"The third prize is shared by Team 12 and 19." The lady announced. The teams shouted out their happiness and went to get their prizes. My inside was burning and I felt I would fall down any minute worried and tensed. I could feel the blood rushing inside me and turning cold. I could feel myself shivering. Someone suddenly held my hand and I turned my head to look to become only more shocked. Mr. H. "You look like you would pass out now. so pale." but I didn't say anything.
"The second prize goes to team 20." The lady said. our heart sank as they announced the results. The teams were all roaring.
"the first prize goes to "Team 6". And I heard nothing else. It was the end. End to everything. No more of passion and no more of values. I sat there slowly trying my best to look ok. All the pressure and tension I felt slowed down to normal.
"and we are sorry to announce that a team was disqualified." The lady went on announcing.
"Team 21 we are sorry you didn't match our category we had to take you out though you all had such caliber." We stood shocked. "How is that possible" I stood up. I went over to the stage and my team members rushed behind me.
"I wanna know what part of the drama made you disqualify us." I got angry. I couldn't control my emotions. The judges stood there not answering a thing. "I want to know. Tell me." I caused a fuss there making everyone staring the situation even the media. "Tell us sir" Amy stood up for me.
"First you did a historical drama" one old man with bald head and white beard spoke.
"But nothing was included in rules about the prohibition of such historical story scripts," I told them back.
"second how can you include a kissing scene and stuff in a drama. It's obscene."
"Didn't you get the feeling of the drama at all? Honestly, man did you not feel our drama at all? The whole auditorium applauded us and you say we included obscenity. Then ask the censor board in our country to not release a single drama or movie." I told him. All stood speechless. I could see the shocked faces and one smiling face among it. Mr. H. the media was capturing everything.
"You old hags you are ruining our lives. This was our one last chance, you morons." Amy shouted. Suddenly Mr. H stood in front of me covering me from the cameras. I looked at him for a short moment and wiped all my tears that moment and turned away. The other guy simply showed his middle finger to everyone in the auditorium and we all walked down straight out of the auditorium. I said goodbye to everyone and excused myself from hanging out in the pub. I walked for a long time to the nearest bus stop for the midnight bus. There was no one there. The night air seemed fresh with the fragrance of jasmine bloomed down the footpaths. The moon seemed to shine brightly. Something I would have enjoyed if my mood was good. The rustling sound of the leaves seemed soothing to the ears as I sat there. All I could feel was myself breaking down into pieces inside. A biased result that has come out has put an end to what I really wanna become. What we all wanted to. Totally useless points made up to disqualify a team that worked hard for a whole day. An end to the dreams that were trying hard to beat everything else. My father's words came true and I heard him again shouting for loosing once and for all. I could hear him asking me to prepare for jobs in MNC's which I do not want to do so. And just for a moment, I wondered what would happen at Mr. Handsome' home since I overheard all their conversation. 'what the hell' I thought and looked in the sky. Literally no stars. 'ha! great' I said inside my head. My red plaid shirt was not enough to keep me from cold. I wrapped my arms around tightly. My faded blue angle grazer jean was not of any help either. 'Why didn't I even think of late nights and boot. What an idiot.' I could feel the chill getting to my feet through my cut shoes.
A white top open Audi sped through the road. "another person with a death wish!" I said feeling extremely upset and bored. I opened my backpack and took out my notes. The ideas I got then and there scribbled down for particular scenes of different stories I wrote and posted online. Little drawings and sketches of characters I imagined how it would look like. List of songs I wrote down I would play as backgrounds. All my dreams and passion that I wrote down for me and for people who read my works. I felt the book heavy and ends of the pages like the edge of a knife sharp enough to take a life away. I looked around for a moment and made sure there was no one. I stood up "Why the hell" and I screamed my lungs out. "why did my dad had to be right and I losing, again. What is so wrong doing what I want for my future. Why? why? why?" I stopped to catch up with my breath, panting. I stood resting my hands on the knees. My throat seemed to have strained from screaming loud. I rubbed my throat and looked up. I jumped out of horror seeing the same top open Audi parked in front of me and a guy standing near the car, his arms folded, silently laughing and watching my drama.