Elara walked behind the stage, exhaling sharply.
Her demeanor had changed entirely from the time she had left just fifteen minutes ago. Her eyes looked fiercer and more merciless, her confidence radiating through her stance.
The people who had been shooting all the contestants backstage and had stopped before phase one officially started, to conceal the artists' identities and who was singing in which sequence, looked at the so-called nobody girl and at each other.
They forgot to capture her. Then again, was she even good or just someone who considered herself good? They all waited and quickly clicked a photo of hers to add later to the articles—no videos, nothing.
"Contestant number twelve. It's your turn," the moderator said, a slight disdain in her eyes since she remembered what Noah accused Carla of doing earlier, and they almost messed up the show because of it.
Elara nodded and walked to the cubicle. She adjusted the mic as she sat on the seat behind the veil.
