Chapter 92: Popularity Contest (1)
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Sitting in a dark room by himself, the only light that shone on the elder man’s face was the one coming from the TV. On the screen flashed bright colors of lights and even more colorful stage outfits. The music was blasting from the speakers near the TV. The neighbors were knocking on the man’s door but he ignored them completely. He stared at the screen, unmoving, unblinking… As if he was mesmerized by the man that dance and sang so carelessly, so freely…
But the elder man that stared at the screen way crying… The tears that trickled down his face made the already miserable situation seem even more so.
As the live broadcast of the concert ended, the elder man stood up and turned on the lights. He turned off the TV completely, not interested in it
