Lydia Janis looked straight ahead.
Her eyes fierce, ruthless.
But in the next second, it seemed as if her phone's ringtone went off; she pulled out her phone, and the ruthlessness in her eyes dissipated in an instant, the ferocious aura around her vanishing completely.
Her face softened, harmlessly sweet, like an understanding older sister next door, "Hey, Dylan, what's up? Why did you call me?"
She spoke softly and laughed with the person on the other end of the phone, chatting for quite a while before hanging up.
The smile on her face remained, like a devil beyond redemption, lifting her phone and then gently kissing it.
Once the kiss ended,
Lydia Janis lifted her head again, her facial expression immediately back to the control one would expect in a scene.
She bowed to the judges, "My performance is over."
Director Philemon, sitting in his seat, applauded, "Your performance was truly exciting."
