Chapter 12

Sweats were trickling down the face of the woman on the stage. The concentration was evident on her posture as she played the stringed instrument in her hands.

The crowd on the other hand was going bored. Aside from the first five participants , the others who followed were making their eyes tears in yawning.

Utopia tamed her beating heart as she was the next performer. She was still indecisive of what would she performed in front of these too many people. Her inner introvert self was clawing in every corner of her body as big globules of sweat were wetting the backside of the their tournament attire.

'Am going to dance?? Am I to paint?! Oh my bloody god! What should I do!!?' She cried inside her head. 

She had pushed the idea of readying her routine for the last few days. Utopia thought of those days and could not help but knock her head in disdain.

'Its too late now to regret being lazy!' She murmured. Procrastination was one of her inner ta