“Our next performance is a solo dance called 'Dawn' from Aurora High School. Let's give them a round of applause!”
The host finished the announcement, but instead of applause, the audience erupted in murmurs.
“Aurora High School? Which one is that? Is there even a school by that name in Eclara City?”
“Oh, you know, that little private school next to Eclara High. It’s tiny and rundown, and they’ve never produced anything noteworthy. It's normal not to have heard of them.”
“What kind of decent performance could come from a school like that?”
“Can we just skip to the next one?” someone complained loudly. “After watching the amazing Yolanda’s professional routine, everything else is just going to be boring.”
What followed was a sea of indifference. People were chatting, playing on their phones, and some were even eating, showing a complete lack of respect for the person on stage.
“Fuck!” Qadir clenched his fists, unable to hold back a curse.
Since when did going to a private school make you second-class? Just wait, he thought. Once Queenie gets into Eclara City University, these snobby bastards will be green with envy.
“Here she comes, here she comes!” Dolce whispered excitedly as the lights dimmed.
Juniper finally exited her game, putting down her phone to watch the stage.
The music began. Queenie walked out slowly, her body hunched as she stood under a solitary beam of light.
“What the hell is she wearing?” a student from Eclara High snickered upon seeing her drab, worn-out dress. “The standards for getting on this stage are really low. Anyone can get in.”
“What is she doing? Can she just start dancing already?”
“You have to admit, the kids from Aurora High have guts, performing right after the goddess Yolanda.”

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