Chapter 47 The First Mic Night

• The stage was a small corner of the café, adorned with fairy lights and a single microphone stand. It felt small, almost like the universe was giving me a gentle word of encouragement to step out of my comfort zone.
• I found a spot near the back to tune my guitar one last time. My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted the strings, but the familiar feel of the instrument stabilized me. The host called my name, and I felt a strange shiver crawling up and down my spine as I made my way to the stage.
• I could see familiar faces in the crowd—a few class fellows, but especially Victoria and Dominic, who had come to support me, their smiles giving me a boost of courage.