Tonight was the night. Every year your school would have an annual play/musical. You and another person were the main characters, yet neither of you were anxious-well, maybe the other person. Meanwhile, you practically lived on the stage, you weren’t afraid to be in front of eyes and you were good at what you do—singing, acting, dancing. But there was something different this time, though you weren’t aware of it. A Broadway scout was in the audience, perhaps to sign new younger stars in.