Rise To Stardom

Chapter 134: Phenomenal

Chapter 134: Phenomenal

[Saturday, 30th of May]

"Do! Doo doo, doo doo, do do!"

Despite her alarm constantly bugging her, Dahlia refused to get up.

Today was a Saturday and she was planning to possibly sleep the whole morning!

Yet, somewhere in the back of her mind, was something she had deemed important today even as she wrapped her pillow around her head.

"Doo doo, doo…"

'Episode 1! The 10th season!' the lady, instantly sprung up from the bed the moment she remembered!

Swiftly retrieving her phone from the bedside table, Dahlia's eyes widened in shock when she saw the time!

"9:27!" she exclaimed while frantically getting off her bed, her usually long, glossy, dark-brown hair with caramel highlights, messy and disheveled.

And so was her white blouse and her blue wide-legged, cropped jeans, the one she had been wearing yesterday.

Yet, as the lady, dashed into her small living room, her amber irises, locking straight onto the remote peacefully laying on the couch, Dahlia jumped onto it like a spring chicken, instantly putting on the TV and switching the channel over to DreamLand Inc's broadcasting channel.

Seeing the short commercial ending, just as 9:30am struck, Dahlia exclaimed in relief!

"Just in time!"

Sure enough this was something a kid would be heavily reprimanded for doing but in Dahlia's case, a lady who already had her own apartment, no one was here to nag at her, much less reprimand.

No sooner had the commercial faded off though, the next thing that came up, was of course, [The Curator], one that caused Dahlia to subconsciously yet gently rub her hands together in excitement.

The show had started, beginning with a recap of the incidents that led up to The 9th Curator, dying and getting trapped in the spaceship from the previous season.

"Truly was a terrible season…" Dahlia muttered with a frown, although it did nothing to reduce her excitement. 

And so, now watching as the TV screen, showed the destroyed spaceship with a single, silvery cocoon lying in the middle of its destruction and blaring danger alarms, Dahlia, watched in curious excitement as a singular hand, jutted out of the cocoon.