The walk to the bathroom was filled with muttered frustrations and the grinding of teeth from Dana as she kept pestering Hollywood, who remained infuriatingly silent for a while.
"Come on, Hollywood, speak up," she hissed under her breath, glancing around to make sure no one noticed her talking to herself.
Finally, Hollywood's robotic voice echoed in her head.
[Miss Red, the only thing I can tell you about your charm points is that whenever one finds you charming, your charm increases.]
[Popularity is based on how many people have known and loved you or what you do.]
Dana stopped in her tracks, eyes widening.
'Oh, really? So that's it? So three people loved my singing? But aside from the one person who liked it online, who else?' she thought, her brows furrowing in confusion.
[Miss Red, do I have to explain everything to you?]
[Well, how many people really viewed you singing?]
