'You can do this,' Asher told himself, repeating it over and over again. 'You can… not now.'
Asher lowered his eyes, overwhelmed by the stress he had been going through and almost everything. He felt like he would collapse at any moment, but he kept telling himself not to mess things up. He couldn't mess anything up, especially when he was already walking on thin eyes.
Making a mistake that could lead to the impossible suffocated him. He felt like exploding.
"Go, Asher!"
Suddenly, from the crowd, Asher heard this faint voice echoing in the venue hall. He raised his head and searched for the owner of the voice. Despite the dimness in the audience, he caught some light sticks with his name and face twinkling like Christmas lights.
