Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Acrid Comments
But the next second, James Landon’s review shattered her smile.
The man was austere, "you were off-key, starting from the second sentence you sang. Your team tried to pull you back, but you... are quite stubborn."
After saying these words, James Landon put down the microphone.
Lucy Taylor was stunned. Reese Shaw didn’t expect James Landon to pinpoint a problem either. She said, "Actually, this performance was quite good. At least it was the only performance tonight that didn’t bore me. I think it was good, keep up the good work."
Jackie Qualls was more concise, giving a rating of "B".
"Thank you, teachers," Lucy Taylor bowed, and the hand holding the microphone tightened further.
Backstage, Hannah had just been summoned by staff when she heard people discussing.
"I thought Ms. Shaw was strict enough, but unexpectedly, Mr. Landon is also very strict."
"Yeah, have you noticed? Mr. Landon rarely smiles. Comparatively speaking, Mr. Qualls seems to be a bit better."
"Well, Mr. Landon is a musical genius, after all. Geniuses typically have odd temperaments."
"But isn’t he being a bit harsh? Who can handle being called out like that?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Hannah, however, suddenly said, "Aren’t you guys worried about being on camera?"
As her words fell, a few girls froze, pulled a wry smile at the several cameras, and murmured, "We didn’t say anything though."
Hannah nodded, "Then you don’t need to worry about the cameras."
The girls paused, glared at Hannah, remembered the cameras, and hurriedly left.
As expected, Hannah’s performance was arranged alongside Tiffany Lynch’s, just like the original storyline.
The two bumped into each other again backstage.
At this time, Tiffany Lynch had changed into a gentle long dress. It was a simple style but masterfully crafted, just like the thin necklace around her neck costing tens of thousands. Not to mention the bracelet on her wrist, and the high heels on her feet.
A quick estimation revealed that this outfit cost at least three to four hundred thousand.
Indeed, rather lavish.
She walked over, naturally sat down next to Hannah, her voice was soft, "Hannah, you previously refused to tell me about your performance. Are you still unwilling to say now as you are about to go on stage?"
Hannah was looking at a mirror. She lifted her stern gaze at Tiffany Lynch’s words, her voice was lazy, "If you’re so eager to know, are you scared?"
Tiffany Lynch paused, "How could you think that?"
Turning her head, Hannah looked at her, avoiding the camera, "You don’t like me, and I don’t like you. You don’t have to probe into me, I’m not interested in you."
After she finished speaking, she looked earnestly into the mirror at the strand of hair that stubbornly stuck up on her head despite the enormous effort to push it down.
She gradually became irritated.
Tiffany Lynch on the side, listening to Hannah’s straightforward words, was a bit at a loss too. But Hannah was right, she did indeed dislike her.
Disliked her very much.
Especially a short time ago, surprisingly, George River suddenly asked her about that teacup. Only then did she realize it was a gift from Hannah for him.
Thus, the reason why George River has been distracted when he was with her these days was because of this woman.
How could this not make her feel hatred.
Coming from an upper class, being a lady of the house from birth, she lived a privileged life. Even when her family had problems with their company and had to move overseas, she still lived a superior lifestyle.
