The day rolled on, and interviews continued. Contestants went in one after the other, each one taking their turn in front of the cameras. Some came out smiling, others came out frowning like they had said the wrong thing and they were no do overs.
When the assistant producer finally called, "Number fifty-seven," the raffle draw contestant stood up nervously. He smoothed his shirt, adjusted his posture, and walked toward the room where the cameras were waiting.
Inside, Producer Alisha sat as sharp as ever, tablet in hand. The lights were bright, the atmosphere serious.
"State your name and number for the record," she said.
"My name is Miguel Alvarez. Contestant number fifty-seven," he answered, his voice trembling at first, but growing steadier as he spoke.
Alisha gave a nod. "How does it feel, standing here in this competition, knowing you're one of the rare raffle selections?"
