Chapter 47

Lucy White walked into the practice room with light steps, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"How's everyone's preparation going?" She pulled out a chair and sat down, her gaze sweeping gently over the five young men.

Benjamin Harris, the team leader, answered promptly, "Ms. White, we already have a preliminary concept."

Jason Wright added, "I'm handling the composition, Lucas Young and I are working on the lyrics, and the others are choreographing the dance."

Lucy nodded in approval. "Good. Let's get started, then."

Jason hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Ms. White, the production crew requested that the guest also participate in the performance. What style of singing or dancing are you comfortable with?"

The practice room fell silent. The five boys stared at her nervously.

[Oh no, I heard Lucy can't sing at all!]

[Just a pretty face with no talent.]

[Feel bad for our boys—they're gonna be dragged down.]

Lucy saw right through their worries and chuckled softly. "I can adapt to anything. This is your stage—just go with what you're best at."

Jason exhaled in relief. "This round's theme is 'Rural Getaway.' We were thinking of a lighthearted, cheerful approach."

"A wise choice," Lucy praised. "Sticking to the theme will earn you higher scores."

Lucas mustered his courage. "Ms. White, could you try singing a few lines? It’ll help us assign parts."

"Of course." Lucy agreed readily.

The moment the first note left her lips, the entire practice room went still.

Her ethereal, crystal-clear voice flowed like a mountain spring, every modulation executed with breathtaking precision. The five boys gaped in awe, while the livestream's live comments exploded.

[Holy—that’s a heavenly voice!]

[Who said Lucy can’t sing? Come out and take the L!]

[This skill puts so many professional singers to shame!]

As the last note faded, Jason nearly jumped in excitement. "Ms. White, you’re amazing!"

"I was just singing casually." Lucy waved it off modestly. "Keep working on your creation—I’ll just observe from here."

For the rest of the session, Lucy sat quietly in the corner, only offering soft suggestions when the trainees hit a creative block.

[Lucy is so gentle and supportive.]

[Now this is what a real mentor looks like.]

[Can the other mentor take notes? All she does is hog the spotlight.]

"Try softening the transition here." Lucy walked to the piano and demonstrated. "Like this..."

Jason’s eyes lit up with realization. "That makes so much sense!"

As the sun set, the practice room’s glass windows reflected the six figures immersed in their work. None of them noticed the livestream’s viewer count skyrocketing.