"You know, Aunt Sander, I've been on stage before, and at first I was scared. I was afraid I'd mess up the performance."
"Luckily, everyone really liked the song I sang. Although I stumbled a little, I still managed to finish it smoothly. When the song ended, I saw countless expectant eyes and thunderous applause, and I felt like my heart was like wrinkled cloth being smoothed out by a warm iron, and it became peaceful and quiet."
"I also realized that my voice at that time could drown out the entire audience's speech. Even if my conducting was completely wrong, the different noises would be easily drowned out by the enthusiastic audience. If I wanted to, I could even change the hymns that had been passed down for hundreds of years, and the audience would still sing along with me."
"Once people get into a frenzy, they tend to go to extremes. I'm like a child controlling an elephant. If I'm not careful, the elephant will break through the fence and cause destruction. I'm just an ordinary girl and I don't dare to shoulder such a heavy responsibility."
"Good boy, I understand your thoughts. Perhaps your background has caused your cautious views, and you are too young to fully adapt to it. Since I have been through it all, let me impart some life experience to you."
"You're afraid of making mistakes. Perhaps because of your parents' strict demands when you were young, or perhaps because of your own insecurity, you strive to be a good child in everyone's eyes, gaining approval from your elders and peers, and thus improving or maintaining your living environment. When you become a leader, you feel uncomfortable because you can't guarantee that your words and ideas are completely correct. If it's just you, you can bear the consequences yourself, but when countless people follow you, you're afraid of leading others astray. You fear the abuse and accusations of others if you make a mistake."
"Yes."
"You are indeed a studious child, possessing precocious intelligence, but you are also too idealistic." The senior continued to point out the source of Luo Xier's hidden thoughts.
"Can people who make mistakes be forgiven? I'm afraid it's a shame in your heart. It's like a black spot on a piece of white paper, which makes people disgusted and afraid. Do you want to be a morally perfect person? But that is not the path to happiness."
"Perhaps you should receive some education from a true noble, then you'll understand. Making mistakes is not a big deal. As long as you can lead the people to victory and resolve difficulties, your mistakes will be overlooked. Besides, doing 100 things right and 30 things wrong is better than doing nothing. Thinking only about avoiding mistakes will not lead to success and victory."
"Victory is knowing exactly what you want to achieve, and the effort and sacrifice involved are simply a necessary process. If you can't achieve the final victory, then even if you make no mistakes, you've failed and it's meaningless."
"Besides, if you don't guide those people and let them go their own way, will they walk on the right path? Can we say that it is precisely because of your inaction that such a terrible result has occurred, and you are still wrong. If you are moving forward on the ideal path, you must be prepared to accept the consequences. If you are shaken by a few words from others and don't want to leave any stain, you are probably dreaming."
"Furthermore, I believe you are a kind-hearted child. Even if you become a world-famous singer, you will guide those who love your singing to do good things. This is far better than allowing those people to be exploited by ambitious people, exploited for profit, or even dragged into cruel wars."
The girl's eyes were open. She wiped away the tears that were gradually overflowing with her hands, stood up, leaned forward slightly, and bowed.
"Thank you. I understand."
No one in her past life or this life has ever understood the old lady's deep inner pain and the source of some of her behaviors and opinions like this old lady. It was as if something was unfolding from the girl's heart, so pure and real.
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Tower Academy, Tower of Wind Sound.
The spiral staircase spiraled upward like a musical note, leading to the top of the tower. The two girls walked lightly up the stairs, holding on to the office door at the top. From here, they could hear the wind chimes hanging under the eaves of the window ringing slightly. The sound was not loud, but very pleasant.
Dongdong,
"Enter."
Two girls pushed the door open and walked in.
"It's Lanli and Lingxin. Are you feeling better recently, Lingxin?" A well-dressed lady was sitting at the desk. It was Mrs. Filia.
"I'm fully recovered, Teacher Filia." Ling Xin lowered her head slightly and replied.
"That's good."
"This is all thanks to little Lacey. She cured Lingxin."
"Is Lacey here at school too? This kid is so shy and never comes to see me."
"Haha, she's probably afraid that Teacher Filia will ask her to sing in public." Lan Li said with a laugh.
"I'm not that scary." Mrs. Filia held her forehead helplessly, then looked up at the opposite wall.
"Speaking of which, I have to go see the teacher."
"Oh, is the teacher's teacher also in school?" Ling Xin asked curiously.
"Yes. Although I was self-taught in my early years, I was fortunate to study under that senior for a period of time later." Filia looked at the gorgeous famous painting on the wall.
On a stage, tens of thousands of people gathered, a beam of white light pierced the heavens and the earth. An angel, wings flapping, descended from the sky, and a young girl, violinist and singing, stood at the center of the stage. —The fifth generation of the Blue Songstress, the White Swan Girl, Ekoko Sander.
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