My Sister Used My Song To Become A Diva

Kelly's manager also came to watch the other singers rehearse. Her face turned grim, and she immediately went to Kelly's dressing room.

She tried everything to convince Kelly to watch the rehearsals, but Kelly remained unmoved.

"You're out of your mind. My presence on this show is already a favor to them, and you want me to rehearse?"

She didn't care about her singing at all; her entire focus was on her appearance.

She was obsessed with how revealing her outfit should be and how to dress sexily.

In her own words.

"I want to capture everyone's attention at first glance, so they can't help but vote for me."

What a shallow mindset.

A true singer should be focused on delivering a captivating performance to win over the audience's ears.

But Kelly was only concerned with how she looked, trying to grab their attention.

The show's staff kept reminding her to check out the rehearsals, but she ignored them completely.

In the end, they had no choice but to give up.

When the competition officially began, Kelly remained utterly unfazed.

Everyone around her was sweating with nerves, but she calmly blew on her freshly painted nails.

The first two foreign singers performed flawlessly, as steady as a recording.

Kelly smirked.

"Did you hear that? They say it's a live broadcast with no audio enhancements, but you can clearly tell they're just playing pre-recorded tracks. I wouldn't be surprised if they were lip-syncing."

"Idiot." I cursed her.

"Their steady performance was a result of their skill and hard work during rehearsals.

And her?" I thought.

Ha!