The press conference hall was packed, every single seat filled. If the rows at the back were occupied by fans holding banners and hand signs, the front rows were taken by journalists and reporters from all sorts of media outlets.
Murmurs filled the small hall, but the moment the door beside the front stage opened, the chatter died, replaced by the rapid clicking of camera shutters, rapid-fire questions from reporters, and excited shouts from fans.
The girl they had all come to see since yesterday had finally arrived. Behind her stood the head of PR and the CEO of the label himself.
She wore a light blue midi dress, more modest and flowy than the one she had worn for her viral performance, yet no less elegant.
A podium was set up at the center of the stage, waiting for her. The entire time she walked toward it, camera flashes never stopped, yet her face remained lit with a faint smile, not a single hint of nervousness.
