Metal studs in Tristan's jacket shone brightly under the stage spotlights. Loud applause drowned out the echo of the host's words.
Tristan walked onto the stage like a Greek god descending from Olympus. But not a god of gentle beauty or arts—today, he was a Hephaestus, the smith of metal and maker of rock!
The presentation alone was impressive, and the audience, already warmed up by the first two contestants, perked up in interest.
But this was just the beginning.
Tristan had rehearsed this piece a lot for this day. Hours and hours, since he wanted to make sure it would be executed perfectly.
"I'm very glad to see you all tonight, Los Angeles… Since it means that I've won the previous round. And now, I'm going to do my best to win this one… 'By the Right of Might'!"
