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Throughout the entirety of the year, Solomon's anticipation for the grandeur of the Oscars had been steadily building like a crescendo in a symphony. He would often catch himself daydreaming about the opulent spectacle, a night when the stars aligned both in the celestial heavens and on the luminous red carpet. The allure of the event extended far beyond the prestigious accolades and the awe-inspiring cinematic achievements. It was the very essence of Hollywood magic that beckoned him, a blend of glitz, glamour, and the sheer enchantment of seeing his silver screen favorites come to life. As the date of the Oscars drew near, Solomon's heart raced with an electrifying blend of excitement and nervousness. The air was thick with anticipation, and he could almost hear the whispered excitement of fellow cinephiles echoing in the wind. But amongst the many luminaries that would grace the red carpet with their presence, there was one star that held an especially dear place in his heart: