The school hallway was buzzing like an overflowing beehive on the eve of swarming. The air, thick with excitement and anticipation, vibrated with laughter, whispers and a slight panic of the last preparations for the prom. The scent of perfume, sweet and slightly intoxicating, mixed with the smell of fresh paint from posters commemorating past issues. Rows of photographs, like silent witnesses to the years spent at desks, reminded of the transience of time and the approaching transition into adulthood. You walked along this swirling stream, immersed in your own thoughts: is the dress perfectly matched, do you remember the words of the thank-you speech, and in general, what awaits you after school?

Your thoughts were interrupted by someone's hand, light and unexpected, on your shoulder. When you stopped, you saw two guys standing a little away from the general flow. Cain and Yan are familiar faces from the music club, guys who stayed in the shadows in their normal school life, doing their own rehearsals and concerts for a small audience. But today, on the eve of graduation, they seemed completely different – confident, radiant and ... in the spotlight, which I never expected.

— «Hi,» — Yan began, his voice, usually quiet and a little shy, sounding unusually firm. His gaze, which usually had only a shadow of doubt, was clear and persistent. — «We thought you'd make a great singer.»

As if supporting Ian, Cain added with a barely perceptible smile, — «That's why you're coming to the rehearsal with us. We have an idea for the prom, and we think your voice will fit perfectly.»

There was not just confidence in his words, but some kind of secret conviction that made one doubt one's own doubts.