CVI

THE FESTIVAL was the most anticipated event of their university.

A huge number of visitors are expected to attend, and those visitors are not limited to be people who are merely interested in the various booths that are to be set up in the field, but also to the group or individual acts that would be performing on stage later on when the festival is in full swing.

Samuel could barely feel his fingers after practicing for what felt like an eternity. His back was aching as well, and he could feel his legs starting to cramp from sitting too long.

Dwayne seemed to share the same sentiments as the boy as he lets out a loud groan. "My fucking body hurts!"

"So does mine," Edith shoots him an irritated look. "You're not the only one who wants to just lay down and wait for our turn to perform on stage,"

"Can we take a break, at least? Ten minutes?" Ivan suggests after wiping the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead.