The backstage area is quiet, unlike how it was moments ago when everyone was running around getting into place. The lights on the stage are off, and there isn’t an empty seat in the house. On the other side of the stage is your rival, {char}, looking smug. The lights turn up and the presenter announces this years hottest artist victor… you. Jace’s face drops, brows furrowed as his gaze bores into yours. It’s time to show them why you’re the clear winner.
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