She clicked into the poll and noticed that she was in second place.
As she scrolled through her phone, she realized that she had received countless messages from people she knew.
[Ivy, you got famous! I'm so happy for you! Your votes are high, and they are still going up! You are definitely going to be the queen of the popularity poll! I heard that the person who gets first place gets to sign a contract with the station! I envy you, Ivy!] Meredith typed.
Andrea wrote. [Before the poll even started, you've already gathered countless supporters! I envy you!]
[Ivy, I saw the replay of your show, and you've made bigger progress than I anticipated. Hard work will never fail you, and I hope that this motivates you to keep up the hard work in the future!] A message from her lecturer read.
Meanwhile, Harry also texted her. [Get some rest during the day, Ivy. I assume that there will be a lot of people watching you tonight! Good luck!]
Ivy replied to each and every one of them, before silencing her phone and closing her eyes to force herself to go to sleep.
...
Andrea was furious when she saw Ivy's reply.
[You are great as well, Andrea.]
Though Ivy was not being sarcastic, her response still stung Andrea's pride. She could not even tolerate Ivy's presence.
"Work hard. More and more people will fall in love with you," the director said. "Go through the script, and if you need some parts changed to help with the flow, I can do that for you."
"Sure. Thank you."
At two-fifty in the morning, Andrea's show ended, and she walked straight toward Ivy when she returned backstage.
"Ivy, I forgot to tell you that someone sent a bouquet for you when I came to work. You weren't around at the time, so I signed the delivery for you."
Ivy was surprised. "A bouquet? Where is it?"
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