Like the Witch Association, the Squirrel Society was a global organization. It had around thirty branches in the country. That might have sounded like a lot, but it was never enough.
Most were built on distinctive Sky Islands, each roughly the size of six football fields in the front room. The entire island was planted with one enormous pinecone tree, much of whose interior had been hollowed out to build lounges, squash courts, bathing centers, opera houses, cinemas, a branch tavern of Witch House, as well as meeting halls, ten set rooms, and twenty vocal rooms.
Witches were absolutely not landfolk. Their throats and vocal cords were more inhuman, so they could casually drag high notes to unimaginable heights. As a result, the soundproof glass and sound-leak prevention measures in the vocal rooms were extremely expensive.
Jiang Han filled out her height and other details at the front desk, handed over the form like she was on a blind date, and waited for the lovely receptionist to call her name and arrange her audition. Since this was a relatively strict idol management system, the result was largely decided by the audition.
The system worked with remarkable efficiency. Jiang Han had only just poured herself a cup of white chocolate cocoa in the lounge when a staff member stopped her.
"Miss Jiang Han, you have a new commission audition. Please proceed to Room 2102 for the interview." The staff member in a dark green military uniform led her to the second floor.
For political reasons, and because song-and-dance musicals were money pits in the country at this stage, the domestic Squirrel Society had a certain official background, and its largest orders also came from the government. Although domestic witches were far more cultured than landfolk of the same era, they had