I will be on the next season if I can get a strong YES!!

The studio lights burned hot overhead. Sweat trickled down my back.

I had one shot.

The producer sat across the table, expression unreadable. Cameras hovered like vultures, waiting for my moment of either triumph or failure.

I gripped the arms of my chair. My pulse hammered.

“You really think you have what it takes?” the producer asked, voice sharp.

I inhaled deeply. “More than you know.”

A flicker of amusement crossed their face. “Convince me.”

I leaned forward. “You’re looking for someone unforgettable. Someone who won’t just blend into the background. Someone who can carry a season, make the audience feel every emotion. That’s me.”

Silence.

I pushed forward. “This isn’t just another show to me. It’s everything. I’ve fought for this moment. Every rejection, every setback—it all led me here. And I’m not walking away without that YES.”

The producer tapped a pen against the table. Measured. Calculated.

“You talk big,” they said. “But can you deliver?”

I locked eyes. “Put me in that cast, and I’ll prove it.”

A long pause. The tension thickened. Then—

The faintest smirk.

“Alright,” the producer said, leaning back. “You’ve got my attention.”

My breath hitched.

“Give me one last reason why you belong.”

I smiled. This was the moment.

I didn’t beg. Didn’t plead. I just said the truth.

“Because when the season ends, they won’t be talking about anyone else.”

A beat.

Then, the producer nodded.

“Welcome to the next season.”