The whole green room was silent. No one dared to utter a single word. Everyone kept staring at Ashma's face. They all had heard about her, met her in fashion shows but saw her furious avatar for the very first time. Salt knew that she made a mistake by insulting and intentionally harming Ashma. Her eyes fell on her knees. The blood was darker now as it was clotted. Salt gulped with fear.
Ashma looked at Salt and stared her down. Salt didn't dare to look up. She lowered her head in shame.
"What is your age?" asked Ashma.
"20," said Salt, trembling.
"Is that what your parents taught you? Is that how you treat your elders?" she reprimanded Salt. She then shouted at her groupie, "and the rest of you, don't you have a brain or are you sheep who just keep following others blindly? Use your brain and follow someone great, not a moron who does not even know how to talk to a fellow human being."
