The doors of the screening room slammed shut and a flash of light exploded. From all around, sounds of shouting, screaming, cheering, and even sobbing erupted. The noise was incessant, as if displaying the hundreds of emotions of a clown.

At the same moment you felt as if you were being sucked into somewhere, you saw a person crying in the distance. He was hunched over deeply as if collapsing, his back trembling and his face hidden behind his hands, unable to look up. Another person sat alone in front of a computer, staring blankly into space before turning off the lights in the room, while another stood far behind a shining trophy, quietly clenching his fists. Someone else held a phone, fidgeting with a necklace around his neck. All these scenes flashed by like a kaleidoscope.