""Well, I'm just warning you," the staff member said, his tone light but edged with sincerity. "If the judges see you like that again, they might be disappointed. You've got real potential to win this contest, you know. Don't waste it."
Brando nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Got it. I'll be careful."
The staff member studied him for a moment, then patted his shoulder. "You've worked hard to get here. Don't let small mistakes ruin your chances."
As Brando walked toward the waiting area, the words lingered in his mind. The noise of the other contestants seemed distant; all he could hear was the reminder that this was his moment to prove himself. He drew in a steady breath, straightened his posture, and fixed his eyes on the stage ahead. This wasn't just a contest.it was his shot at something bigger, for his family.
"Alright," Brando replied with a polite smile.
"Good. Now, go mingle with the other contestants. Don't just stick to one person."
