In no time, all the players in the game had assembled for the grand audition, and the process of cherry-picking commenced. The stage saw contestants making their entrances, one after the other.

The program itself hadn’t set any specific performance category, leaving the door open for talents of all hues, from comedy to balletic feats, to take center stage.

As each contender unveiled their unique flair, the talent agencies had the green light to give a nod of interest by pressing a button.

In cases of mutual interest, marked by both the agency and the artist, a light above the table would illuminate.

After a series of audition rounds, Ariana had identified a few potential gems, but they either got snapped up by other agencies or were already betrothed to their preferred patrons.

An hour swept by, and Ariana’s table hadn’t pressed on a Light.

as she awaited the next

couldn’t help but notice the lights emanating from

Was she dragged here as

should be people with her. She’s standing

addition to the sympathy, some viewers directed

let a minnow enterprise

in the business, even think of contending? It’s sheer folly

industry giants doesn’t flaunt a noteworthy figure?

an expedition to delve into Ariana’s corporate roots, using that information as ammunition to taunt her

freshly minted, likely conjured just

her mind, but I’m dying to know where she snagged that

this contest was a total frittering away. It’s bordering on deceit, and

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