Ling Momo came to her senses, nodded, and candidly admitted, "It really was unexpected—I never thought the Lyricist Award would be mine."
"Miss Ling truly deserved this trophy. The line ’Loving you is like a belief, devoutly wounded everywhere’ has already captivated countless listeners and also shocked our jury, so we unanimously elected Miss Ling as this year’s Best Lyricist."
Hearing these words, Momo felt somewhat uneasy; those lyrics had been written for her by Enson, originally thinking they were exceptionally classic, yet these simple words had now won her the grand prize at the music festival.
"Miss Ling is indeed a woman of both talent and beauty, not only singing a good song but also crafting excellent lyrics!" Latest content published on novel⚑fire.net
The sincere praise from the host made Momo slightly embarrassed as she blushed, accepted the award, bowed deeply, and then walked off the stage.
Thus far, the music festival had been going on, and now only two awards remained to be given out.
One for the Most Popular Male Singer, and one for the Most Popular Female Singer.
In other words, the male and female monarchy of the music industry—the top king and queen.
The ultimate dream of every music star!
The award ceremony had unfolded over four hours, and the host asked everyone to rest for half an hour at the climax.
All the stars, guarded by security, headed to the tightly secured area behind the stadium to touch up their makeup or change their outfits.
Momo first went to the restroom where she couldn’t help but take out her phone and send Enson a WeChat message: "Did you watch tonight’s music festival?"
Soon, a reply arrived on her phone, Enson: "I did, congratulations, Best Lyricist."
Momo’s heart warmed slightly, realizing Enson was actually paying attention to the award ceremony at this time. She curved her lips into a smile and quickly replied, "Come on, don’t tease me anymore; by rights, this award should belong to you!"
After sending that, Momo added another message: "Humph, but my ’Forgive’ got second place in the Golden Songs."
"I saw that." Enson sent a congratulatory emoji.
Momo bit her lower lip, then continued, "It surpassed Jian Chenxi!"
After sending the message, Momo suddenly thought of Chen Wanru. Her previously jubilant expression now turned somewhat desolate, seeing Enson’s reply: "Impressive!" Momo sighed and no longer felt the desire to continue chatting with Enson. After all, the number one Golden Song should’ve been Sister Wanru’s; she should have been third.
That is, if those scandals hadn’t surfaced.
Momo walked out of the restroom and observed the lavishly dressed, cheerful men and women. The winners feigned modesty with their pride, while those who didn’t win were excessively flattering the winners, scenes that brought a sense of mockery to Momo’s heart.
This circle is truly fickle... Chen Wanru, the queen of the music industry for ten years, now utterly forgotten by everyone!
Indeed... not just this circle, but this world works just the same, doesn’t it?
Who will remember your past glory and brilliance? Even if you once bloomed with pride, once you wither, no one will pay you any mind again!