deep meditation

The crowd wouldn't stop cheering and roaring with excitement.

Dante stepped forward, still holding his bass, and took the microphone again.

"What did you think of the performance?" His question was met with shouts of excitement and many requests to repeat the song.

"Unfortunately, we can't repeat the song," Dante put on a very sad face. "Remember, this is a competition, and we need to decide a winner."

"That's true."

"Wow! I'd forgotten about that!"

"Well, I don't think it'll be hard to figure out who won."

Everyone started talking and whispering among themselves.

"All contestants, please come up," Dante invited the other participants to the stage, but no one wanted to.

Even Shen Huiliang refused to go up.

Her words were: "I admit defeat. There's no other contestant who could win this competition besides Ben."

Everyone nodded and accepted her words.