On the 'Great Eastern' cruise ship, in the preparation room behind the stage, several girls were making final preparations. The protagonist on stage tonight was none other than Loran Hill.
Today, she has smooth, silver-snow hair, making her look like an elf, stunning everyone. She told her companions that it was some kind of extraordinary potion used to dye hair, but only a few people knew that this was actually her true appearance.
"Alena and I will accompany the performance tonight behind the scenes," Lily said to the others. This was also agreed upon at the beginning.
"And me." Lettice raised the violin beside her. Although this young lady seldom used musical instruments, it did not mean that she did not know how to play them. She had received a very comprehensive aristocratic education since she was young.
"For Nia, just play the small drum. Don't be nervous. It doesn't matter if you make a few mistakes in the syllables." Loran Hill looked at the girl with goat horns.
"It's okay, Loran." Niya told Loran Hill not to worry. After entering the second grade, her personality has become much more cheerful, or more confident and open.
"What about me, Loran." Katie looked at Loran Hill and felt a little nervous because she couldn't help.
"Just sit aside with Ye Ling Bumansha and the others and watch carefully." Loran Hill touched the lovable fire witch.
Finally, Loran Hill turned his gaze to Vimiya, who nodded. After the two understood each other, there was no need for further words.
When Loran Hill performs on stage, Vimiya will perform harmony backstage to enhance the three-dimensionality of the performance.
After tuning all the instruments, several of my companions played the pieces they had practiced over the past two days, and felt relieved.
"That's it, then."
Loran Hill put the prepared wreath on her silver hair, and the curtain slowly rose.
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In the hall in the middle of the cabin, the lights in the hall suddenly went out, only two small lights were still on, and it was dim.
This is the largest stage in the interior of the cruise ship. The whole stage is like an open shell, and the audience below sits on seats stacked like waves.
When the lights go out.
The originally noisy conversations in the venue gradually died down, and everyone stopped talking and began to turn their attention to the stage in front of them.
Just as everyone was waiting, a burst of music came from the stage.
The strings were plucked lightly, and the soft sound was like magic, making the entire venue suddenly quiet down, and the anxious hearts that had been waiting for a long time suddenly calmed down.
Then the sound of the piano rang out again. In this silent world, it seemed as if there was nothing else but the gently plucking sound of the piano.
Even though the performer cannot be seen, the sound alone seems to have outlined an image in everyone's mind. She must have slender fingers and a delicate heart.
Then a short whistle sounded, the melody was simple and melodious, like running on a distant grassland, where there were endless blue sky and white clouds, and the grass swept by the wind would undulate like the sea.
Away from worldly worries, the body and mind become clear in the soft music.
At some point, the lights on the stage gradually lit up, and a young girl appeared on the stage.
She has long, silvery hair like silk, and holds a lyre in her arms. Her pinkish-white fingers gently pluck the strings, and the music flows out like a clear spring.
The young girl sat upright on a smooth wooden stake, her long skirt draped diagonally across the wooden floor. A laurel wreath woven into her hair, its delicate green branches dotted with tiny white flowers, adorned her head. With her eyes slightly closed and her lips slightly parted, her ethereal voice rippled gently through the venue.
[überdieHeide, imerstenmorgendlichenSchein grassland, appeared on the first morning of this world]
[Ziehendie V?gel, wom?gensiewohlmorgensein? The birds in my paintings, where is the tomorrow they long for?]
[Ichfolgedem Rauschender Schwingen in a stille Moor In the silent wilderness, I follow its voice and begin to flap my wings]
[Uralte Liederdringenausden Nebelnvor, the ancient song emerges from the mist]
The voice is like a nightingale in the forest, smart and melodious, and the clear voice is like the morning dew, without a trace of dust.
[LassunsdieHimmeljagenimTanz Let us dance freely across the sky]
My skin has become as cold as striped silk and snowy mist.
[I still have a desire in my heart, but where is my destination?]
The girl recalled the teachings of the Blue Songstress, and moved her fingers lightly to the rhythm of her heart, expressing the most beautiful scenery in her heart.
I close my eyes and let my new feathers draw their flight path.
[SchonspürichdenWindmachemeineFlügelweitI can feel the wind brushing against my wings]
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[In their way, we shine like stars]
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