At the Golden Phoenix Performing Art Awards ceremony, Bettie’s afternoon was quite hectic.

Amidst the award presentations, various acts took the stage. In the public dressing room, Bettie was applying makeup to the backup dancers.

An assistant hurriedly approached, saying, “Bettie.”

“What?” Bettie replied, but her gaze remained fixed on the backup dancer’s face. Swiftly, she got to work with a brush in her hand.

“Bradley’s makeup specialist fell sick and had to be hospitalized. He needs you there right now. He has a rehearsal coming up, and there’s little time left.”

Bettie promptly packed up her makeup set, instructing, “You handle things here.”

Bradley is in the No. 3 dressing

“Got it.”

her makeup kit, Bettie headed to dressing room

performers, one of whom was Bradley, as the assistant

knocked Lightly on it before entering. She

of coffee, saying, “We’re so grateful. Our makeup artist was suddenly taken ill with stomach pains and had to be rushed

his rehearsal?” Bettie then set the makeup box on the dressing table right in front

about an hour. Oh, and here are

to some signed postcards. “Make sure

out some brushes. “I’m indebted to you for the other day. Lucky I headed to your room; it saved

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