The True Heiress Slays (Quiana) novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124

Chapter 124

“The next performer is Quiana from Stellar Entertainment.”

By this time, over fifty people had already been evaluated and seated. The announcement finally rang through the venue, and the mentors perked up. Steven whispered, “Actually, I’ve been looking forward to her the most today!”

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Not just the mentors, but many others were also eagerly anticipating her performance. However, a significant portion of the audience was hoping to see Quiana embarrass herself.

The lights came up, and Quiana in black workwear stepped out from backstage. Her skin was porcelain–white, her features sharply defined and exquisite, her figure tall and commanding.

She wore no extra adornments, not even makeup, standing in the spotlight with a striking and beautiful presence that made all the other girls in the venue pale in comparison for a moment. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

“I’ve always said I’m very pretty, but seeing her, I realize what true beauty is…” Viola whispered, her voice filled with awe.

“Thank goodness this isn’t a beauty contest,” Luna murmured; her eyes wide.

“Who knows if she’s had work done.” someone else whispered, casting a skeptical glance.

Jocelyn narrowed her eyes and picked up the microphone. “What are you going to perform, Quiana?”

Quiana spoke slowly, her voice steady and confident. “Singing.”

These mentors were all veterans in the singing and dancing circle. Eric raised an eyebrow, a challenging look in his eyes. “We hope you have the talent to prove us wrong!”

Ryan stared at Quiana; his eyes intense. “Then you’re in for a surprise.”

Lucy, watching from the backstage monitor, sneered. “I can’t wait to see what kind of mess you make!”

Others also watched the screen intently. It was an a cappella performance, with no music. Quiana took the microphone and began to sing slowly. “The gods have abandoned us, leaving behind a flicker of light.”

Her voice, low and resonant, echoed through the venue via the microphone, ethereal and dreamlike, as if it came from. another world, piercing through the bodies and souls of the listeners, making them tremble.

Jocelyn and the others, who hadn’t taken Quiana seriously, were suddenly stunned, their eyes widening as they stared at her

on stage.

“The golden feathers of the Phoenix, shrieking as they break through the prison gates.”

It sounds as if it comes from ancient times, deep and resonant.

“Listen! The Phoenix cries, lamenting the world’s greed, anger, delusion, and resentment.”

The voice shifts seamlessly from low to high, clear and bright, without a single pause.

Whether the lyrics or the melody, it was as if the universe and the stars had been brought down, pulling the audience into a world of collapsing heavens and shattered earth.

The performance was oppressive, dark, filled with roars and struggles, as if playing out right before their eyes, shaking their

souls to the core.

Everyone was in a daze, not even realizing when the song had ended. After a long moment, someone finally snapped out of it. “Was that really Quiana singing?” they asked, their voice filled with disbelief.

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‘Who had bet that Quiana couldn’t sing? This was simply mind–blowing they thought.

In the backstage area, Viola and the others, who had been mocking and ridiculing Quiana moments ago, were now filled with disbelief. “How is this possible…” Viola whispered, her eyes wide with shock.

“The high notes she hit were something even the Queen of High Notes, Louise Fowler, couldn’t achieve! Viola thought.

Lucy’s hand gripping the microphone turned white, her face ashen, like she had swallowed a fly. “I can’t believe it,” she muttered, her voice trembling.

Eric was the first to regain his voice, rubbing his arms. “I got goosebumps all over…” he said, his voice tinged with awe.

Eric thought, ‘Whether it was the low notes, high notes, or the transitions in her voice, everything was so smooth and perfect that it was flawless! It must have taken at least a decade of practice to achieve this level:

Ryan’s expression was both excited and smug. “I told you she was amazing, didn’t I?” he said, a hint of pride in his voice.

Jocelyn still had the lingering echoes in her ears, her eyes wide with shock. “I have to admit, I underestimated her,” she admitted, her voice filled with regret.

I can’t help but feel…” Steven muttered, his voice filled with wonder. “She doesn’t belong on this stage.”

All the contempt Alex had felt for Quiana vanished instantly. “How long have you been practicing those high notes?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

‘She wasn’t just singing; she was creating a world, enveloping the audience in its despair and struggle, branding it into their hearts. Her presence was powerful, defiant, and overwhelming. It was like being there in person!” Alex thought.