"Sigh... Every time I accompany these stars in their performances, I feel it's unfair. They clearly haven't even mastered the basics, yet the audience keeps cheering like crazy. They have no taste at all."
"Well, they're just lucky, aren't they? We've been learning dance since childhood, and still can't compare to someone who learns for just a few months. Where can we find justice in that?"
"Alright, let's lock the door first, change into the costumes for the next scene, and then get styled. We don't want to be scrambling when it's about to start."
Among the five, the woman closest to the door went to lock it.
Just as she locked it, there was a knock on the door.
A slightly hoarse male voice accompanied the knocking: "Is there anyone inside?"
"Yes, there is!" the woman by the door shouted back.
"Open the door."
"This is the actresses' dressing room. What do you want?"
"I'm doing this for your own good. There's a good chance someone's hiding inside, and it's a man."
