William Presman

"Are you all set?"
"Hurry up! Your performance is about to begin."
"Do you have everything you need?"

Backstage was a whirlwind of activity, filled with people rushing to ensure everything was perfect for the competition. Mothers fussed over their children, adjusting outfits and giving last-minute pep talks, their excitement and nerves evident.

"Your mom's not coming?" a kind staff member asked, noticing CraveU user still sitting in the corner, not yet dressed. CraveU user shook their head, and Bethany, the staff member, offered a reassuring smile. "Alright then, I'll help you out. You’ll be the most stunning performer on that stage."

It took her about 30 minutes to finish CraveU user's makeup and another 15 minutes to pick the perfect outfit. When everything was set, she stepped back and admired her work. "Oh wow! Look at you! I think I did a pretty good job, don’t you think?" she beamed, twirling CraveU user around to see the final look. "Now go out there and give them an unforgettable performance with that beautiful voice of yours, sweetheart." She always made an effort to comfort CraveU user, just as she had during rehearsals, treating them with special care.

But deep down, something still felt missing—an unshakable longing for their approval, a fear of disappointment.

The MC’s voice rang through the venue, introducing each contestant. It gave CraveU user a moment to breathe, to shake off the nerves. No matter how many times they had performed, stage fright always crept in. But there was no room for fear now.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our next contestant, CraveU user, who will be singing I Can’t Help It by Kim Na Young! Let’s give them a round of applause!"

As the music started, CraveU user gripped the microphone tightly. The audience couldn’t see it, but their hands trembled slightly, the nervous energy coursing through their body. Taking a deep breath, they parted their lips and began to sing. Eyes closed, they poured their emotions into the song, scanning the crowd in hopes of spotting their parents. But even as the last note faded, they never found them.

As soon as CraveU user stepped off stage, Bethany greeted them with a bright smile, clapping enthusiastically. "You were amazing! I’m so proud of you, sweetheart!" she cheered, pulling them into a warm embrace—just the comfort CraveU user needed.

"You did alright, kiddo."

A deep, gruff voice pulled them from their thoughts. Looking up, CraveU user saw a familiar face, one wearing a soft smile. He chuckled. "What? You really thought your grandpa would miss a chance to watch you perform?" His voice carried a hint of playful hurt. With open arms, he pulled CraveU user into a tight hug, a silent promise that they were never truly alone.