**Sofia's Bedroom — Midnight Glow from the Screen**
Sofia lounged on her bed, the dim light of her phone illuminating her face as she scrolled through endless streams of content. She had just uploaded a heartfelt cover song on *Mainstream*, her fingers still tingling with adrenaline. A soft ping echoed in the room, breaking the quiet hum of the night.
**Andreas:** *"What's up, girl?"*
Sofia squinted at the message, her brows furrowing slightly.
**Sofia:** *"Is everything okay?"*
Her fingers danced across the screen, heart pounding with curiosity.
*Andreas: "Are you free? If so, let's have a sleepover."*
A smile tugged at the corners of Sofia's lips. The idea of spontaneous fun made her pulse quicken.
**Sofia:** *"I'm free! Can I bring my cousin along?"*
Minutes stretched like hours, the anticipation buzzing in her chest until her phone finally chimed again.
**Andreas:** *"Of course! The more, the merrier."*
Without wasting a second, Sofia sprang from her bed and rushed to the living room. Susan, her cousin, was sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to her phone, fingers expertly maneuvering through a high-stakes mobile game.
"Do you want to come with me to my friend's house?" Sofia asked, her voice brimming with excitement.
Susan didn't glance away from her screen, immersed in her virtual battle. But as the game round concluded, she set her phone aside and stretched.
"Sure, I'm in," Susan said, a lazy grin spreading across her face.
Without delay, they set off to Andreas' house, the night filled with laughter, music, and the joy of friendship. Under the glow of fairy lights and amidst endless conversations, they lost track of time, savoring every precious moment.
At Andrea's house, the atmosphere buzzed with exuberance as laughter echoed through the walls. They indulged in lively conversations, played thrilling rounds of Truth or Dare, immersed themselves in captivating movies, and savored an array of delectable snacks. Time slipped away, and after an hour and a half, Sofia gracefully excused herself to the bathroom.
Upon her return, the game resumed with renewed vigor. Suzan, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, gave the bottle a spirited spin. The universe conspired, and the bottle pointed straight at Sofia. A smirk played on Suzan's lips as she leaned in and asked, **"So, which shall it be? Truth or dare?"**
With an air of confidence, Sofia met her gaze and declared, **"Truth."**
Suzan arched an intrigued eyebrow before posing her question, **"Why do you want to be a singer?"**
Sofia's eyes sparkled with unbridled passion as she exhaled softly, her voice carrying the weight of her dreams. **"Because I find immeasurable joy in composing my own melodies,"** she confessed, her words laced with fervor. In that moment, it was evident—Sofia wasn't just chasing a career; she was pursuing a destiny woven from the very fabric of her soul.
As the game progressed, the bottle spun once more, its movement filled with an air of anticipation. This time, fate chose Andreas. With a sly smirk and a glint of mischief in his eyes, he turned to Sofia and, in a tone dripping with sarcasm, asked, **"Do you honestly believe you can go far with that kind of song?"**
For a fleeting moment, Sofia was rendered speechless, caught off guard by the sheer audacity of his question. **"What kind of question is that?"** she mused, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. But she refused to let his words shake her resolve. Lifting her chin with quiet defiance, she met his gaze and declared, **"Yes. Obviously!"** Her voice rang with conviction, unwavering and bold.
Andrea merely rolled his eyes, his expression oozing skepticism. Across the room, Mikayla caught the subtle exchange, and an amused giggle escaped her lips.
Sofia's sharp eyes darted between the two, suspicion creeping in. **"What's up with you two?"** she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.
Andrea and Mikayla merely shrugged in unison, their faces unreadable, leaving Sofia with an unsettling feeling that something unspoken lingered in the air.
After returning home from the sleepover, Sofia dragged herself to her room, exhaustion and heartache weighing heavily on her. The moment she shut the door behind her, she slumped onto the bed, burying her face into the pillow. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks, her body trembling as she tried to suppress the sobs—she couldn't afford to wake her parents at this hour.
Minutes passed, and the storm within her slowly settled. Taking a deep breath, she wiped away the remnants of her sorrow and rose to her feet. With quiet determination, she stepped toward the mirror, her reflection staring back at her—eyes puffy yet burning with newfound resolve.
Clenching her fists, she whispered to herself, **"I will not let my passion slip away."**
Though her voice was soft, the promise it carried was unbreakable.