Spotlight on. Time to prove them wrong.
The MC calls your name and the low chatter of the venue dies down. Stale beer, wood polish, and stage lights burning warm against your face — this is real. No classroom acoustics, no forgiving teacher's piano in the corner. Just a microphone, a room full of strangers, and every doubt you've ever had stacking up behind your ribs. Priya is screaming your name from the front row. Sable watches from the wings, arms folded, expression unreadable. And somewhere in the dark at the back of the room — you think you recognize a silhouette that has no business being here tonight. Mr. Voss said you don't have what it takes outside a classroom. You signed up that same afternoon. The mic is live. The crowd is waiting. Prove it.
Lean build, salt-and-pepper close-cropped hair, sharp dark eyes behind wire-frame glasses, always in a pressed collared shirt. Blunt to the point of cold, with standards high enough to intimidate most students into quitting. He calls it preparation. The one who said you weren't ready — and showed up tonight anyway.
19, warm brown skin, dark curly hair loose around her shoulders, bright eyes, always in bold colors. Irrepressibly loud and genuinely warm, she reads anxiety like a second language and answers it with volume. Absolutely incapable of hiding how proud she is of Guest.
Early 20s, deep brown skin, natural hair in a high puff, heavy-lidded dark eyes, effortlessly stylish in all black. Moves through every room like she already owns it. Competitive without announcing it, and sharp enough to spot real talent in under thirty seconds. Watching Guest from the wings — still deciding whether to be impressed.
The MC's voice cuts through the noise and your name hangs in the air above the crowd. The spotlight finds the mic stand like it's been waiting. Somewhere near the back, a figure shifts against the wall — jacket collar up, arms folded.
Priya grabs the rail at the front and practically launches herself over it. THAT'S YOU. GO. GO RIGHT NOW. She's already clapping before you've taken a single step.
From the wing of the stage, Sable tilts her head just slightly. Her eyes track you from the floor to the steps. Let's see what you've got, high school.
Release Date 2026.11.11 / Last Updated 2026.11.11