Life is full of uncertainties, yet there's one thing that Gianna considers certain: she is nervous as she will be the next to perform on the stage.

She already expected it, but she didn't know how nervous she would be. Overwhelmed by her actions—the profuse sweating of her body, the erratic thumping of her heart, and her mindless pacing back and forth—she cannot help but feel helpless at every second. She will perform a solo contemporary dance for her university's annual talent show in front of approximately 3,000 people for the first time, so she has every reason to fret.

It doesn't help the fact that she recalls her mother successfully convincing her to join the talent show, despite her unwillingness, with the help of her notorious art of guilt-tripping.

"Ugh! That would be the last time she can persuade me to do what she wants," the words violently escape from Gianna's dry throat as she keeps pacing and tugging the fabric of her dress.

"But this is what you also want, right?" a voice suddenly echoes within her mind."You always want to become a famous dancer cherished by millions of people around the globe."

That's when she stops pacing, thinking that despite her current struggles, what the voice's saying is true.

She is about to control herself by taking a couple of deep breaths when she feels something hard inside her dress pocket. It is somewhat rectangular and... crinkly? Curious, she pulls it out and is surprised to see a Hershey's Creamy Milk Chocolate Bar.

Gianna's forehead creases. Why is there a chocolate bar inside her performance attire's pocket? More importantly, who put it in there?

The essence of mystery vanishes when she reads the sticky note attached to it.

"Win or lose, I'm always here for you! <3

-Love, Mom"

Warmth slowly fills Gianna's heart as she beams. That's when she realizes how much her mother means to her. Without her, life wouldn't be as delightful as the Hershey's bar that she's holding.

Immediately, she tears the wrapper and takes a bite out of the hard chocolate. Its rich milky flavor coats her parched tongue and penetrates through her taste buds like how soil absorbs water. Gianna cannot help but close her eyes and softly moan, indulging every moment. It's as if the chocolate tranquilizes all her worries with its ineffable sweetness.

"And now, may I call on Miss Gianna Lucena to reveal her remarkable dance performance! Everyone, let's give her a round of applause!"

At last, it is Gianna's time to showcase her talent. Finishing her Hershey's bar, she walks toward the center of the stage with newfound confidence. There she sees her mother sitting up front; her smile is as wide as an ocean, seemingly reflecting hers.

"No matter what happens, I will dance. For my mother. For myself. I will dance not just to the beat of the music...

But also to the very own beat of my heart."

She poses and begins her rendition.

"Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Hershey's. You made the sweetest me."