Her voice is steady and proud.
“Ugh, people are the worst,” Kylie groans.
I roll my eyes, brushing it off. “Let them talk. They always will.”
“I think overall, that was a resounding success,” says Kylie.
“Okay, let’s discuss next steps,” Mark adds.
Once Kylie,Mark, and I wrap up, I head back home to shed my performing persona and slip into my civilian clothes. This afternoon, Philippa has her final bridal fitting before her big day, and I get to try on my bridesmaid dress.
My phone dings with a text from Riley.
Riley
You’re a freaking Queen! So proud!
Another text I missed from earlier—from Broderick.
Broderick
