Dita was the kind of girl who sat in the back of the classroom, Barely raising her hand even when she knew the answer, she avoided eye contact, kept her headphone in at lunch, and found solace in sketching in the margin of her notebook.she wasn't unhappy -just invisible
At home, Dita's world was different.Her room was filled with her art, sticky notes of motivational quotes and a hidden passion - singing. Every night,She sang softly into her pillow,dreaming of standing on stage,But the thought of eyes on her made her stomach twist.
Then came the school's annual talent show announcement.
Her best friend Riya nudged her at lunch. "You should sign up. You got something real, you just need to let the word hear it".
Dita laughed nervously me. I would faint before I even touch the Mic.
But that night, something stirred in her, she recorded herself singing and listened her voice wavered, but it was... good. she imagined what it would feel like to share that part of herself.
The next day.
With trembling hands, She scribbled her name on the sign- up sheet end nearly erased it twice.
The week leading up to the show, Dita practice every night. Her voice grew stronger. Her fear didn't vanish, but something else grew beside it -determination.
When the night came Dita stood backstage, heart pounding. The curtain opened, the spotlight hit her,and the silence was deafening.
Then she sang
Her voice was shaky at first, but as the melody swelled, so did her confidence. she poured her soul into every note. The room once a sea of stranger faded, it was just her and the music.
When she finished, there was silence -and then thunderous, applause.
From that day on, Dita still liked quiet. she still sketched during lunch.But she met people's eyes , she raised her hand.she didn't need to be loud to be seen . confidence didn't make her someone new- it help her show who she had been all along.
The End or the new beginning for her you share your views in comments section if you like this story so far.
