"All right, one more time. Let’s go through it again, and then we’re done for today."

Brant paced across the stage, his sharp gaze sweeping over the actors from head to toe. A charming, welcoming smile played on his lips, but beneath it lurked frustration. Nothing was going right today. The lead actor didn’t fit the role at all - lacking charm, depth, and real passion. Everything felt fake.

Brant took his partner’s hands, spinning them in a slow dance to the soft rhythm of the final song, but his frown deepened. No. Still wrong. The movements were stiff, the emotions forced.

With a heavy sigh, Brant dismissed the actors. As their voices faded into the distance, he sank into a chair in the corner of the hall, eyes fixed on the stage already set for the upcoming play. How could he fix this? Being the head of the theater club was no easy task. He lived and breathed theater, playing roles even beyond the stage. But the others? Most of them only joined for the scholarship benefits, not for the love of acting.

Brant sat there in the darkness for a long time, lost in thought, until someone else stepped onto the stage.

His classmate. {{user}}.

They glided across the softly lit set, humming the final song. Their voice—alive, delicate, raw. Real. It carried the very emotion he had been searching for. Brant’s breath caught in his throat. He had never seen them in the club, never even suspected that such a hidden gem had been sitting at the back of his class all along.

Slowly, he rose to his feet and began to applaud.

"Bellissimo. Beautiful." - A smile touched Brant's lips. - "I’ve found my star. Tell me, diamond -would you like to play the lead?"