Abel had a huge smile on his face. He stood up and clapped loudly. The sound of the system that was incessantly ringing in his mind made him even happier. The VIPs around him all stood up and applauded loudly. Some of them even had tears on their faces.
Conrad looked like he ate s**t. He wasn’t stupid enough to think that his artist’s performance was better than this. He could only sulk silently and hope that her social media presence would help her win.
The three performances after hers looked lackluster. It wasn’t that the contestants were bad; it was just the aftereffects of Sheila’s outstanding performance. It made all other performances look like child’s play.
Even though she was only a slightly above-average dancer, dancing wasn’t the only thing used to judge a stage performance.
