As the excitement in ArtReam Hall reached its peak, Maestro Hawthorne cleared his throat once more. The orchestra's soft ambient chords receded as the presenter looked directly at the audience, his eyes glinting with anticipation.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he declared, his voice rich with gravitas, "the moment has arrived. After an arduous deliberation by the esteemed panel of judges, it is now my profound honor to announce the winner of Song of the Year."
A hush descended over the hall. The air was thick with expectation as Hawthorne reached for the envelope on the podium. Every eye in the room was fixed on him, every ear straining to catch his next words.
He paused, the tension almost tangible. "And the winner is… Moonlight, for 'Perfect'!"
