"We just crossed one billion live viewers."
The corporate assistant held up the glowing tablet. The raw numbers reflected in the thick glass of the VIP box.
Arthur Vance took a slow sip of vintage champagne. The Regional Director looked down at the massive Tokyo Dome stage. He watched his prized asset bleed for his amusement.
Kira executed a flawless pirouette. Her heavy diamond ballgown spun under the harsh rigging lights. She forced a bright smile across her pale face.
Her throat felt like burning ash. The injected numbing agent failed. Every forced high register note shredded her delicate vocal cords.
She sang the opening verse of the new corporate anthem. The lyrics tasted like poison. She was singing a lie to protect her family from total financial ruin.
The manufactured pop bea
