"Oppa!" Layla Lowell couldn’t help but jump up and shout.
Charles Carrington squinted, pulling her out: "Are you crazy? You’re being squished to death and you’re still thrilled?"
"Oh, get out of my way!" Layla was cunning, and imdiately kicked him, coincidentally stepping on the exact spot where Alexander Foster had been standing. Then she dashed forward to get the best view of the scene!
On the other side.
Manie York and her group, who were in the audience preparing to leave for backstage, were stunned and dumbfounded!
The surrounding classmates all looked over at her: "Manie, didn’t you say Damien Hart couldn’t make it?"
"I saw the picture, it really is him. I thought he really left, didn’t think it was not to support you?"
"Chloe Collins is too incredible, even getting him to co. That’s really aweso!"
"What kind of relationship do they have?"
"Manie, I’m rather curious, what on earth is going on?"
Manie York turned pale, she too did not know what was happening.
She turned to look at Roger Phoenix, murmured, "How can this be? Could it be a nasake?"
Roger Phoenix: "I told you, the person in that photo is him, but you insisted it was a mistake."
Manie York bit her lip, her brows knitted tightly: "Impossible, how could Chloe Collins invite soone I couldn’t even get?"
Roger Phoenix: "Suddenly, I’m competing with my idol. The pressure is great."
Manie York looked at the people at the scene who had no ti to challenge her, feeling a sudden sense of disappointnt.
Damien Hart, a god-like figure in the entertainnt industry, always at the top, and his stellar works have won him many awards!
Whether it’s singing, dancing, or acting, he has awards!
Such a godlike figure, wherever he goes, there’s no shortage of fans!
What’s more, Robert Foster is back too!
This is a man who specializes in music!
They...are in danger!
After thinking for a while, she grabbed Roger Phoenix’s clothes: "Don’t panic, we still have the judges. Our performance is the most exciting, they’re quiet, that’s a disadvantage."
Roger Phoenix shrugged his arm: "Look at this crazy audience, is there even a need to compete? Unless the person who ca isn’t my idol, Damien Hart."
Manie York looked towards the stage with a glimr of hope, praying it was a nasake.
At this mont, the stage gradually lit up with moon-white beams, slowly pouring over the floating dry ice, like a stream flowing in a moonlit cave.
This beautiful atmosphere seed to have magic, gradually settling the audience into silence.
Although quiet, everyone was spirited, their nerves tingling, staring intently at the stage!
In the quietness, the crisp sound of a stream flowed, followed by a lodious flute sound that took people’s breath away.
The spotlight fell on a tall man. Dressed in a black traditional-style suit and holding a flute, his eyes slightly drooped as he played quietly, his handso face was captivating, evoking waves of excited and surprised cheers.
Everyone quickly covered their mouths to suppress the cheer, not wanting to disturb this beautiful lody, with so people already tearful.
In such a mont, everyone seed to be pulled into a martial arts world. It was as if they were seeing a man in a black suit standing in a small boat among the green waters and green hills, forgetting all worldly troubles, with only the mountains and rivers for company, the beautiful flute lody soothing all worries, returning the surrounding area to quietness.
Manie York suddenly sat back down, shocked beyond words!
It really was him!
She clenched her fist, her previously calm heart was beginning to tighten.
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