I Married the President

Chapter 471: Chapter 471: A Slap in the Face, That Must Hurt

The first group was Master’s, with a rap performance that blew up the stage. The crowd went wild.

The second group was Mimi Fisher’s song and dance performance. The stage was just as explosive, and the audience’s screams were even wilder than for the previous act.

The third group was Cecily Taylor’s operatic song and dance performance. They performed a love song that moved many in the audience to tears.

Finally, it was time for the last performance. The audience’s expectations weren’t high because this was the group led by Claire Sinclair. Many people subconsciously wrote her off as an unnecessary mentor, thinking there was no way she could produce a good show.

The applause from the audience was scattered, a far cry from the previous three performances.

It was no wonder the audience felt that way. Besides Leonard Bishop, who was ranked second in popularity, the other contestants were all at the bottom of the polls. It was difficult for one person’s popularity to carry the entire act.

As an eerie and mysterious melody began to play, the audience gradually quieted down, completely captivated by the music.

Suddenly, the style of the music changed, and a dynamic beat began to throb. Leonard Bishop, standing in the center, led the opening dance moves and sang the first line...

The next second, the crowd went absolutely wild.

”AHHHH! Leonard Bishop is so hot!”

”Leonard Bishop’s singing is amazing, and his dancing is so cool!”

”I’m officially a fan! Leonard Bishop, I love you!”

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The final note hung in the air and then cut off. Thunderous applause immediately erupted from below the stage. One wave of screams drowned out the last, and the fiery passion in the crowd showed no signs of abating.

After watching their performance, both Mimi Fisher and Master looked on with expressions of astonishment and admiration. They each gave a thumbs-up, showing how thoroughly impressed they were.

Cecily Taylor, however, sat there stone-faced. She could faintly sense the threat posed by the performance, and her expression turned ugly.

Just then, the camera panned to her face and lingered for a long moment. The audience saw her expression clearly, and someone couldn’t resist commenting.

”Look at Cecily Taylor’s face. She looks like she just ate shit.”

”Haha, she just got put in her place. Bet that stings.”

”Serves her right for being so nasty earlier. Claire Sinclair is a mentor, after all. Even if she isn’t a ’professional,’ saying such demeaning things was completely thoughtless.”

”I don’t care, Leonard Bishop is just too cool! I’m done with Liam Linden, I’m a Leonard Bishop fan now!”

The host returned to the stage, and after a few brief comments, he asked the four mentors to critique the performance by Leonard Bishop’s group.

Master praised them effusively. ”So cool, so awesome, so explosive! I loved their performance. Especially you, Leonard Bishop—you wrote this song, didn’t you?”

Leonard Bishop nodded. ”I wrote the song, but the credit isn’t mine alone. All eight of us completed it together. Plus, a mysterious mentor helped us and gave us a lot of valuable feedback.”

Master’s interest was immediately piqued. ”Who?”

Leonard Bishop glanced at Claire Sinclair, as if asking for permission, unsure if he should answer the question.

Claire Sinclair naturally picked up her microphone and answered calmly, ”This mentor has incredible stage experience, has released many blockbuster albums, and has even won a Best Actress award.”

”Wow, that’s incredible! Who is she?” Master pressed, while everyone else pricked up their ears, waiting for the answer.

Claire Sinclair smiled faintly. ”Her last name is Drake.”

”I know! Sheryl Drake,” Mimi Fisher said. ”No wonder their performance style seemed a little familiar. So it was Sheryl Drake’s style. Incredible. I’m thoroughly impressed!”