บท 320: The Taste Of Victory, Part 3

The crowd was crowdy.

The food was foody.

And the music was… music-y. 

Being frank, there are little ways I could go about to accurately encapsulate the experience it was being the constant focus of the limelight. There were just so many things being thrown my way, like a lime pie of activities to the face over and over again… and each one had a thicker layer of cream, keeping me from ever seeing straight.

One moment I could be seated around a round table with a good few dozen starstruck gazes huddled close to me, breaths all bated, clinging onto my every word as I recounted my captivating tale from total zero to absolute zero.