Andy stared blankly at the stage. Every idol up there shone like a fresh blade of grass, but in his eyes, it was as if only one flower was in bloom.
The girls around him were screaming nonstop. He pressed his lips together, almost instinctually, raising his camera, hands trembling as he tried to steady them.
Joshua...
At that moment, Joshua suddenly stepped into the center position. The bunny ears on his head were gone, but the little tail behind his pants remained. His deep V-neck collar revealed a glimpse of his pale chest.
He parted his lips—and began to sing.
It was the bridge.
His voice flowed out—husky yet sweet, smooth and drawn-out, like honey poured into a trap, luring everyone in.
