Chapter 89: Traffic Song Boy (1)
Today was finally the day!
Rachel Smith, pop music connoisseur, propped her tablet up behind her book bag placed on her desk, put in her earbuds and covered it with her hair, and took a sip of her iced caramel macchiato before happily navigating to the WeTube channel of Pop Star Academy: Project 777 while her history teacher yapped about some war in the 1800s.
She had been stalking the program website daily, memorizing all of the information listed on the minimal contestant profiles while waiting for crumbs of content.
She had prepared both her heart and her wallet to spend on her underdog pick, and she just wanted a single opportunity to show her devotion.
And finally, today was the start of the online-only mini-series to introduce the public to the contestants.
Today, the production team would release performance videos of all the groups, and the group with the most views would apparently win a special prize.
As a fan, she naturally wanted to do her part.
The groups were selected by the judges grading the contestants’ skill levels in singing, dancing, and rapping and averaging the two before allowing the contestants to choose within those groups.
Since she didn’t know which group her underdog pick had ended up in, Rachel decided to watch every video from the top, starting with the first one, which showed a handsome boy with golden skin jumping in the air with two other boys beside him as pillars of flames went off to the side.
Covering her mouth so she wouldn’t squeal in excitement, especially at the flash of abs peeking out of the boys’ torn shirts, Rachel tapped her tablet, and the music started playing as the performance began.
The video displayed a blank stage, and for a moment, Rachel thought it was frozen before an intense bass beat made her ears vibrate as smoke filled the screen.