Now, I was even more excited than she was.

"Kelly, they actually invited you! This is an incredible opportunity; you have to seize it!"

She clutched the invitation tightly.

"Yes, with my talent, if I participate in this show, I'll definitely reach new heights of fame."

I nodded.

"Absolutely. I just confirmed with the production team that there are several famous international singers this season. If you beat them, you'll become a global sensation!

"Kelly, don't forget about me when you're famous. I still need to stick around with you."

She patted my cheek.

"Don't worry. As long as you keep writing songs for me, Rachel, you'll definitely get your share of the rewards."

I nearly cursed out loud.

"She's so stingy. Despite my hard work and dedication in writing those songs, she only paid me a thousand dollars per song.

And she had the nerve to act like she was being generous." I thought.

"Just so you know, it's only because you're my sister. Otherwise, I wouldn't even look at the trash you write. I'm just giving you a way to make a living."

"Haha!

She had bought songs from other people, including some so-called big-name producers.

But none of them made a splash because only I understood her." I thought.

Each song was custom-made for her, and I even recorded most of them myself. That's why every song became a hit.

She thought it was her talent, but I knew the truth. It was my songs that were the real winners.

Kelly excitedly accepted the show's invitation, and the next day, she headed to the venue with her team.

On the way, she scrolled through the news on her phone, pleased with the trending topics her team had bought for her.

Those bought-and-paid-for fans were showering her with praise.

Netizen 1: [Wow, Kelly finally has a chance to prove herself.]

Netizen 2: [Yeah, this is the stage our superstar deserves.]

Netizen 3: [The show finally invited the right person. Kelly is about to become a global icon, a star in her own league.]

Kelly's smile was so wide it practically stretched off her face, but I knew soon she'd be unable to smile at all.

During the rehearsal, Kelly was dismissive.

"Do I really need to rehearse? With all these years of performance experience, Director, I think I'll skip it."

The production team obviously didn't agree, but they carefully explained.

"Ms. Edwards, this is a global live broadcast. There's no room for mistakes, and you'll only have one chance to sing. If you don't rehearse and something goes wrong...

"And Rachel here has been rehearsing seriously."

Kelly cut him off, annoyed.

"You think I'll mess up? That's ridiculous. You've heard me sing before.

"With my talent, I'll blow those foreign singers out of the water. I don't need to rehearse."

The staff member wanted to persuade her further, but I quickly ushered them out.

I couldn't let them convince Kelly to rehearse. If she did, the production team might even replace her at the last minute, and that would ruin everything.

Kelly continued to scroll through her phone, lost in the false adoration of those fake fans.

Ha!

While she was distracted, I sneaked into the studio to watch the other singers rehearse.

Each one was more focused than the last, even the 50-year-old veteran diva.

I remembered how, in my past life, after the show aired, everyone praised her, calling her the guardian of Meriodland's music industry, the last bastion of dignity for Meriodland's music scene.

She single-handedly held her own against several foreign competitors.

I had to admit, I respected her for that. She worked incredibly hard.

But this time, I was here to help her.

Kelly's manager also came to watch the other singers rehearse. Her face turned grim, and she immediately went to Kelly's dressing room.

She tried everything to convince Kelly to watch the rehearsals, but Kelly remained unmoved.

"You're out of your mind. My presence on this show is already a favor to them, and you want me to rehearse?"

She didn't care about her singing at all; her entire focus was on her appearance.

She was obsessed with how revealing her outfit should be and how to dress sexily.

In her own words.

"I want to capture everyone's attention at first glance, so they can't help but vote for me."

What a shallow mindset.

A true singer should be focused on delivering a captivating performance to win over the audience's ears.

But Kelly was only concerned with how she looked, trying to grab their attention.

The show's staff kept reminding her to check out the rehearsals, but she ignored them completely.

In the end, they had no choice but to give up.

When the competition officially began, Kelly remained utterly unfazed.

Everyone around her was sweating with nerves, but she calmly blew on her freshly painted nails.

The first two foreign singers performed flawlessly, as steady as a recording.

Kelly smirked.

"Did you hear that? They say it's a live broadcast with no audio enhancements, but you can clearly tell they're just playing pre-recorded tracks. I wouldn't be surprised if they were lip-syncing."

"Idiot." I cursed her.

"Their steady performance was a result of their skill and hard work during rehearsals.

And her?" I thought.

Ha!