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Part-2 Mends?

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Indranil POV

Exactly at 11:30 am we entered the hall where the competition was to be held. The drive here was silent, way too eerily silent for anyone's liking, Even My Viti, I suppose, has deciphered the tension that Ojas is emitting, why is he this nervous? During his performances in school, he is usually lax and chill with his friends and Kul. Even in many PTMs teachers would appreciate his ability to be confident even when he had failed in subjects and proudly announced to the world like a lunatic nerd who has topped the country.

WHAT THE FUCK????????? (Updated till here)

The inside environment was not at all what I had anticipated, I had an inkling that this competition was going to be nothing special as after all this was this was being organized by a NGO. Was I wrong? Oh, boy. This is hell serious. Every head turns towards us which is normal but what is not normal is all the biggest and famous singers, composers' presence. One or two singers have been much more appropriate but literally the entire industry.

The stage is entirely professional and as per the singing environment that we see in reality shows, a proper band for instruments has been prepared, people in the orchestra have been there taking their positions, do they know which song the candidates are going to perform? Most probably. The lighting is there, likely to be adjusted to the mood of the song, it is like a concert sort of thing. Looks like only vvips, and vips are given the seats because I can see others are just standing and waiting for it to start. Damn, This is tough and literally nerve-wrecking.

I glance over at Ojas, he is sweating, literally sweat is dripping from his forehead, shoulders stiff, no expressions on his face at all yet too many, he is digging his nails in his palms, a clear sign of his unstable emotions. Although Ethi bhaiya and Kul are beside either side of him, I feel awful. He is so young to be in this tough competition, will he manage? For a change Viti is also not being her goofy self to cheer him up.

Witnessing the scene before me even my hands are going clammy, I concur that Ojas is an splendid singer however he has never been to this hell serious competition.

We are even though in the VVIP area that one of the elders has booked for us and no one can spot us either from here, we certainly can see them.

"All the best, Oj." Kul wishes him as Ojas is on his way to the backstage.

Pecking Viti's head and hugging her, he leaves.

In about an hour, the anchor graces the stage.

"Namaste, ladies and gentlemen......" He keeps rambling on and on. I don't pay attention, My mind is on Ojas. How is he holding up? Is he alright in there?

"How will they hold all the five rounds in a day with so many candidates? Are we sure they would even pay attention to the real talent?" I question no one in particular.

"Not many, just twenty. There were a limited number of applications they had accepted, and even out of those only twenty were selected while others got eliminated in the selection round they had organized last month only." Adik bhai explains. Oh, so now I am aware of where the nervousness of Ojas is coming from.

Later after this peculiar anchoring of this anchor, Performances finally started.

"Ethi bhaiya, we should go down. Oj won't be able to see us, and also how will I record him from here?" Kul vocalizes what I had in my mind ever since we settled in here.

"No, it is unsafe."
"Please. Aksh bhaiya you say something please."

"He is right, meri jaan. With Viti here, We can't go down."