Diva 8 did none of those things.
On stage, the orchestra feared her. Not because she was cruel, but because she demanded that even the violins sweat. She would hold a high C until the chandeliers trembled, until the audience forgot to breathe, until time itself shrugged and said, Fine, you win. diva 8
Right there, in the silence after the ovation, humming a tune that hadn't been written yet. Diva 8 did none of those things