Outside the recording set of "Shining Stars," there were still a lot of people. So were there to join in the excitent, while others hoped to catch a glimpse of their favorite idols.
Among them were not a few paparazzi, hoping to snap so juicy shots.
While everyone was minding their own business, several exclamations rang out from the crowd.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, guess who I just saw! Oh my god, tell this is real!"
"Ahhh, hubby, hubby, over here!!!"
"Am I dreaming? How could I see Nolan Sinclair at the ’Shining Stars’ set? Quick, pinch to make sure!"
The person next to her didn’t hesitate a bit and gave her a pinch, making the girl jump up imdiately.
"You actually pinched !"
"You asked for it. It would’ve been rude not to oblige," said what could only be a mischievous friend.
The girl didn’t mind, grabbing his arm and shaking it vigorously, "Ahhh, it really is Nolan Sinclair, it really is him!"
The crowd was instantly electrified. The paparazzi rushed forward with their caras, desperate not to let soone else steal the scoop, practically fighting for their lives.
"Hello, Mr. Sinclair, why are you here? Are you here to film a show? Who do you favor the most in ’Shining Stars’?"
"Mr. Sinclair, Mr. Sinclair, could you share your thoughts on this show?"
"Mr. Sinclair, when exactly will your new song be released? Are you confident about it?"
The reporters and paparazzi were truly giving it their all, firing question after question, even though they could barely stand firm in the crowd. It was hard to say if they were dedicated or just plain annoying!
The scene was chaotic. Nolan Sinclair, with only a small entourage, was surrounded. He frowned behind his sunglasses.
Before he could get angry, the show’s bodyguards finally arrived and quickly separated the crowd.
One could still see reporters straining to push forward as Nolan Sinclair pursed his lips and went in through a narrow path cleared by the bodyguards.
Even after he disappeared from view, the crowd was still buzzing.
The reporters and paparazzi quickly sent out their photos and videos.
The headline "Superstar Appears on Talent Show" was followed by nurous taken shots.
Nolan Sinclair didn’t care about any of that. As soon as he entered the recording set, the director imdiately trotted over.
Probably due to nervousness, his forehead was covered in beads of sweat.
During the show’s recording, the production team had announced on their official blog that a mystery guest would make an appearance, and failing that would’ve been a disaster.
"Mr. Sinclair, you’re finally here. Did sothing happen on the way?"
If it were anyone else, the director would have scolded them long ago, but not Nolan Sinclair, the music industry’s icon. He didn’t even have enough ti to sweet-talk him, let alone scold him.
Nolan Sinclair took off his sunglasses and put them into his pocket. "I got caught in traffic."
Then he glanced at his wristwatch, "Has it started yet?"
"Just started, just started." He said, leading Nolan Sinclair backstage.
On stage, the host held the microphone!
"Hello, everyone, and welco to the first live performance of ’Shining Stars.’ Here, you will witness each contestant’s performance, and beside you, there is a voting device. Please use your voting device to vote for your favorite trainees."
"Next, I’ll introduce the competition rules for this performance..."
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