Chapter 811: Chapter 811 Abigail ets Young Hayden Bell
Abigail stood on the bustling street corner, completely bewildered. How had she ti-traveled?
If the previous rebirth had given her a new life, what was this current situation? She was about to marry Brandon Piers, which should have been a joyous resolution, but now this sudden twist? And there were her elderly grandparents, little Teddy, and that man Brandon…
Abigail could hardly bear to think what Brandon would do if sothing happened to her!
Her initial shock at hearing the na Hayden Bell was quickly replaced by the panic of possibly having ti-traveled. Standing in an unknown place with her mind in turmoil, she hadn’t even noticed being pushed by the crowd into a staff entryway until a staff mber grabbed her. The person sized up her striking appearance and her clothes, “You must be a mber of Sky, right? Hurry up, the concert is about to start, why are you still here?”
Without waiting for Abigail to explain, the person dragged her hurriedly toward the backstage.
The music festival scene in the eighties was much rougher compared to the modern day, the backstage was sparsely decorated, but it didn’t affect the professionalism of the singers or the enthusiasm of the audience.
In the midst of various noisy clamors, Abigail never found a chance to explain to the staff and was simply ushered into the backstage. “I, um…”
“Hayden, I brought her here, get ready quickly, you’re on in twenty minutes.” Abigail had barely started speaking when she was interrupted; the next mont, she was pushed into a makeup room and the door slamd shut behind her.
Abigail stared at the closed door, “…”
Completely bewildered.
“Ernie?” Just as Abigail was staring blankly at the door, a tentative voice ca from behind her.
Abigail turned around and saw three handso young n, although their style was sowhat indescribable, reflecting the popular trends of the eighties. Maybe it was considered fashionable at the ti, but for a modern, cultured university student like Abigail, their current styling just seed… outdated.
However, no matter how outdated, handso is still handso. In an instant, her gaze was drawn to the man in the middle, who was looking down and tuning his electric guitar. Among the three, he was the only one who didn’t react, but was also the most attractive. Yet, this wasn’t what drew Abigail’s focus. The real reason was that his face was too familiar to her.
After learning that Hayden Bell was her biological father, Abigail had looked up a lot of information about him, seen photos of him in various styles, and watched all the videos available of him, but she never imagined she’d one day see him in person.
The living kind.
Abigail stared blankly at Hayden, completely forgetting to answer the others until her intense gaze finally caught Hayden’s attention.
Hayden looked up to see a strange girl, then frowned, “Who is she? Who let her in here?”
The bass player who had earlier called Abigail ‘Ernie’ already realized the mistake, “Yeah, who are you?”
“Could she be one of Hayden’s crazy fans? Dressed up as Ernie?” the drumr raised an eyebrow.
Upon hearing this, Hayden’s frown deepened, “Whoever you are, please leave!”
Abigail was initially startled by Hayden’s overly pleasing voice, then realized she had no way to explain, “I…”
“Never mind her for now, why hasn’t Ernie arrived yet? We’re about to start, she’s so unreliable,” the bass player couldn’t help but complain.
“I told you guys before; she has been hanging out a lot with BULE’s group lately, you didn’t believe , and now look what’s happened,” just as the bass player finished speaking, a whining man behind Hayden stepped out, appearing rather indignant.
The bassist rolled his eyes and thought to himself, just because you said it, that’s why we don’t believe you.
It was only then that Abigail noticed that there was soone behind Hayden Bell.
“Now is not the ti to complain. Whit, try to contact Ernie again, Perkin, you go ask the organizers if there is a keyboardist we can borrow,” Hayden paused, then looked at the drumr, “Crazy, be prepared to change the song.”
“Change the song?” The drumr, called Crazy, got a bit excited, “Hayden, no! This song is both your creation and ours. We chose to debut it at this music festival to make a na for ourselves. If we change now, all the subsequent promotions will have to be redone, and we might not even achieve the impact we have today.”
“Exactly, and the company only gave us this one chance,” Whit also objected.
Hayden fell silent, his voice slightly hoarse, “This is a pop song, without the keyboardist it loses its original flavor, I don’t want to give the audience an incomplete song.”
“But…”
“No more buts, I’ve already decided.” Hayden glanced at the ti, “We go on in twenty minutes, Ernie won’t make it, even if we find a keyboardist on site without practice it’s futile,” although he had made this decision, the pain in his eyes was more severe than anyone else’s.
Because, compared to them, this might be his last chance.
Abigail, standing by the side, heard everything, many thoughts ran through her head, including about this music festival.
Due to her exceptional mory, different from others, such that during Hayden’s brief life she could rember this music festival, which could arguably be seen as a major turning point in Hayden’s life.
Before this music festival, he was an admired newcor in the music scene, but after it, due to his disobedience to the company’s arrangents and changing the song on his own, all promotions ceased, teammates left one after the other, the song originally ant for him was given to a rival band, and it beca a hit, causing his career to plumt and gradually fade away.
And this mont was precisely that turning point in Hayden’s life.
Even though Abigail didn’t know why she ca, the past which she once couldn’t change, now that she had the opportunity, how could she not seize it? Thus, right after Hayden announced his decision, Abigail timidly raised her hand, asking quietly, “May I say sothing?”
The atmosphere in the makeup room was tense, because of Hayden’s words it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, suddenly hearing the girl’s voice, everyone looked at her simultaneously.
Abigail smiled awkwardly, “Well… I can play the piano, and also know a bit of electronic keyboard, I don’t know if I can help you guys?”
Both Whit and Crazy’s eyes lit up, only to hear Perkin’s tsukkomi, “Even if you can play the keyboard, what’s the use? We’re about to go on stage, and you haven’t practiced with us, do you even know the score?”
Perkin’s words once again dampened everyone’s spirits, and Hayden remained silent as well.
But Abigail apologetically said, “Well… I’m a hidden fan of Hayden, I have overheard your rehearsals, so… I know a bit.”
Abigail of course hadn’t actually overheard their rehearsals, but that song beca too popular in future years, commoners would hum it, and since she had learned that piece at Youth Palace and knew it was Hayden’s song, she specifically sought out his version and listened to it a few tis.
Her mory was usually good, though she was afraid of being a bit rusty from years without touching a keyboard.
“What’s a hidden fan?” Whit unexpectedly asked.
“Is that the point?” Crazy pushed him aside and walked excitedly towards Abigail, “Is everything you’re saying true?”
“Well… It’s been a few years since I’ve used a keyboard, I need to try,” Abigail felt nervous internally, she wouldn’t hesitate to perform surgery on these folks right there, but playing the piano made her quite unsure.
But the few people in the room were obviously treating a dead horse as a living one for dical treatnt. As soon as she finished speaking, the drumr, nicknad “Crazy,” handed her the keyboard.
There wasn’t much ti, and Abigail didn’t hesitate. Relying on her mory, she played the tune. At first, it was a bit clumsy, but soon her movents beca smooth.
After finishing, she instinctively looked at Hayden Bell. He was looking at her, and Abigail caught the surprise in his eyes. Her heart settled instantly, and she asked softly to the man who was her father, “Can I do it?”
Even though it was a common question, Abigail couldn’t help but fill it with hopeful longing. In her two lifetis, she had never enjoyed the favor of a father, nor had she been encouraged or affird by anyone she called father. Originally, she thought she didn’t need it, but upon seeing Hayden, she found herself involuntarily craving for it.
Perhaps it is undeniable that every girl’s heart harbors a desire to be praised by her father.
“Not bad, we have ten minutes left, let’s run through it together, if you’re okay then you’ll perform,” Hayden Bell paused for a mont as he t the eyes of the beautiful girl and then confird his answer.
The other two imdiately responded.
However, their manager and makeup stylist was sowhat disdainful, “I think you guys should wait for Ernie.”
But the other three didn’t mind him and quickly got into position to practice.
They all knew this was their last chance.
With the earlier adaptation, Abigail was much more comfortable with the keyboard, and being genuinely familiar with the original song, the four coordinated unexpectedly smoothly. Even Hayden, usually restrained, showed an impressed look.
For the first ti coordinating with the band, Abigail herself didn’t expect to have such a talent, her eyes shining as she looked at Hayden.
Hayden, facing the girl’s eyes asking for praise, was startled at first, then inexplicably his heart softened, “Not bad, it’ll be you.”
Abigail didn’t expect Hayden to actually agree, and upon hearing it, she excitedly blurted out, “Thank you, dad.”
Everyone in the makeup room, “…”
Abigail herself was also stunned, not expecting calling Hayden “dad” to co out so naturally, although she had never called anyone that before. She felt a bit embarrassed and scratched her ear, “I got a bit excited.”
“You scared , I thought Hayden had secretly had a kid behind our backs,” Whit clutched his chest.
The Crazy drumr kicked Whit, “Are you silly, even if Hayden had a kid, could he have one this big?”
Abigail didn’t dare to say a word, but thought to herself, I really am his kid, only she couldn’t possibly explain to these old-school guys what was happening to her.
Hayden glanced at the two of them, and after they shut up, he looked at the girl with complicated eyes and coughed lightly, resting his fist on his chin, “Get ready to go on stage.”
“Are you guys crazy? Do you really want to use a girl with no experience?” Perkin panicked, he didn’t expect Hayden to stick with the plan instead of switching it up for soone whose origin he didn’t know.
“There’s no ti for makeup, tie up your hair and put this on,” Hayden ignored the manager and said to Abigail, then suddenly asked, “What’s your na?”
“I am…” Abigail was about to say her na was Abigail, but changed her mind at the last mont, “My na is Abigail Bell.”
“Ha, even the surna is the sa, and have you noticed that she even looks strangely similar to Hayden?” Whit sighed.
The madman glanced at Abigail and nodded in surprise.
Hayden Bell gave Abigail another look, said nothing, but instead picked up the electric guitar. Abigail obediently tied up her hair, but froze when she looked into the mirror.
The person in the mirror wasn’t the body of Abigail Green she had grown accustod to, but her own, much younger than before, quite similar to the current age of Abigail Green. No wonder Whit said she looked like Hayden.
Of course, after all, he is her real father.
“Co on, Abby, don’t be nervous, just treat it like fun,” Whit said, seeing Abigail staring into the mirror, and gently patted her shoulder to urge her.
Abigail snapped back to reality and t Hayden’s gaze, scratching her ears awkwardly, “I’ll do my best, don’t worry.”
“Mhm.” Hayden nodded, striding elegantly beside Whit, reminding her to keep up.
Abigail intentionally lagged a few steps behind, observing his lean silhouette. Although Hayden is reserved now, one can tell that he is inherently gentle and soft, not yet fallen into the hellish vices and still holding his own firm beliefs in music, a handso and trustworthy man.
“Phew…”
Backstage, Abigail finally began to feel nervous, took a deep breath; enveloped by an indescribable emotion, she was about to perform on stage with her young father.
Just the thought made Abigail’s blood boil.
“Don’t be afraid,” amidst the deafening noise, Hayden suddenly whispered in her ear. Despite the surrounding din, Abigail heard it clearly.
He said not to be afraid, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
In her life, she had faced countless challenges. As a child, her grandfather always pushed her to excel and never allowed her to show fear or weakness. As she grew, she rebelled against him and stubbornly went to the M Kingdom; since then, every decision was hers to make, never allowing herself to be afraid.
As an adult, she was accustod to the surgical theater, familiar with blood and the separation of life and death, oblivious to the concept of fear. Until she t Brandon Piers, who always worried about this and that for her, but that was different from the support her father provided.
It was the first ti Abigail realized what it felt like to have a father.
Even though he did not yet know her.
Hayden didn’t understand why his few words had brought tears to the young girl’s eyes, but the host had already called their band’s na. It was not the ti for more words, he ruffled Abigail’s hair, “Give it your best.”
With that, he jumped onto the stage first, followed by the others, Abigail touched her moist eyes and kept pace.
“Hayden Bell, Hayden Bell…” As soon as they appeared, the fans below started shouting frantically.
Deafening.
Abigail rubbed her ears, took her position by the keyboard as instructed, and looked at Hayden, holding the electric guitar, at the center stage. The man was incredibly handso, worthy of unparalleled elegance, she could sowhat understand why her mother still thought of him after all these years.
How could such a beautiful person et such a violent end, Abigail didn’t know why she was here, nor whether all this was reality or a dream, but whatever it was, she was determined to protect this man.
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