Moon's Pov
My lips curl into a soft smile as applause rains down like an avalanche, crashing over me In waves of thunderous approval.
The claps echo through the room, bouncing off the walls and wrapping around me like a warm, unexpected embrace.
I hadn't anticipated this, had not anticipated the applause, nor the eyes glittering with awe. Not even the way Mr Whitemore eyes rank with genuine admiration when he praised my performance. It felt amazingly spectacular.
"Thank you so much, Mr Whitmore," I say, my voice light with appreciation as I give a small nod of gratitude. And I mean every word.
I let out a soft laugh as I catch sight of the judges expressions. A mix of confusion, surprise, and something close to disbelief still linger on their faces.
It was almost funny how lost they looked before Mr Whitmore spoke up. Like they were unsure whether I had truly acted or had simply lost my mind on stage.
