"WE NEED AMERICA'S GOT TALENT THIS!" Ling Yue's voice echoed like thunder inside the room, and only when he said it aloud did he realize that no one had any idea what that was. He froze as he turned to face the pairs of eyes staring at him.
"America's what? What are you even saying?" Han Junhui asked him.
Ling Yue scratched the back of his head, knowing there was no turning back now because he had to explain what it was about in a way they would understand. "It's…" he coughed and tried to regain the last dignity he had left. "It's a massive talent show from my… It's no problem. But the point is…" He leaned forward, his eyes brightening with sudden inspiration.
"We don't have to stick to one talent. We could blend them like dance plus instruments and also some singing," he clapped his hands. "We will do something dynamic and something that no one would think of."
Their reactions were not what he had expected.
