Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 222

Chapter 222:

I didn’t expect Lavinia to ask me such a question. I hesitated for a long time, but I didn’t know what to say because I didn’t have an answer in mind.

Seeing that I was in a dilemma, Lavinia smiled and asked, “Who is Becky to you?”.

I knew she was grateful to me for saving her the other day, but I didn’t want her gratitude to influence her judgment.

“Mrs. Mayer, in fact, Becky and Cindy are good friends of mine. I certainly hope they are both accepted, but that’s impossible. I’m not going to judge your talent or influence your decision. I think you’ve already made up your mind in your heart. Do what you think is right.”

Lavinia nodded with a smile. “Yes, I have made the decision.”

As she opened the washroom door to leave, a girl stumbled backwards and almost fell. She seemed to have leaned against the door.

Before I could see who it was, she came running out in a flash. It looked like she was one of the singers.

As I returned from the restroom and settled into my seat, the longest commercial segment of the live broadcast ended. It was time to reveal the final result.

Lavinia got up from her seat and glanced at the two young women waiting for the result on stage.

After exhaling a heavy sigh, she said, “Well, to be honest, they were both exceptionally good. It was a very tough competition. I don’t dare to eliminate anyone. But this is a competition, and there’s only one spot left. Well, Cindy gave a power-packed performance. I love her choice of clothing, brownie points for that. Her outfit resonated with the melancholy of her song. It touched my soul. So I vote for Cindy.”

The outcome was decided. Becky was eliminated and Cindy moved on to the finals.

Becky was a young girl, so she wasn’t strong enough to face failure. Tears were running down her cheeks.

I turned my head to look at Derek. He was looking at the stage with a serene face.

“What do you think?” I asked him.

He gave me a look and smiled. “It’s a competition; not everyone can win. Becky is upset because she’s not mentally prepared for it. Everyone has to face setbacks in their life. It’s not such a bad thing; how else is she going to learn.”

After the contest, the audience left one after another.

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We went backstage, looking for Becky. However, people informed us that she was already gone.

Just as we left, the judges came from the other end of the aisle, discussing the contest.

A movement to my right caught my attention. Becky darted toward the judges and barred their way. Her puffy, bloodshot eyes revealed that she must have been crying.

“Dear judges, I want to know why. I don’t think I’m inferior to the other singers who made it to the next round.”

The judges exchanged glances. A moment later, one of the judges stepped forward. “You’re Becky, number 12, right? Even if you hadn’t come to us, we would have come to you.”

She then opened her purse, pulled out a bag from inside and handed it to Becky.

“Becky, you were great. You impressed us during the audition. But you didn’t take my words seriously. We want to choose singers who perform with soul. You have to sing from the heart, that’s where the magic happens. Singing is important, but don’t lose your personality. Keep practicing.

Becky picked up the bag and watched the judges walk past her with a horrified look on her face. She looked like she was holding back tears.

Some of her friends who had been complimenting Becky came over to comfort her. I didn’t know what to say, so I stepped forward.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Lavinia and Cindy at the door of the TV station. Lavinia glanced at Cindy in amazement.

“You did a wonderful job today. Winning or losing doesn’t matter; the important thing is mental strength and personality. I appreciate your willingness. The entertainment industry is complicated. We have no room for impetuous people. Your calmness and tenacity will take you to important places.”

Hearing that, Cindy smiled. She remained nonchalant despite her success. I appreciated her attitude.

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