The crowd was in an uproar, a storm of voices rising in a unified cry of excitement. It was already clear who the winner of this contest was. But just to affirm it for the spectators, the announcer raised both hands high, commanding the attention of the thousands in attendance.
"Now we'll decide who is the winner of the contest—just yell which you prefer over the other!"
As his voice echoed across the stadium, the audience roared louder, the anticipation crackling in the air like static before a lightning strike.
The announcer pointed toward Nathan first. A section of the crowd erupted in support, their cheers wild and loyal. But the moment he turned and directed his hand toward Melvin, the entire stadium shook with the sound. The roar that came for Melvin was deafening, undeniable. It was not just applause. It was an eruption of approval that made the very foundation tremble.
