[Pinnacle Academy, The Presentation Hall - Main Stage]
After what felt like an eternity of being pestered by Jan and Camila, the hour of the ceremony finally arrived.
The third years were perched in the nosebleed section, a dizzying height even for seasoned concert-goers.
Below them, the second years occupied the middle tier, where I could see a few extras shooting us glares.
I guess not everyone was thrilled to see someone like me sharing a stage with three future heroes.
The first years were packed into the lower section, right below the stage itself. I spotted my classmates from 1-A.
Bazz and Lyra sat together, just like they were supposed to in the original story.
While trying to spot any more notable students, I accidentally made eye contact with Louise, and a shiver ran down my spine.
The guy was giving me a look that could curdle milk.
