Dylan stood in the corner of an empty basketball court, the ball in his hands. The sun was setting on the horizon, casting the city in a golden glow. He loved this quiet moment before the night fell, when anything still seemed possible. He didn't need anyone, just the music in his ears and the rhythm in his legs. The ball bounced with near-perfect precision every time he shot it toward the hoop, but he knew that wouldn't be enough. Talent alone wouldn't make him a star. But he believed it, strongly. He could feel that one day, his dream would come true.

"One day, I'll be there," he murmured to himself, as if linking that thought to the vastness of the world above him.

A few steps away, his best friend, Thomas, was watching the scene. Arms crossed, a mischievous smile on his face. Thomas wasn't the kind to make promises. His thing was music. Guitar, songwriting, lyrics that told stories everyone wanted to hear. Thomas was the one who knew the music industry was made up of sacrifices, broken dreams, and moments of glory. But he also knew that if they stuck together, nothing could stop them.

"Do you still think you can make it pro with that?" Thomas teased gently, but he knew Dylan had that spark. They'd known each other for years, and Dylan had never stopped chasing his dreams with that same determined look.

Dylan shrugged. "I know I can. All I need is my chance."

Beside him, Jasper, the third member of the trio, was practicing acrobatic dance moves. He was quieter, more thoughtful, but just as passionate. If Dylan had raw energy and Thomas had creativity, Jasper had balance. He was the one who gave structure to the chaos of their dreams. But behind his graceful moves, there was a certain melancholy, a doubt even he couldn't ignore. He knew the road ahead would be full of obstacles. But he remained loyal to his friends, because together, they were something stronger than their individual dreams.

"You see, Thomas," Jasper said with a shy smile, finishing a backflip, "if you want to beat me, you'll need more than just a guitar."

Thomas shot him a playful look. "I'll show you what I can do with some lyrics."

The trio laughed, a moment of carefreeness before the real world would catch up to them. That night, they weren't celebrities yet. They weren't famous, not yet rich. But they knew, deep down, that their moment would come. They had the talent. They had the friendship. And that was enough to believe in the impossible.

Elsewhere in the city, eyes were already turning toward them. People were watching, waiting for them to step through that door. It was only a matter of time. But for now, they had their dreams, their friends, and the certainty that nothing could tear them apart.

The wind blew gently across the court, and Dylan stood up, tossing the ball one last time before turning to his friends. "We're ready, guys. One day, we'll be there. All three of us."

The others nodded, convinced that their destiny, however uncertain, would bring them together again, under the spotlight.