Slender hands, pale in her nervousness clung desperately onto the headset as she sang to the microphone covered by a screen to filter her voice. Today was the day she was to record her song, the debut song she herself had written.
I don't know how I could carry on
And it's so hard 'cause it's something I can't control…
Don't ask me—
Startled, Anjee looked up to meet Ken Han in the eye. The president was standing on the other side of the glass and was frowning at her.
"Anjee, you are too tensed. I want you to sing the same way you did when you recorded the demo tape."
"Sorry," she apologized as she bit her lower lip. "I'll try."
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