Her mind started working overtime. She felt that she had to win the audition by hook or by crook! If she let this opportunity slip through her fingers, then she would be miserable.

Judy's light footsteps could be heard as she emerged from the bathroom. She flopped back on her seat and looked at Elma curiously.

Elma was wearing her headphones and Listening to her music. She Lowered her head, insinuating that she did not wish to engage in conversation. However, Judy noticed that she hadn't drunk anything all this while.

“Surely she must be thirsty after waiting for so long!" Judy murmured.

Since she and Rylee were now friends, Judy didn't think that Rylee would mind what she was going to do. So she picked up the tumbler and poured some tea into a paper cup, and then she offered it to Elma.

“Are you thirsty? Would you like to have some tea?" she asked amiably. Elma paled upon hearing her words.

“No, I don't want it!" Elma rasped hysterically.

Upon realizing that her response was too intense, Elma added softly, “Thank you, but I'm not thirsty."

“Eh, okay..."

Judy was gob smacked by her reaction.

She withdrew her hand cautiously and stared down at the tea in the cup. It was inappropriate to pour it back into the tumbler. It was also a pity to waste it. So after a moment's hesitation, she drank it.

Rylee finally finished her audition in the recording room.

When she came out, Francis and Hanna walked up to her.

Like Hanna, she was thrilled to learn that she was blessed with the opportunity to sing for Francis’ documentary. Losing the opportunity to sing for the movie didn't seem to matter that much anymore. Francis had hired her to sing for his popular documentary and that was a huge scoop.

She agreed instantly and began to chat with Francis joyfully. Suddenly, they heard a loud sound of something smashing coming from the waiting area.

Everyone turned in the direction of the sound and found that Judy was coughing violently.

“What's wrong with her? Is she all right?" Rylee exclaimed, shocked. She then noticed that her tumbler was lying on the floor. Meanwhile,

Judy kept coughing up some brown Liquid.

“What's wrong? Do you have a stomachache? Does it hurt? Should I call an ambulance?"

Elma asked with feigned concern.

“My throat... It... It hurts..." Judy raised her head and struggled to get the words out. What a shock!

Her voice sounded cracked, obscure and hoarse.

Obviously it was difficult for her to even speak. Anyone who heard her voice would realize that she would not be able to sing with a husky, broken voice like that.

“Judy, open your mouth!" Maria rushed to Judy and turned on the flashlight of her phone.