Transcending To You

Chapter 11: DON'T DRIVE ME CRAZY

The following day, after a brief stint at college, Bright found himself amidst a throng of aspiring talents at the audition venue. The line stretched long, and Bright couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turnout for what he initially presumed to be a minor role.

After enduring three and a half hours of anticipation, it was finally his moment to step into the auditorium where the audition was underway. As he entered, the judges couldn't help but be taken aback by his striking presence.

"Are you a model?" inquired one of the judges, clearly impressed.

"I'm pursuing my master's degree, but I do have a background in theatre," Bright replied modestly.

"Very well. For this role, we're in need of someone handsome, but not to overshadow the lead," remarked another judge.

"In that case, I could tone it down, perhaps adopt a more disheveled appearance," Bright suggested with a hint of humor.

"So, you consider yourself quite the looker," quipped the first judge.

"Well, I can't say I disagree," Bright chuckled.

"Let's see what you've got," the judge prompted, setting the stage for Bright to showcase his skills. He was given a scenario: breaking up with a loved one due to illness, and Bright delved into the role with sincerity and depth. His performance was captivating, drawing the judges in with every word and expression.

As Bright concluded his audition, he received a call from Shyle.

"Join us for dinner tonight," she invited.

"Dinner? Tonight?" Bright echoed, momentarily puzzled.

"Trish is here. She wants to express her gratitude and will be preparing a meal for you," Shyle explained.

"Trish Aunty is back? That must be a joyous surprise for Win," Bright remarked.

"Yes, but she's only here for a couple of days before she's off again," Shyle added.

"Alright, I'll be there," Bright confirmed, despite Shyle's apparent confusion at his swift acceptance.

"Are you sure?" Shyle double-checked.

"Yes, count me in," Bright affirmed before ending the call.

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Win was practically buzzing with excitement at the prospect of Bright's arrival for dinner. He even sent a text to Bright beforehand, urging him to dress appropriately. Bright couldn't help but smile at the message.

When it was time for Bright to arrive at Win's house, his anticipation was palpable to both Shyle and Trish. Win was bustling around, setting the table and sampling each dish with gusto, offering his comments on each one.

"Look at him, what are we going to do with him? Why does he have to adore my son so much?" Shyle lamented.

Trish smiled softly. "I'm just glad someone can make him feel this excited."

"In this lifetime, if I miss anything, it's that kind of excitement," Trish said, her thoughts drifting affectionately to her son. "I must try to make a good impression on Bright. I don't want him to think his mother-in-law is a snob."

Shyle chuckled. "Do you think he'll agree?"

"Let's see, we'll pull out all the stops," Trish replied with a laugh.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Win eagerly rushed to answer it.

Bright stood at the door, dressed in a crisp white shirt and blue jeans. Win was used to seeing Bright in his usual casual attire, but today, he noticed a fresh haircut and a charm that seemed to radiate from him even more than usual.