The Show Must Go On Book Novels & Stories

I never expected to see Sean again, and certainly not at my personal fashion exhibition. He had lost a lot of weight, and his presence was worn down. When our eyes met, there was a strange look on his face, something between a laugh and a sob. It was almost absurd. By then, though, my heart had fully healed. I could once again stand beneath the spotlight and speak to the audience, with poise and confidence that had always been mine. I had already climbed out of the lowest point of my life. So, I named this exhibition “Rebirth”, a celebration not just of my work, but of my own revival.

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

Like a moth drawn to flame, I was stuck by his side for five whole years. The truth dawned on me now. A moment of warmth could never sustain everlasting love. Standing center stage, I drew a deep breath and earnestly introduced our smart microchip. The murmurs from the audience grew louder. Some shook their heads in pity. Patrick sat among the crowd, his intense eyes unreadable. At the end of my presentation, I stood there embarrassed as silence filled the air. Patrick turned to me with a scoff. “As I told you, you won’t stand a chance so long as I’m here.”

“I’ve got to go. I’ll see you on the other side, Book.” Unable to stifle the laugh rumbling in his throat, Booker shook his head. “You’ve always had a flair for the dramatics, my boy. It’s not a funeral. Leave Harley’s men to me. Now, go. Ya need to be out in the open. Don’t give ‘er a reason to move it inside, okay?”

Bold move. Ten picked a dramatic ballad. He didn’t dance much, but his expressive eyes and slow, emotional gestures had everyone hypnotized. He even mimed tears at the climax. Aron chose a funky retro pop track. He mimed playing instruments, spun like a musical theater star, and even threw in a finger gun or two. Night surprised everyone. He barely moved, just slowly mouthed the lyrics of a sensual R&B track while holding eye contact with the camera. Subtle. Dangerous. The room was stunned.

The crowd erupted in an uproar. Kenneth had not expected me to have a backup plan. He shouted angrily, "Don't believe her! She's a scheming woman who's always framing others!" "Really?" I shot back sarcastically. "The public isn't blind. Let them judge for themselves. Why are you getting so worked up all of a sudden?" As I spoke, I played the video on my phone. Burned once in my previous life, I had learned my lesson. This time around, I had befriended the banquet hall manager early on. Every move in the hall had been recorded from start to finish and downloaded onto my phone.

“B*stard, keep an eye on your woman! She’s actually asking for a return on the copyright for Hill Corporation’s microchip. It looks like she’s overconfident of her abilities.” Catherine raised her brows. Shaun glanced at her with a smile, yet his voice was icy. “I agree with my wife.” “Shaun, are you trying to make my blood boil?” Old Master Hill’s voice quaked. “Grandpa, I initially didn’t plan to act in such a heartless manner, but you guys are too cruel,” Shaun replied nonchalantly.

One year quickly passed leaving tons of questions and dramas, the TV adaptation of the first book of the three-part series is finally shown and it's immediately trended on social media. "Congratulations, Ms. Cela! You are now a certified blockbuster writer," Hyun said. "Thank you but I'm hardly a blockbuster writer so please stop saying that. Also, I don't want to hear those compliments that may lead to more work," Cela joked. "Got that," Hyun said. "But now you have no reason to decline blind dates and speed dating."