The challenge this time around was based on appearance. Backstage, Sanaa looked Rochelle up and down, nodding confidently. If there was one thing she was sure the idol had down pat, it was the visuals. A few more touch-ups of make-up and they were ready to go.

A single, nicely upholstered stool sat at the end of the runway. After a moment, Sanaa and Rochelle made their way down, Rochelle’s dark green dress bringing out the brightness of her red heels. Sanaa, on the other hand, wore all white, with fake wings that brushed the ground as she rolled along. At the end of the runway, after Sanaa carefully transferred herself to the stool, the producer pulled a rather large sword entwined with roses from where it had been tucked behind her.

“In the night sky, a wandering group of stars traveled every corner of the universe. They burned across black space and sung their fires into the cosmos, entrancing even gods. But when these stars were split by their own dreams of travels, their lights dimmed in isolation and were never heard from again. That was until one chose to sing again, a lonely speck upon the canvas we knew as space yearning to burn so brightly it would outshine even the suns and gain a place among the gods it used to entertain. Thus, a new star- No, a goddess was born and it called itself-”

She paused for just a moment, allowing the anticipation to build.

“Venus”