"You're... Mia?" Clare's face went pale.

Clare wanted to say something more, but Maria brushed past her and walked closer to the stage.

This time, Clare didn't dare to stop her.

“Hello, everyone. My name is Mia. Nice to meet you all," Maria addressed the crowd with a smile.

Everyone was familiar with Maria's face.

The traditional music circle was closely connected with the entertainment world, and they sometimes had the opportunity to collaborate.

But still, when Maria lowered her hood and revealed herself, everyone was stunned.

The first thing that shocked everyone was her dazzling beauty. It was only then they realized that she hadn't relied on any makeup or filter to look good on the big screen.

Her bare face was striking to see, even in real life.

At this moment, Atwood smiled with relief. From what he had observed so far, Maria was a humble and reasonable woman who didn't put on any airs.

As the initial shock wore off, murmurs of excitement began to pass through the crowd.

After all, Maria was a famous celebrity. Even if they were not a fan of hers, they were equally thrilled to see her in person.

Well, except for one person, who didn't appreciate Maria's presence here at all!

"Maria, what are you doing here?" Clare asked.

Her question made the majority of the people in the room, including

Atwood, frown.

The music score of the movie was composed entirely by Maria. Even in the music industry, it was common for composers to watch the rehearsals of their own work.

In fact, even if Maria acted like she was above everyone else and wanted them to make changes during the rehearsal, no one would speak against her.

After all, she was the original composer. She had the right to direct the performers according to her vision.

"Mr. Bradley, the CEO of Yeez Entertainment, invited me to come and watch the rehearsal. Do you have any problem with that?" Maria turned around and said indifferently.

Clare wanted to argue, but she was at a loss for words.

Not only was Maria the composer of the music score, but she had also been personally invited here by one of the hosts. Who could dare to have any objection to that?

At this time, someone in the crowd who had enough of Clare's arrogance, muttered, “Who does she think she is, huh? She is just a solo performer. How dare she question Maria!"

The voice was not loud, but everyone in the room heard those words clearly, including Clare.