Chapter 467: Chapter 467: Out of the Gate
Upon finishing her sentence, Lucy Taylor immediately shut the front door.
The grumbles of her and Sunny Lee from within were barely audible, "Looming outside our practice room every day, she’s more diligent than a dog."
Followed by a burst of laughter.
Tiffany Lynch stood outside the front door, the smile gradually fading from her face, replaced by a cold glare.
She simply stared at the tightly closed brown wooden door.
She thought they were better than her?
She didn’t think so.
*
After two days locked away, Hannah finally emerged that night.
The sudden opening of the door startled the four people waiting outside.
Before they could even ask about the progress of their song, Hannah rushed out.
Her hair was somewhat disheveled, her face looked noticeably paler than before, a sight that tugged at the heartstrings.
However, she appeared to be oblivious to this. As soon as she saw someone, she asked, "Where’s the mirror? Never mind, look at me, do I have pimples on my face? Any red veins in my eyes – why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t tell me I’ve grown a beard?"
"Hannah, calm down a bit." Lucy Taylor was left feeling dizzy by the barrage.
Hannah, however, remained lost in her own world, expressing faux sadness, "I was wrong, I wasn’t caring enough for my beautiful face these past two days, it must be angry."
"Fine, fine, it’s all my fault. I will make it up to it in the future, I won’t ever neglect it again."
Lucy Taylor was stunned.
What even was this situation?!
Has she really gone mad after being shut in for two days?!
Once Lucy Taylor collected herself, she promptly asked, "Hannah, did you finish writing the song?"
She had already prepared for the worst. If Hannah hadn’t finished it, she would borrow a song from the company.
That’s better than nothing.
Hannah let out a soft sigh, shook her head, her long, curved eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly landing on a petal.
Lucy Taylor was taken aback, her voice unintentionally soft, "So... you didn’t finish it."
Hannah glanced at her, her dark eyes rippling. As she touched her delicate porcelain-white face, she softly said, "Whether or not it’s finished isn’t important, the important thing is rescuing my haggard face."
Lucy Taylor: "..."
"Hannah, can you stop acting so crazy!"
She was nearing her own breaking point.
Hannah looked around and turned her attention to Sunny Lee, "Do you have a mirror?"
Just as Sunny was about to respond, she was shot a glance by Lucy Taylor.
At this crucial moment, she’s still indulging Hannah’s madness?
Hannah frowned, "Why are you glaring at her? You’ll age quicker if you keep getting angry."
Lucy Taylor took a deep breath, "Hannah, what about the song?"
Hannah, using the mirror Sunny had covertly slipped her, sighed in relief knowing her face was still perfect, "It’s done, it’s in there."
After saying so, Hannah continued examining herself in the mirror, sighing occasionally.
"You’ve been wronged, my poor face."
Lucy Taylor quickly ran into the room where Hannah confined herself for two days.
The room was in utter chaos, paper covered with writing strewn all over the floor, the computer still on, running a music software that was unfamiliar to Lucy Taylor.
A rhythmic melody flowed from the computer.
There were no lyrics, but the melody was memorable enough, stirring up one’s blood.
Lucy Taylor knelt on the floor and picked up a piece of paper, only to realize it was filled with lyrics written by Hannah.
