Something Special

A room of men in suits aged around 40-55 were sitting around a long black table. The atmosphere was dead; it was like they had all been here before. The silence was loud. Someone had to break it, but no one wanted to. Until,
"What do we expect this year? The same old?"
"Yeah, every year is no different from the next. It's just a cycle repeating itself."
"This Academy has been open for a long time now, and it does produce results, but not as good as we would think."
"To be fair, it does always produce one good individual."
"Pfft, even that, last year was very disappointing. The winner was just above average."
The room fell into silence again, with all the men looking down, trying to figure out how to keep this conversation alive.
"I don't think this year will be that bad," one man said while lifting his head. He then leaned forward, putting both his elbows on the table.
"If anything, I think it will be quite interesting," he continued. This statement lifted a few heads; all the men still had straight faces, but they were listening. Looking at him with hopeless eyes.
"Why? Is there a student coming in that's caught your interest?" Questioned one of them.
"One? More than one, my friend. The quality of students is looking to be top tier." He said while grinning from ear to ear. All the other men looked at one another, wondering if he knew something they didn't.
"Quit trying to excite us. Each year, we hope that it will be entertaining, and it turns out it's the same as last year," he replied, showing a face that let him know he was not trying to entertain this conversation. The man let out a small laugh, leaned back in his chair, and said
"Did you know that Edward Burrell's younger brother is enrolling?"
That name turned heads around the room, a last name that was very highly regarded. Eyelids raised.
"Edward Burrell's younger brother?" a man repeated.
"He was a great student for the first two years, then he went off track in the last year. He was projected to win; not sure what happened to him."
"He was a promising student," someone added. The silence that trapped and covered this room was dying down.
"That's not all; Mr. Ledge's son is also enrolling."
Hearing that name made everyone in the room look towards each other in disbelief. Most men were speechless, some looking at each other with joy. Hope was starting to emerge; was this the start of something extraordinary?
"I'm not finished". He said, standing up.
Now, everyone was on the edge of their seats, waiting to be further impressed.
"We've got a couple of models, athletes, and international students. I know this may sound casual, as we have these students every year, but believe me, they are different. From their backgrounds and even some of their upbringings, they do not disappoint. We've got children whose parents are celebrities, actors, models and athletes attending. The number of egos that will be present and clashing with each other will be amazing! Gents, it will be like nothing you have ever seen before". He finished.
As he took his seat, the atmosphere in the room changed. From before, where it was gloomy and grey, suddenly was filled with excitement and eagerness. You wouldn't imagine this room was full of middle-aged men. Most men in the room were now on the edge of their seats, some standing; they didn't know what to do with themselves. Smiles covered their faces. After years of experiencing and watching what seemed like a repeating show over and over again with different characters, it was finally looking to be something entertaining.
The man leaned forward one more time and calmly yet excitedly said
"Gentlemen, I think this year will be something special."