Chapter 478 Lip Syncing

• They sat back down in their booth, close enough to the stage that Nelson could make out every thick layer of makeup on Kenneth's face. The guy's cologne was even worse. It was sharp, sickly sweet, and hanging heavy in the air like chemical smoke.
• Kenneth greeted the crowd with a few smooth lines and a polished grin. Then the speakers kicked on, and his first song filled the room.
• His voice came soft at first, with a trace of pain in it—like he'd been through something heavy. The lyrics painted a tragic picture of two lovers who couldn't be together. It sounded decent, even moving.