This prompted others to reflect as well.


    Even if Evie had indeed left her roomte at night, how could she have stolen Giana’s draft if Giana’s door was presumably closed?


    Giana’s assistant added, “Actually,st night, when I left Giana’s room, I didn’t shut the doorpletely.


    It’s possible Evie used that moment to slip inside.


    ”


    The scenario sounded a bit far-fetched but still seemed within the realm of possibility.


    Doubt continued to hover around Evie.


    Madisyn gave a wryugh.


    “So, Evie supposedly left her roomte at night, managed to find Giana’s room exactly, and by chance, the door was left slightly open.


    She then entered, stumbled upon Giana’s handwritten draft, quickly memorized it, and the next day performed it even better than Giana could.


    ”


    Each part of the story might seem feasible alone, butbined, they grew more and more unlikely.


    The audience shared doubtful looks.


    It all seemed too far-fetched!


    “But in my opinion, Giana’s rendition was better,” Erica argued.


    Giana’s assistant quickly added, “I agree.


    Giana’s performance was the superior one.


    ”


    The audience stayed quiet; assessments of performances are often subjective.


    “Alright, Giana, exin to us-what is the core message of these lyrics?” Madisyn inquired.


    Giana responded confidently, “The song is about how heartbroken I felt when the man I loved for so long chose someone else without warning.


    It hurt, but I still hoped he’d be happy in his new love.


    ”


    Her exnation matched the apparent meaning of the lyrics.


    “The way Giana describes it seems correct.


    I don’t see any discrepancies,” someone in the audiencemented.


    “Yes, it certainly seems like a sad song.


    ”


    The audience members echoed this sentiment one by one.


    Giana experienced a wave of gratification, wondering what Madisyn’s next move would be.


    Madisyn said, “Are you sure about that?”


    “Absolutely,” Giana affirmed.


    “But these lyrics aren’t just about being heartbroken and sending good wishes.


    They’re about the agony of getting rid of a jerk and eventually embracing a new beginning!” Madisyn stated emphatically.


    Giana scoffed.


    “Madisyn, you’re twisting things to suit your story.


    ”


    “You don’t believe it? Then examine the first letter of each line in the lyrics and see for yourself,” Madisyn suggested, turning to the judges.


    One judge quickly checked and read, “Lucky to lose you, jerk, go to hell.novelbin


    ”