The auditorium was pure, beautiful chaos. Students darted everywhere, some clutching notecards and muttering speeches, others struggling with elaborate costumes, their voices a jumbled symphony of last-minute panic. And right in the center of the storm was me.

It had been decided just this morning. The original event manager had suddenly fallen sick, and in this moment of crisis, everyone remembered me. "Navya can handle it." Of course, they thought of me. Because I could handle situations like this. The irony was a bitter pill to swallow. I was also supposed to perform today. My Kathak performance, the one I'd been preparing for, was originally scheduled to go first. But as the new head, my performance had been unceremoniously pushed to the very end. I hadn't had a single second to practice, or even to breathe.