No Stylist, No Problem      

Felice blinked, her gaze shifting to Jaxton before arching a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

"I don't know the kid yet," she said, her tone sending a shiver through the room. "I'll refrain from commenting until I see him perform."

Jaxton's confident grin faltered, and he quickly looked down, realizing his mistake. He had almost forgotten that Felice had just arrived and hadn't had a chance to familiarize herself with the trainees yet.

Embarrassed, he gave a sheepish nod, while the other judges exchanged amused glances.

"Alright, Trainee Riku, please come to the stage!" the host announced, and the crowd immediately buzzed with excitement.

"I've heard he's the one with insane rap skills," someone whispered.

"Yeah, he's definitely going to rap again. But it's not just about rapping today — it's about stage presence and charisma."