A Promise Across Time [Completed]

The Sweet Symphony of Triumph (1967)

3 September 1967
SWEDEN

***FRIDA

The competition was over, but I had known the result even before it started. It was one of the perks of being from the future and having a brain that worked like Google. As I stood in the crowded auditorium, my heart fluttered with anticipation, but my mind was already racing ahead, envisioning the accolades that would soon be showered upon Frida.

Grandma Arntine, seated next to me, was practically bouncing in her seat, her eyes sparkling with pride. She had always been Frida's biggest supporter, and today was no exception. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement, the audience waiting in eager anticipation for the winners to be announced.

When the moment finally arrived, it was no surprise when Frida's name echoed through the speakers, met with an explosion of cheers and applause. "I knew it!" I whispered under my breath, feeling a rush of joy for her. She had poured her heart into her performance, and now the world would see what I had known all along.

As Frida stepped forward to accept her prize, a shimmering trophy that glinted under the stage lights, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. She looked radiant, her hair cascading in soft waves and her outfit a stunning reflection of her personality—colorful yet elegant. "Incredible," I muttered to myself, watching her every move as if she were the only person in the room.

She took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and gazed out at the audience. "Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing clear and bright. "This means the world to me!"

But it wasn't just the trophy that would make waves; I knew there was more to come. The announcement of her win would lead to appearances on national television, giving her exposure to a wider audience than she had ever dreamed of. It was all so exhilarating, and I could see the potential in her eyes, the dreams she had yet to chase.

As she took her bow, the crowd erupted in applause, and I felt a mixture of emotions bubbling within me—joy, pride, and an overwhelming sense of protectiveness. Frida had a gift, one that I had seen blossom over the past two years, and now she was on the brink of something monumental.

After the competition concluded and the audience began to disperse, Grandma Arntine leaned over to me, her voice laced with excitement. "Did you see her up there? She was magnificent! I'm so proud of our girl!"

I nodded, my heart swelling at her words. "She truly was. This is just the beginning for her."

Grandma's eyes sparkled with hope. "Do you think she'll be famous one day?"

"Absolutely," I replied, the confidence in my voice surprising even myself. "With her talent and determination, she'll go far. I just hope she's ready for it."

As we made our way through the crowd, people stopped us to congratulate Grandma and share their admiration for Frida. Each compliment filled the air like confetti, showering us with a sense of pride and accomplishment. I could see the gears turning in Grandma's mind, imagining all the possibilities that lay ahead for Frida.