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    When the final tally revealed Rosanna’s score of 6.58, the air around her seemed to freeze. Her face drained of color.


    She had known her performance was shaky, but standing there, it felt like the floor beneath her was about to give way.


    It was over.


    Rosanna locked her gaze on the screen, her body trembling with the effort not to fall apart.


    There was no way she could face the fans waiting for her.


    She had spent countless hours rehearsing in the private studio Vince had arranged, but when it counted, everything unraveled. She copsed into a chair backstage, grabbed her phone with trembling hands, and logged onto Twitter.


    She couldn’t let the fanbase she had worked so hard to build slip away just like that.


    “I apologize for letting everyone down. I truly am sorry. It was the first time I discovered that Maia is actuallyposer K, and I was overwhelmed by shock and excitement, which affected my performance. I’ve put in so much effort, but this is all I was able to show. I know I must have disappointed all of you. I had secretly practiced a new piece, hoping to surprise everyone with a perfect performance. Unfortunately, everything was too rushed this time. But no matter what happens, I…”


    She would not give up on singing. “Thank you all for the support and trust you’ve given me along the way.”


    Once Rosanna’s post went live, waves of fans flooded thement section. Some rushed tofort her, while others shifted the me onto Maia, using her of manipting Rosanna and ruining the performance.


    It was nothing short of a circus.


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    In Maxwell’s eyes, Rosanna could have taught a masterss in fake tears and heartfelt monologues.


    Justiceze wasted no time, dropping a sharpment: “Putting on a full-blown soap opera now, huh?”


    Soon, a crowd of fed-up viewers rallied behind thatment. The likes shot past a thousand, and the replies kept piling up. “Is the Morgan family secretly running a drama club? Rosanna sure knows how to y the poor little victim!”


    “She knows she’s about to get kicked out, so now she’s scrambling for a pity card. ‘Secretly practiced a new song’? Did she really? If she had been as well-prepared as she imed, the performance wouldn’t have been so awful.”


    “Bad is bad. No need for a wall of text. Same pity routine every time. Can she at least try something original?”


    Meanwhile, the official results for the first round came in. Despite everything, Rosanna barely scraped by inst ce. Her score edged out the next contestant by a measly 0.1 points.


    “Wonderful! Rosanna made it through!” Tears streamed down Sandra’s face, her excitement overwhelming her as she released a deep breath of relief.


    A bit of color returned to Richard’s face, though the tension still lingered in his eyes.


    Meanwhile, Jarrod remained quiet, sinking deeper into thought.


    As for Vince, he never once looked away from Maia, his gaze locked on her with strange intensity.


    Back on Twitter, Rosanna quickly posted again: “I’m beyond lucky. Blessed to have fans like you, and lucky enough to move on to the next round. I promise I’ll give it my all next time!”


    The fandom exploded with cheers and congrattions.


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