The air was sharp that morning — like it knew something big was about to happen.
The final stage of the competition was here.
A hall packed with hopefuls. Judges behind long tables. Cameras in corners. A countdown clock ticking softly on the wall.
It wasn't just an exam this time — it was a presentation, a test of mind and character, of confidence and clarity.
And I was next.
I stood outside the hall, pacing quietly, nerves buzzing in my chest like static.
Tope stood by the stairs, watching me. Calm. Like always.
She walked up, slipped her hand into mine, and smiled.
"You're shaking," she said.
I chuckled nervously. "I don't know if I can do this."
She looked me straight in the eye. "The magic is in you. Don't you get it? It's always been there."
I swallowed. "But what if I forget everything? What if I freeze?"
"You won't," she said. "Because this isn't about being perfect. It's about being real. Speak from your heart. Speak like you're telling your story — not just answering questions."
I nodded slowly, still unsure.
Then she did something unexpected.
She pulled out her phone… and called me.
I raised an eyebrow. "Why are you calling me?"
She grinned. "Pick up."
I answered. "Hello?"
She spoke softly into her own phone, standing just inches away.
"In case you forget everything… just remember this voice."
"Remember who believed in you first."
"You're not alone in that room. I'll be right there — even if I'm silent."
I blinked away tears.
The announcer called my name.
I looked at Tope one more time. She gave me a small, confident nod.
I walked into the hall, my heart still racing — but no longer afraid.
Because no matter what happened next… I knew the magic wasn't in the trophy.
It was in me.