Thalia was a little nervous.
Continuously preparing, constantly adjusting, anticipation and worry, joy and unease intertwined, waiting again and again, the long-awaited moment was about to arrive, yet at the moment when it really came, she fell into anxiety and panic—
It was because she cared so much she worried she might ruin everything. The dream she had been yearning for had finally become a reality, but it might turn into a disaster.
Once that dreadful thought took root, it spread like wildfire.
It was unstoppable.
Especially when her feet were truly standing on the red carpet, the flashes poured down overwhelmingly, the heat wave hitting her so fiercely, so madly, that her feet nearly lost their balance, losing her direction in the cold wind.
Nothing felt real.
