The sound of glass shards falling to the ground rang through the auditorium
Some swallowed their saliva with an audible gulp. Then there was nothing except an awkward silence.
Nobody dared to make a sound as their gaze was focused on the theater's stage and the tiny ring.
Did Michael's arrow actually pass through the metal ring and cut through the curtain before hitting the clock, or were they hallucinating?
It had to be a dream!
Everyone was shocked to the core. They had always assumed Michael to be a good for nothing…or so they thought. Everything they knew about Michael seemed like a big lie, and it made them feel miserable.
How was it possible that this loser was more talented than them?! Wasn't he just a loser? How could that be?
