"Hannah! Hannah! Hannah!"
"I’m really going to cry, after waiting for so many years I finally made it to Goose Girl’s concert!"
"Goose Girl is the world’s number one beauty!"
With the last shout, my throat almost split.
My friend sitting next to covered their face sowhat embarrassedly.
In the brief seconds before the next song’s intro began, the fans spontaneously quieted down.
The second song was much more upbeat than the first.
In the center of the four-sided stage stood Hannah, her smile blooming like spring, holding a silver microphone aloft, which led to a suprely coordinated chorus from the audience below.
The voices of sixty thousand fans combined, creating an incredibly overwhelming sound.
Even though she had been away from the stage for a long ti, as long as Hannah stood there, no matter how big the stage, she remained the focus of everyone’s attention.
——Back to the night of the group formation.
That was the first thought that popped into all the fans’ minds.
Back then, on the night of the group’s formation, the fans’ support was like a tidal wave, just as it was now.
The only difference was that back then, the shouts were about achieving a goal together, chasing dreams together, while today’s shouts were for soone they adored who had already reached the summit of mountains.
She had fulfilled her promise of that day.
——I will be the pride of you all.
Trials and tribulations may knock a person down, but only they can help themselves grow.
The injustices of the past and others’ contempt should not be thanked; self-gratitude is due, along with gratitude for those who always believed in and supported oneself.
Arnold Simmons sat backstage, where the monitor allowed for a clearer view of Hannah shining brightly on stage.
The girl who once clung to him, capriciously insisting on going backstage, was now a brilliant star in the world of others.
He watched quietly, with a smile erging on his face.
In the darkness of his eyes, only she, like a bright moon, existed.
The singing stopped.
Hannah turned and walked to the edge of the stage to take a couple of sips of water, and then she returned to the center of the stage.
There was a stool on stage, and just as she sat down, fans in the front row called out.
"Hannah, Hannah, did Boss Simmons not co today?"
The venue was quiet, and the question, nearly a roar, so many people heard it.
Sitting on the chair, Hannah first froze for a second before smiling and responding, "He did co, but he’s backstage. His speed isn’t as fast as yours; he couldn’t get a ticket, so I had to let him in through the back door."
As she spoke, there was a touch of helplessness in her tone, her soft voice reaching every corner.
The fans couldn’t help but laugh.
They were probably surprised that Boss Simmons, soone as grand as him, had fought for tickets just like them and even failed to get one.
In fact, it was Hannah and Arnold Simmons who had tried to buy the tickets together on the night of the presale.
Both of them had their computers ready.
Yet despite setting several alarms, they were still a second too slow.
And in that one second’s ti, what awaited them was a "Sold Out" ssage.
Indeed, in this era of high-speed internet, grabbing a ticket all ca down to how fast your hands were.
Those who managed to get a ticket were no "ordinary people"!
After the brief chat, it was ti for the next prepared song.
It was a track from Hannah’s third album, also listed by netizens as a "must-listen song for heartbreak."
The song’s quality was high and the lody catchy, the only thing was, it was terribly difficult to sing.
Especially a series of high notes that were so challenging to perform completely, it was almost lethal.
That’s why most of the covers found online were by professional singers.
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