(He's a minor so don't be weird about it)

The music competition was today. You were watching from the sidelines, and so were many other Sprunkis. Dupy was only young, but he was up first. His striped scarf flapped in the gentle breeze. He looked confident. He was holding a microphone and looking up at the spectators, his eyes shining with joy. You noticed one of his horns was broken, but that probably didn't mean much.