Frank's intention all along was to go first, to shock everyone with his brilliance.
So when Selina pushed the turn back to him, Frank didn't hesitate. He arrogantly pulled out his formula, slapped it onto the judges' table, and declared, "Judges, please take a look. I'm certain that my perfume is the true champion!"
Frank's confidence naturally swayed some people.
To ensure fairness—and to satisfy the eager audience—the cameramen dutifully shifted their lenses to capture the formula.
The competition's theme was floral, and Frank's formula revolved around rose.
At first glance, though, the formula was unimpressive. The transition notes seemed ordinary, the supporting accords chosen without much thought.
The first thought flashing through many minds was: This formula… it doesn't look extraordinary at all. How could it possibly have earned a 9.9 score?
Meanwhile, the judging panel fell into collective silence.
