Chapter 47

Aria Bennett 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.

Owen Parker, the team leader, answered promptly, "Ms. Bennett, we already have a preliminary concept."

Mason Bell added, "I'm handling the composition, Leo Brooks and I are working on the lyrics, and the others are choreographing the dance."

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

Mason hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Ms. Bennett, 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 Aria can't sing at all!]

[Just a pretty face with no talent.]

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

Aria 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."

Mason exhaled in relief. "This round's theme is 'Country Escape.' We were thinking of a lighthearted, cheerful approach."

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

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

"Of course." Aria 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 Aria can’t sing? Come out and take the L!]

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

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

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

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

[Aria 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." Aria walked to the piano and demonstrated. "Like this..."

Mason’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.