The college was busy these days. Annual day was approaching, and the campus buzzed with activity like a beehive kicked awake in spring. Students rushed between classrooms and rehearsal halls, carrying costumes, props, and sheets of music. Some dragged large cardboard cutouts while others practiced lines under their breath while walking. Posters decorated the walls in every color imaginable, advertising dance performances, skits, musical acts, and something called a "Talent Fiesta" that no one could quite explain.
Krystal had registered her name for a dance performance. She was practicing every evening, perfecting her moves and choosing her outfit. She was going to be the star of the show. She could already feel the spotlight on her face, the applause in her ears, and the envious glances from other girls. Her costume was red, tight, and sequined. It would catch every light and every eye.
