Arianaâs brow furrowed.
Something felt off.
The vocal coach provided by the production team should have been here by now.
Without the vocal coach, they couldnât move to the next stage.
Without delay, Ariana decided to step outside to find out what was going on.
She approached the person in charge and asked politely, âExcuse me, but where is the vocal coach for our team? They were supposed to be here by now.
â
The person in charge seemed nonchalant as he responded, âAll the vocal coaches from the production team are already booked by other teams.
Youâll have to make your own arrangements.
â
âWhat?â Ariana was taken aback and her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
She pulled out the programâs schedule and said, âBut we had already booked Mr.
Jacob Faustin, and the production team approved it.
Why isnât he here?â
The person in charge glanced at the schedule and casually explained, âItâs not the production teamâs fault.
Mr.
Faustin had a sudden change in his schedule, and heâs fully booked now.
Since heâs unavailable, the production team canât help.
Youâll need to deal with it yourselves.
â
When the person finished talking and left, Ariana heard familiar voices near the entrance.
She walked over and saw Jacob talking to a well-dressed male agent from another team.
The male agent had a striking figure in his sharp, well-tailored suit.
He stood tall and lean, his hair was neatly slicked back, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses.
The light caught his features just right, highlighting the contours of his side profile.
Ariana identified the man as a representative from Rollingrock Media, a company known for managing B-list and C-list artists.
They were widely regarded as the top contender in the competition as they boasted abundant resources, strong qualifications, and stayed at the forefront of industry trends.
Also, during the live broadcast the previous day, some lesser-known artists had already shown up to support them, further solidifying their status.
Ariana overheard Jacobâs words to the male agent, delivered with a friendly smile.
âOkay, I understand.
Iâll be depending on your support from no
w on.
â
This left Ariana with an uneasy feeling, as she sensed that the male agent was trying to lure Jacob away from their team.
Suppressing her dissatisfaction, she approached Jacob and asked politely, âMr.
Faustin, wasnât the production team supposed to assign you to our team? Why are you.
.
?â
Jacob interrupted her, gave her a dismissive look, and said, âI requested to switch to the production team.
Youâll need to find a replacement.
â
Arianaâs expression grew cold as she retorted, âYou should know that the production team plans everything ahead.
If youâve changed teams, there wonât be a ready replacement.
â
Jacob shrugged indifferently.
âThatâs not my business.
Iâve switched, and youâll have to sort yourself out.
â Jacob said nonchalantly, not even bothering to give Ariana another glance.
Arianaâs demeanor turned cold as she said, âYour actions arenât fair.
Changing teams last-minute without notice and leaving us to find a replacement isnât going to reflect well if it becomes public.
â