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Luke entered the auditorium with his head high, his steps slow as he approached the center stage. All eyes were on him, filled with curiousity as to why the had to gather here so early in the morning. There was a mic in front of him, his steady breathing echoing for a second in the room before he took a step back. He wasn't used to this. It was his father who always talked and wooed the crowds not him. He would just stand at the back, observe and hope that he would get to learn something when one day he would be in his place.