(Y/N)'s POV
Wait lemme throwback some memories.
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.Today is the day, where I can shine. Where I can prove that I'm useful. Where I can prove that I have a talent.
I stood behind the curtains, waiting for my name to be called. Why am I the last contestant?
I sighed as I looked at the note in my hand, scanning every word of it.
The note sender joined the competition too?
Probably, because I had that kind of feeling. But who? I already looked at every contestant and I had no clue at all.
Oh, and yeah. There's a contestant who stole my attention. He played the piano perfectly, and I stared at him quietly. He was so focused but at the end, we made an eye contact.
Fuck my beating heart.
" (Y/N) ! Your turn "
My gosh, I inhaled some air and shoved the note which gave me some courage into my pocket.
Please, let me shine.