As a grand ceremony for the cultural and entertainment industry in Cethos, the “Light of Cethos” not only had stars from the entertainment industry participate, but also seniors from the literacy world. In Cethos, the people were particular to the order of seniority, so even the entertainment industry followed this tradition. Only veteran seniors or people with outstanding achievements would dare to sit in the front, while juniors and newcomers could only sit in the back, no matter how excellent you were.
There were almost no young artists in the first row. The ones sitting in the first row were either the older generation of artists, or the senior leaders of relevant departments. Michael, Harry and Nicole’s seats had been added as an exception.
Today, the seats were divided into three zones—A, B and C. The B zone was in the middle, and should have been seated by the most authoritative and veteran seniors, but at this moment, the ones sitting there were Sandra, Nicholai and their group.
Among those people, the only familiar faces were Nicholai and Sandra. One was a rookie in the film industry and the other a former world champion.
The award ceremony had not yet started, and the scene was already becoming awkward and difficult to control. The ceremony was about to be broadcast live on television, but the first row of the most important zone B had a long row of empty seats, and sitting in the most critical position in the middle was Sandra and her party. They were so conspicuous that the cameraman didn’t even dare to pan his camera there.
It was going to be a prime time live broadcast, and someone was going to be held accountable for such a huge mistake!
The director went to the last row in a panic like his butt was on fire. He almost knelt down and begged the leaders and seniors to return to their seats.
The leaders and senior artists were also very proud. “The first row isn’t somewhere where old hasbeens like us can sit. Old hasbeens like us are more suited to sit here!”
“That’s right! We’ll sit right here and won’t go anywhere else!”
The director was about to cry. No matter how popular Nicholai was, he was just lucky to have made it, and he was far from being a real artist.
The director knew that he had messed up. He didn’t think these old artists would be so prideful.
He also knew where the problem was so he hurriedly said to Harry and Michael, “The two of you should sit in the first row! The last row is not suitable for you!”
Michael stayed aloof. He raised his eyes from the phone and said in a puzzled manner, “Wasn’t this seat arranged by you all?”
The director was now regretting his choice and continued, “No no, we made a mistake! Your seat is in the first row.”
He truly regretted it now. He thought it was just a matter of changing the arrangements of a few seats and he didn’t expect that this would escalate.
Michael was also a person who was considerate. Seeing that the live broadcast was about to begin, he put his mobile phone away and said, “Since it was a mistake, let’s quickly change our seats.”
As soon as he agreed, the director was relieved and hurried to the front row to pry Sandra and the others’ out of their seats.
At this moment, the guests and celebrities were all here, and the entire studio’s seats were full. Whether they be D-listers, A-listers, the iconic stars, and even the old generation artists, all had gathered here. Currently, half of the Cethos entertainment industry was watching the joke that was the first row.
Some people in the first row still had their pride to protect.
Ian had already secretly left long ago. Vincent could also tell this wasn’t a spot to continue to stay at, and he was persuading fake Lucile to leave with him.
Sandra, however, felt that she should sit in the first row as she was once a world champion. Since many politicians could sit here, why couldn’t she?
When she was invited to the Spring Festival Gala, she was always seated in the first row!
Also, she had the Michel Family’s backing, so why couldn’t she sit in the first row?
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