The first three acts to take the stage were the kind that completely bombed.
A few of the teams that came on later were decent enough—they followed the rules, at the very least.
The compositions had no real high points, but the singers coordinated well enough. Compared to the chaotic messes from before, they were at least listenable.
Still, no one was particularly satisfied.
This was a selection for the top twenty, not the top hundred!
If this were for the top hundred, an ordinary but fundamentally flawless performance with no glaring mistakes would have been enough to avoid a low score.
But… this was for the top twenty.
How could the twenty composers selected from so many races across the entire Interstellar be such an unremarkable bunch?
So, the judges and the audience grew harsher.
Even after seven or eight acts had finished, they had barely cast any of their votes.
As for the judges' scores, not a single team had managed to break 90 points yet.
