In the dimly lit music room, a beam of light slanted onto the stage, followed by the light tinkling of piano keys, as other instrunts gradually joined in.
Center stage, a blonde girl held a microphone, her eyes slightly closed, as her voice, clear and slightly cool, sang out this lodious song tinged with the aroma of love. It was like a floating wisp of cotton candy, brushing across the cheeks in a world full of sweets, with even the fine breaths between trills captured by the high-definition microphone, giving the imrsed experience a sense of whispering beside every listener, slightly naive and enticing.
After rehearsal ended, the lights were turned back on.
"Efnie sings with so much love, could it be that she's really fallen for soone?" Everyone crowded around, sizing up the blonde girl in a white dress.
"No way," Efnie said with a laugh, raising her hands and lightly swaying them to show she was still single.
She was raised strictly, and these kinds of rumors weren't good, not to ntion she really had no thoughts of love.
"Then why do you sing so well, even I got hooked," the other mbers wouldn't let the Goldfish Princess off so easily. Previously, everyone said Efnie was proud, but after spending so ti together, they found she was quite easy to get along with and didn't mind so simple, harmless jokes.
"This? Probably just fantasy," Efnie said as she twirled a strand of hair by her shoulder, then sat down.
"It ans that precisely because she hasn't experienced it, she can imagine it as especially pure and beautiful."
"You don't necessarily need to have experienced it, just like so novelists who, even though they've never been in love, can still write romance novels, and each one is sweeter than the last," Efnie said, making a kind of heartbreaking comparison.
"Hahaha, seems like it," laughter spread among the group once again.
In another corner of the room, Tilan was holding a brand-new guitar, learning from Geyin. Although it might not be in ti for this occasion, she still had to learn it—after all, the guitar was too common in modern music.
"It will be difficult to master in a short ti, but if you simply specialize in one or two songs, it is possible," Botis gave this advice to Tilan during a call.
"Prin Coco learned guitar from and her current level allows her to do whatever she wishes. Improvising a song isn't too hard for her, and her Songstress trait leans towards 'wild' and 'passionate.' If you use traditional instrunts, they could easily be overshadowed by her timbre."
"Speaking of the most penetrating instrunts, that would naturally be wind instrunts, but that looks far from elegant. Tilan, better stick with the guitar," Botis suggested.
So, recently, in addition to rehearsal, Tilan also started learning the guitar with Geyin.
Fingers plucking the strings, the tallic sound waves rippled like ripples, a starkly different timbre from the violin, a whole new experience.
As the chat with her companions ca to an end, Efnie walked over, bent down to sit beside Tilan, watching her and Geyin learn the guitar, clumsily playing the strings, a scene that brought a hint of a smile to Efnie's eyes.
Tilan really was adorable.
Ti passed leisurely, and after gathering all the mbers, everything seed to hit the fast-forward button. Tilan's bandmates almost lived in the music room, constantly rehearsing each song. As the days went by, Tilan finally began to sing.
Standing center stage, the black-haired, blue-eyed girl closed her eyes slightly, gently pressing the headphones to her head, the pale blue glow circling on the headphones. A faint drumbeat began, that clear voice, even in such darkness, still allowed one to 'see' the trembling eardrum.
Then, in the quiet room, a voice as ethereal as moonlight arose, so pure, so clear, that the light spilling onto the girl also took on a sacred hue.
Everything seed to freeze at that mont, with the dust of ti floating quietly, the voice, detached from the worldly, slightly sorrowful and lodious, telling a poem that transcended ti, the unchanging emotions, the shining and distant ideals, the real pain that fell into darkness, the monts of struggle and hesitation, the final walk into the shadowy path, making the trivial desires of the mundane pale and shatter, leaving only endless sighs and nostalgia.
Finally, the song ended and the lights gradually brightened. The audience below still fixed their eyes on the girl who had sung with closed eyes, reluctant to look away for a long ti.
"This is… a Songstress," one mber slowly opened their mouth, uttering these incredible words.
They were the combat mbers participating in the competition; they had t and interacted with the new president during rehearsals. However, to the third-year students, this first-year girl with black hair was like a younger sister that needed to be cared for. They didn't feel any sense of authority from her.
"If that's the case, everything falls into place."
Just like before, although everyone liked Tilan, they still worried whether she could handle the position or not. After all, the student council president isn't just a pretty mascot; the role represents the face of Edith Academy and carries powers that many students do not possess.
Applause started to swell.
After a few seconds of silence, enthusiastic clapping echoed throughout the music room. Many people excitedly stood up, wanting to circle around Tilan and take a closer look at this delicate and adorable girl, to see for themselves what the hidden songstress of Edith Academy really looked like and what made her different.
"I've decided, from today on, I'm a loyal fan of Tilan. If Tilan ever has rchandise for sale, I'll definitely buy every one," a boy said with dramatic flair.
"Ah, Little Tilan is so cute. I really want to hold her in my arms and pet her." This was from a third-year senior girl, propping her cheek in her hand, speaking words that made Tilan feel a bit scared.
"Tilan is truly special. At first glance, she seems easy to overlook, but as ti passes, you find yourself unwittingly attracted to her. And today's performance revealed a completely different charm, especially those eyes that upon opening while she sings, seem to have a thousand words to tell. It made my heart race."
"I really like Tilan~(≧∇≦)ﾉ"
"Can you guys tone it down a bit? Tilan is too shy to even speak now." Everyone shared a knowing smile at the slightly bashful girl on stage, then gathered around her, escorting her off the stage.
"When did Tilan awaken her Talent?"
"I had no idea our Academy actually had a Songstress."
"This feeling is amazing. I have the urge to carry Tilan all the way to the summit of Saint Yingo!"
"Is Little Tilan 17 already? Her deanor doesn't seem like it at all."
"So perfect, I suddenly understand why those in history were so enchanted by Songstresses."
"That being said, the foundation of the Federation was because of a big bunch of crazed fans, wasn't it?"
"Although we don't know each other, because we all like the sa Songstress and sit below the stage listening to her sing, we gradually develop feelings and can talk together nicely."
"It's simply incredible that our Edith Academy has been hiding a Songstress. This is just, simply, fantastic!"
With various excited emotions bubbling in their hearts, everyone voiced their thoughts and impulses. Surrounded at the center, Tilan felt helpless but could only allow these older brothers and sisters to tease her and selectively answered so of their questions.
"Actually, I awakened my Songstress Talent only a year ago, and I'm not that good at it..." She wanted to be modest, to prevent everyone from having too high expectations of her.
"Wow, to have such ability in just one year, Tilan is amazing!"
"Hmph, with Tilan here, I think 'Fla Sugar' is nothing to be afraid of."
Although Tilan herself wasn't so confident, the group of senior students around her was full of fighting spirit and ideas, almost ready to eagerly announce these thoughts to the outside world, to tell everyone.
So, revealing one's Talent isn't necessarily a good thing, the girl thought to herself in that mont.
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