Kane was glued to the screen.
"This young gal is something else!"
"She looks so pitiful."
Keira and Lenard, who had been following the livestream, were on pins and needles, their eyes fixed on the screen.
Lenard's current demeanor was a far cry from his earlier cockiness. His drink was now abandoned on the coffee table; he was sitting up straight, staring at Jeanette in disbelief.
There was no denying it, Jeanette's song had him rattled.
But right now, Jeanette was calmly looking up, then directly into the camera, announcing, "Up next, No More Wasted Tears! Thank you!"
As her words trailed off, amidst the cheers, the slow rhythm of the music started playing—
“Did you go through professional lying training?
You don't wipe your mouth after eating.
...
Feels like a wire in my brain just snapped
Whether it's kindness or stupidity
It's reached its limit
Loving you is a waste of time, hating you a waste of tears
Believing in your promises
I better believe in ghosts in this world
When you put on a pitiful face
Even shed some tears
I got things to do tomorrow
So, do me a favor and stay away”
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