But in today's society, traditional idols with pretty faces and sweet voices no longer had a market. People preferred idols who went all out creating chaos—idols who wore Halloween costumes, lit ghost flames, and recited "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio." They were leagues above Kiana.
Even though she sang well, was beautiful, and had white hair.
But unfortunately, times had changed.
"Kiana, let's go back to smashing boulders on your chest."
Theresa said shyly. Although Kiana had sung her heart out, most of the people gathering around were there to watch Theresa. She felt like she had stolen Kiana's job and was a little embarrassed.
Life was like that. You sang your heart out, danced with all your might, and showed yourself off like a madwoman, yet someone else only had to stand there to outshine everything you could possibly do. It was utterly unreasonable.
"I don't want you to smash me into the ground again."
Kiana looked a little terrified. Theresa quickly waved her hands, telling her to relax.
"I'll keep my strength really low. No one will get hurt. Just trust your auntie this once, okay? Don't you want to win the audience back?"
"Uh..."
Kiana struggled inwardly, and Theresa hurriedly pressed while the iron was hot.
"I put a lot of thought into this songstress outfit of yours. I don't want my hard work to go to waste. Besides, this is for your own happiness too!"
Kiana looked up at the award platform, where Mei seemed to be waving at her.
That's right, Mei was still waiting for her.
How could she stop here? How could she give up in defeat after encountering such a tiny setback?
She had to fight!
If she didn't fight, she couldn't survive.
Kiana found another bluestone slab and braced