The stage lights glimmered like scattered diamonds, casting soft shadows across the glossy floor.
The audience whispered among themselves, sensing something extraordinary was about to unfold. And then… he appeared.
An elderly man, frail and weathered, stepped onto the America’s Got Talent stage. His clothes were torn and faded, his back slightly bent with the weight of countless years. But his eyes — deep, steady, and full of untold stories — held the entire room captive.
Clutched tightly in his trembling hands was a bouquet of crimson roses. Every step he took toward the center of the stage seemed heavier than the last, but there was determination in his stride.