Chapter 93: Semi Finals
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Within a few minutes all the equipment and tools that are needed for the 'show' he was going to let his audience experience.
The stage was silent, broken only by the whisper of the audience in front of the stage.
His tools are simple - A pristine canvas loomed before him, flanked by an orderly array of paints and brushes.
At the judges' table, a different kind of skepticism simmered in the three faces.
Emilia's sharp gaze flickered with intrigue, while Orson's inscrutable expression betrayed only a faint tightening of his eyes.
However the most coincidence is the guest judge who attended today - Liam - wearing a stiff expression, masking his irritation.
"Mr. Regal." Emilia began, her tone polite but probing. "Could you explain your concept before you begin?"
Regal inclined his head, stepping toward the microphone. "Certainly. My piece explores transformation - from chaos to clarity. I will paint with both hands at once. It's unconventional, but I ask for your patience."
Orson's lips quirked. "Let's hope it's as compelling as your pitch."
With a curt bow, Regal signaled to the crew. "The music, please."
His request was immediately met as a melody of music began just as he already informed them beforehand.