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The Unexpected Talent Show

It started with a flyer. A simple, innocent flyer that everyone ignored at first—except for Julian. Of course.

"Talent Show!" Julian exclaimed, holding the flyer like it was a golden ticket. "This is it, everyone. Our moment to shine."

Luca raised an eyebrow. "You're not seriously thinking of signing up, are you?"

"Of course I am!" Julian declared dramatically, tossing their hair back with flair. "This is the stage I was born for. I'll be performing a solo rendition of Hamlet. It'll be genius."

Milo, always the voice of reason, looked skeptical. "Are you sure Hamlet is the best choice for a talent show? It's a little... heavy, don't you think?"

"Nonsense!" Julian retorted. "What better way to demonstrate my acting chops than by playing a tortured Danish prince in front of the entire school?"

Lila, who had been quietly watching, finally spoke up. "What if... we did something fun? You know, something we all could participate in."

The MC quickly scribbled:

"Like a group dance?"

Lila's eyes lit up. "Exactly! A flash mob. A surprise performance. Everyone loves a good flash mob."

Luca snorted. "I'm in, but only if I get to wear sunglasses and pretend I'm too cool for it."

The MC, catching the excitement, jotted down:

"We're going to be terrible, but I'm in."

The plan was set. They had a week to prepare, which seemed like plenty of time—until they actually started practicing.

The first rehearsal was... chaotic, to say the least.

Julian took center stage, of course, attempting to teach everyone the "choreography." Which mostly involved random jazz hands, spinning, and a lot of dramatic poses.

Luca, after several failed attempts to follow the moves, muttered, "This is not a dance. This is a tragedy."

Milo, ever the scientist, was trying to calculate the exact angle to twist their body to make the moves look less ridiculous. "If we analyze this mathematically," they said, "the angle of the arm should be precisely 45 degrees to maintain balance."

Lila, ever patient, was trying to keep everyone motivated. "Come on, guys! It's just for fun. Let's give it our best shot!"

The MC quickly wrote:

"We're all going to need so many band-aids."

The day of the talent show arrived, and somehow—against all odds—their little flash mob came together. The stage was set, the lights were bright, and the music began.

And for a brief, shining moment, they were all in sync. The crowd cheered, Julian struck a dramatic pose, Luca threw in an impromptu dance move that no one else was prepared for, and Milo was calculating the perfect pirouette, even though they had no idea what they were doing.

It was a disaster.

But it was the best kind of disaster. Everyone laughed, the crowd cheered louder, and even the teacher who was in charge of the event gave them an unenthusiastic round of applause.

After the performance, Luca turned to Julian. "You know, that was... weirdly fun."

"Of course it was," Julian said, grinning. "When you have the talent and the drama, anything can be a performance."

The MC, who had been silently observing the chaos, quickly scribbled in their notebook:

"This is why I love them."