Emily looked every bit the princess, pure and beautiful with her long golden hair, moving with a grace and elegance that seed effortless.
The black butterfly mask added a touch of mystery. Her snow-white neck and black evening gown accentuated her slender figure, while her high-heeled sandals added a dash of sexiness.
She was like a young lady attending a high-end soirée, gracefully sitting down at the piano, her slender fingers touching the keys.
The elegant lody entered the microphone and reached the ears of the audience.
At that mont, the audience sitting on the floor felt as if their own sense of style had been elevated several notches.
On stage, there was also a row of wine bottles and wooden boards.
By then, the audience had stopped paying attention to these seemingly irrelevant props.
Until from the entrance tunnel, a man in overalls walked out wearing a horse head mask, microphone in hand.
Accompanying the elegant piano music, he began to tap out a rhythm.
“Wow!” A gasp of surprise rose from the seats,this entrance was indeed novel. They awaited the man’s singing, hoping it would cleanse their souls.
Ethan felt the beat, held his breath, and began to sing softly into the microphone.
“There are things I’ve already forgotten.”
“But I still rember now.”
“One night, the neighbor’s wife asked .”
“Why are you unhappy today.”
“…”
His strange tone, mixed with the leisurely pace of the piano, drifted to the audience below.
At first, they just felt this rap was indescribably odd.
Until Ethan sang:
“I said, ‘My dick spins around.'”
“Spins around, spins around~”
He had already jumped in front of a wine bottle, following the beat, he swung fiercely, and with a “crash,” the bottle shattered, spilling wine and shards everywhere.
“?” The audience was stunned, dead silent, mouths agape, pupils constricted, their minds seemingly stopped.
Not just the audience, the judges were baffled too.
They had only seen the program list.
Seeing Ethan’s performance listed as singing, rap, and acrobatics, they felt it was inexplicable, but nothing compared to the shock of the actual performance.
What an exaggerated performance.
Ethan’s expression did not stop,he continued singing: “Spinning around in a strange room.”
“Bang!” Another wine bottle exploded.
“One round, two rounds, three rounds, four rounds.”
He then jumped in front of a karate-specific wooden board, his body pressing down fiercely, and the board cracked loudly under the strain.
“Spins around!”
He jumped to the second one, swung again, this ti at two stacked boards, which couldn’t withstand the destruction of Ethan’s dick, and with a “crack,” they shattered.
At that mont, the audience had snapped back to reality.
What followed was a series of screams and shouts.
“What the heck is this?!”
“My eyes, I’m going blind!”
“It’s the ‘well-endowed’ coach, I recognize him! The super popular strear lately!”
“Get outta here!”
Clearly, this over-the-top performance wasn’t going to earn any applause,it was almost entirely booed.
The judges exchanged glances.
They didn’t understand it, but they were certainly shocked.
Abigaile covered her face,she had planned to ride the wave of this fan craze, but now she hesitated.
Ethan, ignoring the uproar below, focused on his performance. This rap was simple and catchy, requiring no real skill.
He sang and danced, swinging his 10-inch “Pecker.”
Smashing the props one by one.
Emily’s piano playing reached a climax, her fingers moving faster and faster, a crazy smile playing on her lips.
Pushing the spectacle to its peak.
“Spins around!” Ethan roared the last line, smashing the last stack of four wooden boards, reaching his limit.
Emily’s piano stopped at that mont.
After a brief silence, the audience erupted into a thunderous noise once again.
Usually, a performance that resonates with half the audience is considered good.
But Ethan’s performance had the whole venue boiling over.
“What the hell! My eyes are blind!”
“Did he really just smash those bottles with his dick?”
“I can’t even, my brain is just full of dicks spinning around.”
Everyone in the audience was shouting sothing different.
This performance was so full of points to criticize, it was almost overwhelming.
The audience wished they had more mouths to express their disbelief.
The noise continued for ten minutes until the staff managed to restore so order.
The judges were about to speak.
Suddenly, the voice of producer Isabella ca excitedly through their headphones: “Let him advance.”
The judges looked at each other, not surprised.
Even if it was a terrible performance, as long as it was sensational enough, the show might compromise for the sake of entertainnt value.
Mason spoke first: “I stand by my view, this performance was vulgar, unacceptable. It’s a desecration of this stage, I oppose advancent.”
It wasn’t personal against Ethan,as judges, they needed to consider the show’s impact.
The middle-aged judge beside him waved his hand: “I don’t quite understand you young people’s stuff, but I always think we should give the youth more opportunities. I agree to let him advance.”
The final decision was in Abigaile’s hands. She organized her words, originally planning to ntion that Ethan was her fan, but now she dared not speak carelessly.
Using her sweet voice, she said: “I think your performance is too avant-garde, but I’m looking forward to your next expression. You advance.”
Ethan successfully advanced, amidst uproar from the audience.
“No way, that trash performance advanced?”
“My brain is all ssed up with spinning, it’s going to break.”
Ignoring the audience’s lantations.
Ethan’s lips curled into a smile, just as he had planned, he had advanced.
This ant he had already won ten thousand dollars.
Once this catchy song spread, he would gain a wave of new fans.
The recording ended in this noisy atmosphere.
There were still good performances to co.
But after being shocked by Ethan, ordinary performances could no longer stir their emotions, and the atmosphere remained flat.
…
“Cheers!” Emily, still in her black evening gown with a sports jacket thrown over, raised her paper cup with a beaming smile: “Congratulations to us for advancing.”
Blair smiled and clinked her paper cup with Emily’s.
She finished her drink in one gulp, glanced at the ti, and regretfully said, “Too bad, I have to go ho now, I wanted to stay a bit longer.”
Emily turned to Ethan: “Are you going to walk ho?”
“Sure.” Ethan nodded. Emily had helped him,without her elegant entrance, the shocking contrast wouldn’t have been as strong.
They walked down the nightti streets.
Emily, in her high heels, walked briskly ahead, hands behind her back, the evening breeze lifting her long hair.
“I felt a little bit of a flutter today.”
“Ah, what kind of flutter?” Ethan looked puzzled.
“Hehe~ A flutter is when your heart goes ‘thump thump,’ and feelings co before reason,” Emily said, suddenly turning around, her sapphire-like eyes looking into his: “Should we actually start dating?”
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