Beatrice Sawyer took the stage amidst everyone’s cheers and applause.
As the stage gradually lit up, she began her performance.
Beatrice was one of the more formidable contestants among the new generation, earning countless applause with her song.
Serena Sterling was waiting backstage, with Chloe pacing anxiously beside her.
This ti, Serena drew the third position to perform.
However, it didn’t matter much whether she was first or last, as this final round had only three contenders for the final rankings. The previously eliminated contestants were also invited to show themselves after the three performances, enriching the live broadcast’s content and giving the audience ample ti to vote.
At this mont, Beatrice had already co down, very satisfied with her performance.
She walked straight toward Serena and stood arrogantly in front of her.
"Irene, now that the other contestant has gone on stage, you still have one last chance to withdraw," Beatrice said, looking at her.
Everyone around was silently watching them.
Especially their gazes toward Serena, which were strange one after another.
Miles Levin seed like he wanted to say sothing but eventually closed his mouth.
Knowing when to retreat is the key to success, Serena understood this.
So, she stood up and looked Beatrice straight in the eye.
Seeing the smug look on her opponent’s face, Serena smiled faintly.
"Thank you for the reminder," Serena smiled calmly, "But it’s not necessary."
After speaking, she walked straight toward the staff passage, not caring what Beatrice thought.
Life can’t be smooth sailing, and she can’t make everyone like her.
What she had to do was give her best effort with a clear conscience.
That was enough.
With the "click-clack" of high heels echoing, Serena walked onto the stage under the guidance of the staff as the second contestant ca down.
The stage was completely dark, and as she stood firm, the host received the signal.
"Next, we invite contestant Irene to bring us..."
The host’s words were cut off halfway by soone below screaming.
"Boycott Irene!"
"Irene, get off the stage!"
"Irene, get out!"
...
The shouts grew louder and louder, with so people even starting to throw things forward.
Fortunately, Jasper Ford had already prepared, imdiately dispatching people to maintain order on-site.
The host wiped his sweat and continued, following instructions: "We invite contestant Irene to perform the song ’Sculpture’ for us."
Then quickly left the stage.
On the judges’ panel, Vera Hansen watched the scene with satisfaction.
[Irene, let’s see how you turn this around this ti!] thought Vera.
At this mont, Serena was standing on stage, and as the stage lights gradually brightened, a surreal stage appeared before everyone’s eyes.
At the center of the stage stood a masked woman, half her body in reality, and the other half seemingly hidden in plaster.
She had just appeared, giving a strong visual impact.
People couldn’t help but whisper, "What is this?"
But no one knew what it was.
"Whatever it is, boycott Irene!"
"Boycott scandalous artist Irene!"
"Irene, step down!"
These voices were everywhere.
Only Serena’s costu designer stood to one side, nervously watching the masked woman on stage.
As the murmurs from the crowd echoed, gentle tapping sounds appeared on stage, as if soone was sculpting.
To the rhythm of the tapping, the half-plaster masked woman began to sing quietly, leading with her voice, and narrating the story of a plaster artwork abandoned halfway by a sculptor, getting kissed by the Muse and starting to sculpt itself.
As the masked woman sang, the plaster on her body also seed to fall off bit by bit, beginning her self-reinvention.
Her voice seed to have so magical power, drawing everyone’s attention.
Those who were loudly shouting boycott earlier had now forgotten their actions, staring wide-eyed at the masked woman on stage.
Vera noticed the change imdiately and sent a ssage to Alexander Ford under the table.
Soon, people began stirring chaos among the crowd.
Those who didn’t shout boycott were imdiately despised by the people next to them.
"Why aren’t you boycotting? I think you have a serious problem with your values. Irene faked donations, is morally corrupt, a scandalous artist. Do you still think she’s good? I think you also have issues!"
"I’m not! Don’t just label !"
"Then join in boycotting. Boycott Irene!"
"Alright!"
"Boycott Irene!"
"Boycott Irene!"
The wave of voices rose once more.
Vera looked on with satisfaction at the louder and louder shouts of boycott across the venue.
Serena saw all this clearly.
This was exactly the effect she wanted.
She was well aware of Vera’s thods.
If Vera’s tactics were clever, then Serena would go with the flow.
Vera wanted to crush her with rumors.
Then she would turn those rumors into chisels, completing her self-reinvention in front of everyone!
The microphone in her hand resembled a chisel, and with each chant amidst the enormous wave of boycott, it seed like the masked woman on stage was completing a brutal chiseling.
The louder the boycott in the venue grew, the faster the plaster fell off her body.
It was as if—
All the gossip and slander at that mont turned into countless chisels, carving out a brand-new her.
"Boycott Irene!"
"Irene, get off the stage!"
In the audience, Julian Lawson frowned slightly.
He kept looking at the seat beside him.
Serena had never shown up.
Even now, she still hadn’t co.
She had clearly said that day she would be there in person.
Why hadn’t she co?
Was it because she knew Vera would also be on this show?
Or was it for so other reason?
Julian didn’t understand and turned his gaze back to the masked woman on stage.
At this mont, with the flow of the music, the plaster on the masked woman’s body had completely fallen off.
An invisible wind blew away the plaster on stage, revealing the sculpted figure underneath.
The music abruptly changed at this mont.
From the previous sculpting sound, it transitioned into a powerful rhythm.
It was as if this piece of plaster, having completed the self-sculpting of its body, began to experience its rebirth.
The powerful rhythm, the performance technique with a narrative appreciation of storytelling, and the entire surreal stage, all captivated attention.
And the strong dance.
It seed stylistically diverse but was actually perfectly orderly.
Moreover, she could maintain her vocal lines amidst the strong dance, seamlessly advancing the performance.
The story, technique, and art, even integrating the boycott voices inside and outside the venue, all rged into the stage.
Powerful!
So powerful!
Even Alexander Ford, who was sowing discord, couldn’t help but admire this scene.
Luckily, Vera had made a big fuss over Irene’s fake donation incident. Otherwise, with Jasper Ford having such an asset, he might truly soar skyward!
Thinking this, Alexander smiled at Jasper Ford before him.
"I haven’t done anything," Alexander shrugged, sporting a provoking expression, "I’m just here to see what your expression will be after you lose."
Alexander displayed a taunting smile, looking at Jasper: "It must be, sothing to behold!"
And at this mont, only the face of the plaster woman on stage had yet to undergo transformation.
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