Colt’s external investigations were proceeding intensely, while the livestream was even more fervent.
After a few pieces, the earlier doubts in the livestream chat vanished completely. The comment section was flooded with praise.
[My god, is this the kind of joy a human can create? Isn’t this an angel playing for us?]
[I admit, before hearing this Masked Lady’s cello, I always thought Mabel was my angel, but now, the Masked Lady is my only angel!]
Mabel watched the barrage of comments scroll across the screen, a smug smile playing on her lips. Moving away from the microphone, she whispered in Regina’s ear, “The atmosphere is electric!”
Hearing Mabel’s words, Regina, despite her daily performances, felt an unprecedented nervousness. Part of it stemmed from the audience’s approval, but
