(Author’s Note: I wouldn’t really say highly respected rather than highly known, but this scene is my character winning a major singing contest!)

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The crowed roared at the sound of her name being spoken on the microphone. Eririca, on the other hand, was nervous about the amount of people at the ceremony. She hadn’t even thought about the possibility of being the one to win this thing.

“Me?”

“Yes, you! Come on up!”

Before she could protest saying she heard others sing far better than her, she was pushed right onto the stage. The bad part about all this? She hadn’t practiced her speech whatsoever, in thinking someone else would have won.

“Uh… hello..!”

The audience roared again. Someone threw a letter at her, which she would make into her speech.

“Oh, look what we have here!” Eririca then began to speak the letter out loud. “‘Dear Eririca, I’m a bit nervous about telling you this, but I think I like you.’ Well, boy, too bad, cause it’s clear everyone else in the audience likes me too!” Everyone laughed at her remark.

“Okay, settle down, settle down, let me finish it. ‘Your performance that night was enough to make me see you in my dreams every night. I can almost imagine myself softly brushing your black, silky hair.’ Is this guy trying to be romantic to a rising singer or a hopeless romantic?”

Laughs.

In the mic, she said, “Well, not saying that I’m not both, but…”

And yet another roar from the audience.

“Sorry to turn you down, buddy, but I don’t really wanna finish this letter, so whoever this is owned to, you can come pick it up from the floor,” Eririca said while tossing the letter down to the floor.

“Any other gifts for me?”

She got absolutely buried in stuff people could find in the back of their pockets.

“God damn! I asked for, like, a Starbucks gift card or something, not a…” she leaned to the floor, “…Asian American school program? You saying I’m dumb?” Come up here, bitch! I’ll show you!”

More laughs.

“Let’s see what else people gave me… Okay, now just WHY would you throw a soda up here if it’s gonna just explode in my face? I swear you guys hate me or something. An all about love book? You fucking menaces! I know what love is, you don’t have to teach me the basics, I just need to _experience _it!”

More laughs.

“And—“

Someone came on stage. “Sorry, ma’am, but your time for the acceptance speech is over.”

“Who says I need to leave? Everyone in the audience wants me here, right?”

They all cheered for Eririca, even threw stuff at the poor employee who was just doing his job.

“Yeah, shoo shoo, peasant! Never underestimate my territory ever again! Now, let me drink this soda— AW SHIT, IT GOT ON MY SHIRT!”

More roars.

“Okay, guys, sorry, but I think I may ACTUALLY have to go, cause there is no fucking way I’m cleaning all this up…”

Eririca grabbed all her gifts, grabbed what was left of the soda, drank it, and left the stage.