She still had a few die-hard fans and with her good looks and carefully chosen sexy high-slit dress.
The crowd cheered louder for her than for the previous singers.
She was pleased with the response, and I could see the smug satisfaction on her face.
Go ahead, enjoy your moment. In just one minute, that smile will be gone.
As expected, Kelly missed the beat on her very first line.
The music had already moved several beats ahead by the time she picked up the microphone.
And then, disaster struck.
Her voice was dry and raspy like she hadn't had a drop of water in days.
She was utterly offbeat, missing every cue.
She sang loudly, trying to make up for it by striking poses and batting her eyes at the audience.
I saw the crowd staring in shock, their mouths agape, unable to believe that this was Kelly singing.
The show's staff looked panicked as if they wanted to rush onto the stage and drag her off.
The band members were frowning deeply, struggling to match her timing but finding it impossible.
Kelly wasn't even listening to the accompaniment; she was just doing her own thing.