If the production team had been crueler and let her stay on, she would have made an even bigger fool of herself, and the show would've gotten even more attention.
But that wasn't what the director wanted. He was after an actual musical competition, not controversy.
However, finding a last-minute replacement wasn't easy.
Especially after Kelly's disastrous performance, the more prominent names were even more hesitant to join.
The live format was too risky, and any mistakes would be exposed for all to see.
With the next live broadcast fast approaching, the director still hadn't found a suitable replacement.
Netizens were having a field day with memes, practically begging Rachel to bring someone in. They'd suggested nearly every famous singer, but no one was willing or available.
As the show faced the possibility of an empty slot, the director grew so stressed that he broke out in cold sores.
Finally, I stood before him.
"Sir, I can sing."
He looked at me like I was crazy.
"You? You're just an assistant. A celebrity assistant, no less, and to Kelly of all people. What can you sing?"
His disdain was apparent, but I understood.