CHAPTER 30: DEVIL TRAINING

A group of people sat together, discussed each person’s part, and then returned to their dorms. Before leaving, Mia Sutton smiled and said, "Have a good sleep tonight."

The group of girls thought Mia was showing concern for them, which almost moved them to tears, completely unaware that they might not be able to sleep well for a while.

When Mia left the practice room, she saw the forgotten milk tea on the side. She curved her lips into a slight smile, then picked it up and walked to the nearby trash can.

Her beautiful fingertips released, and the milk tea landed in the trash can with a thud.

Mia clapped her hands, satisfied, and walked away.

Trash belongs in the trash can!

Shirley Golden had no idea how foolish her decision to leave was.

Starting the next day, Mia began pulling people to practice. Vivian Summers was transferred from the vocal group. Initially, it was thought she’d just be a bystander, but surprisingly, her singing was quite good. That was an unexpected delight.

Speaking of which, before coming to the program, Vivian was basically an amateur. She was scouted and then sent to the program.

However, the songs chosen by the company didn’t suit her; they didn’t allow her to unleash her true abilities. Moreover, she hadn’t undergone professional training, so she had a lot of potential.

During this period, apart from mealtime, one could hardly see Mia’s group, not even at night.

They spent the entire day from morning till night, basically staying in the practice room. Hungry, they’d go out to eat; tired, they’d lean against the wall or just collapse on the floor for a nap.

It felt like they were about to become isolated from the world.

Every day, you could hear their wails, as if pigs were being slaughtered.

Although they wailed day after day, not a single person said they were quitting practice. After wailing, they’d continue practicing, and when exhausted from practice, they’d wail again, like an indomitable cockroach.

In short, they were filled with a determination not to be outdone.

Sometimes, Lynn Joyner would come by, quietly bringing food for Mia while also teaching them some moves and helping correct mistakes.

Honestly, everyone in the group was amazed by Mia. She was practically superhuman! Those moves, those high notes, were they even possible for normal people?

As time passed day by day, their movements became more and more fluid, and the wails in the practice room grew less frequent.

They dared to believe that the show was definitely going to be a hit, and Mia would undoubtedly become popular!

Tomorrow is the last day; the day after tomorrow is the performance. Mia told everyone to go back and rest. They’ve practiced long enough, and it’s time to relax a bit because balance is key.

During practice, Mia never used her phone. It was always on silent, set aside. She bent down, took a sip of water, and then picked up her phone.

She saw two missed calls, both labeled: Mr. Sterling.

On WeChat, there was a little red dot. She tapped it open, and a man’s voice message came through softly.

"Are you busy? Call me back when you’re done."

Mia finished her water, set the bottle aside, and then dialed someone’s number. The person on the other end, seemingly available, answered quickly.

"Mr. Sterling, were you looking for me?"

"Yes." After a pause, the person on the other end asked, "Have you been busy lately?"

Mia lazily sat on a nearby chair, ran her fingers through her hair hanging by her ear, and then said, "Yeah, the first stage performance is coming up, practicing day and night."

Jensen Sterling held his phone. He could even hear the breathing of the person on the other end, likely just finished practicing dance. The young girl’s breath was somewhat unsteady.