Meanwhile, high above the field in the private viewing room, Dean Sanchez stood nervously in front of the large windows that overlooked the entire stadium. His brow was slick with sweat as he fumbled with his phone, trying once again to reach Miss Claire.
The excitement of the event outside seemed to contrast sharply with his anxious mood. Finally, when the call connected, his face lit up with visible relief. 'Yes!' He thought, holding back the urge to scream in joy as he moved away from the viewing window why trying to sound calm, "Uh yes, hello Miss Claire…."
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Down on the field, the stadium was packed with spectators, all buzzing with excitement as the batch of promising students entered for their evaluations. Fans waved banners, and the deafening cheers echoed through the stadium, creating an almost feverish energy. The candidates lined up, each eager to showcase their abilities.
Forgive the lacluster and repetative commentary, wasn't sure how to make intros exciting so just played it safe