Team Seven Flowers stood up from their seats. Feeling a bit choked up, Rayen fixed the collar of his body suit and did a few more tweaks on his clothes before heading down to the stage.
...
The old man grumbled, his white beard quivering in annoyance.
"Why are there so many advertisements?!"
He raised the remote control and pointed to the television where the sixth episode was currently playing.
"What products are these?! I'm gonna buy their company so they don't bother interrupting my show!"
'Ehem. When did my show become yours?'
Plotter crossed his arms as he watched the old man utter a series of complaints before him.
When the last of the ads finally faded away, the old man's eyes twinkled at the same time as the show's logo appeared on screen again.
Unable to believe his eyes at the ridiculous scene, Plotter struggled to hold back his giggle. He could sense the Director's eyes already glaring at him as though keeping him in check.
[World of Art by Seven Flowers]
