"Oh my god, it's so enthusiastic! I'm getting infected!"
"Whitney really fell down. It looks so painful…"
"It's really too professional. At first, I thought that Melinda's performance wasn't bad, but it now seems that professional singers are different. And after watching it just now, I think Whitney is also very suitable for making a movie."
The audience was infected by Whitney and stood up, singing loudly along with the last few lines.
Mom, did you see that? I can find the answer myself. I pushed open the door to my life. I can choose what kind of singer I want to be.
A chair rose slowly from the stage, referencing the design of the Iron Throne.
"There never was. No one, no one! I just walked my path…"
"Whitney! Whitney!"
"She's so handsome. Sister loves me!"
"Sister shot me in the chest—shot me hard."
