"Sister Wan, why aren't you nervous at all?"
"Because she's strong enough! She knows she'll perform well, with no mistakes, and that the audience will love her performance, so it's confidence from the inside out!"
"But why did I stop being nervous after Sister Wan said just one sentence?"
"Maybe because... she gives us a sense of security?"
"..."
The girls, who just felt their hearts racing and irregular heartbeats, now either sat or lay down after Ye Wan said a few words. Some even lazily pulled out yoga mats and started stretching on them.
In the hallway separated by a single door, hurried footsteps and cheerful sounds occasionally rang out.
The girls pretended not to hear, not thinking about which acts in the second half might be strong or what scores the judges would give.
When a knock came on the dressing room door, the whispering girls quickly fell silent.
The staff pushed the door open, "Number 12, get ready, number 11 is already on stage."
