After Divorce

Chapter 57 Talent Scout

They popped into their favorite little lounge bar with the live house band setting up to play. The trio were regulars here, so the owner gave them a friendly nod as they slumped into a cozy booth in the main hall instead of opting for a private room.

Heads turned as the stunning trio walked in; they were used to the attention and shrugged it off with ease. 

“So, what do you think?” Juliet pondered, remembering something important, “When your brother’s back in town and his concert’s all set, we should totally snag some tickets.”

“When have I ever let you down with tickets? Don’t worry, you’ll get them,” was the reassuring reply.

Their eyes drifted to the band warming up. Juliet pointed at the lead singer, “If I remember correctly, wasn’t that guy on the keyboard before? What’s he doing as the lead now? Did the old singer leave?”

Kelly, familiar with the scene, quipped, “Yeah, their former lead took off with another group last month, leaving them shorthanded. This guy’s got the best chops of the bunch, so he stepped up to the mic.”

Juliet turned to Sylvia, “Hey, how about you give it a shot? With your brother being who he is, I bet he’ll want more than just a new song from you. You might end up singing a duet.”

Sylvia’s eyes widened in utter disbelief. Juliet chuckled, caught off guard by her own guess which turned out startlingly accurate. “Wanna give it a try first?”

Sylvia mulled it over but dismissed the idea. “Nah, my brother’s the main act, not me. I’ve had my share of the spotlight,” she reasoned.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“But come on, perform a couple of songs for them. Notice how their eyes are practically glued to you? You used to help them out with a song or two back in the day,” Juliet nudged.

Back when they used to hang out here more frequently, they had watched the band for years. Sylvia occasionally got the itch to perform, and whenever she did, the place would make a killing.

While Juliet and Sylvia were talking, Kelly noticed something off about the band members on stage, a single glance screaming untold stories. They weren’t running a charity here; patience for problems wasn’t in abundant supply.

But because they knew each other, Kelly mentioned it. Catching the eye of the lead singer, a connection was made, and Sylvia felt a sudden urge to stand.

As she approached the stage, the excitement among the band was palpable–they had thought Sylvia wouldn’t bother with them anymore, not after so many years. But here she was, ready to step up.

Once on stage, Sylvia took the mic, and the regular lead humbly returned to his keys. The crowd was always here for a good time, not particularly fussed with who was performing. But swapping in a more glamorous lead singer definitely captured their attention.

It’s a lounge bar, a classy joint. Nothing outrageous would happen here, everyone was just getting their dose of surprise entertainment.

Sylvia figured singing someone else’s songs could be complicated and decided to perform her brother’s hits instead. The band, having backed her up countless times, knew exactly what to expect and played along perfectly. As the music started, the crowd ignited in anticipation of Bulk’s famed tracks.

Bulk, a global megastar, had a massive fan following. And right here in this lounge bar, they could feel the magnitude of his stardom through just a song’s intro. As Sylvia began to sing, her exquisite voice filled the room. The song, one she had crafted for Bulk, resonated perfectly with the audience, fans or not, stirring excitement all around.

“Wow, that’s Bulk’s pull for you–electrifying every room, like we’re at his concert or something!” someone marveled as Sylvia single–handedly took the lounge’s vibe to new heights.

The owner, recognizing the familiar voice, hurried out from his office. Seeing Sylvia on stage, he nodded in understanding–no wonder it’s become so lively all of a sudden.

After blessing the bar with two of Bulk’s songs, Sylvia stepped down to a ripple of questions, confirming to the curious that indeed, she was a devoted fan. Within half an hour, she’d exchanged contacts with at least twenty new friends, all bonded by their love for Bulk

Cornered by the crowd, Kelly and Juliet watched, amused at Sylvia’s newfound popularity.

Finally, when the last of the excited fans dissipated, Sylvia, just about to quench her thirst, was approached by a gentleman with glasses.

“Hello, ma’am, I’m Harold, a talent scout. I saw your performance–that was something special. Ever thought about breaking into the entertainment industry? With your talent, I can assure you could make waves in the music world–your success could match even Bulk’s,

he proposed, seeing star potential in Sylvia’s casual showcase.