The death of both parents is inherently a sorrowful matter, something nobody wishes to bring up.
Therefore, Mia Foster didn't feel it was right to say much more. She turned her tall chair around, her gaze shifting towards the stage.
At this moment, a Singer was sitting on a high chair, eyes closed, singing a poignant and melodious song into the microphone.
Mia Foster took a sip of her drink. "Do you singers also have work hours?"
"Yeah," Sophie Foster shifted her position, resting an elbow on the bar, looking towards the stage, "A dozen or so singers take turns scheduling times, each singing a set number of songs daily. If there are no strong requests from customers for specific songs, they can finish and call it a day."
