Naomi Kenway let out a sigh of relief.
"Wait." A director to Ruby Preston's right spoke up, the lenses of his glasses reflecting a cold light. "In this performance, the contestant added a scene of her own. The change was good, but for the sake of fairness, I suggest we add another round."
"Director Sawyer, what do you mean by that?" Ruby Preston turned her head to look at him.
Director Sawyer put down the thermos in his hand, his voice filled with sincerity. "I've auditioned Naomi Kenway for many roles in the past, and her performance then was vastly different from what we see now... I'm not trying to give her a hard time. How about this: I'll randomly pick a scene. If she can still pass, I'll give her the highest score."
Zeke Sawyer's gaze shifted to Naomi Kenway below the stage. "What do you think, Ms. Kenway?"
"I have no objections," Naomi Kenway's calm voice rang out.
