Xiang Xi Extra - Parallel Time and Space 1



"Xiangxi! Xiangxi! Xiangxi! Follow the light, and let your heart be toward the morning glow! Come on, Xiangxi!"

The thunderous cheers of support penetrated the heavy backstage curtains and hit Xiang Xi's eardrums and heart like a warm tide.

She could even feel the floor beneath her feet shaking slightly, her palms were wet, and her fingertips were cold.

The makeup artist tidied up the loose hair on her forehead that was slightly damp with sweat for the last time, and gently pressed the cool powder puff on her cheeks that were flushed with excitement.

The girl in the mirror, her silver-white performance costume gleaming like a galaxy under the light, her eye makeup sparkling like broken diamonds, reflecting the pair of eyes that were once filled with anxiety but now filled with determination and composure.

She is Xiang Xi, the lead singer of "Starlight", and also a unique artist - Xiang Xi.

"Take a deep breath, Xixi." The agent's familiar voice sounded in the headset, as calm as ever. "Remember, the stage is your home, and everyone in the audience is your family."

Xiang Xi closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Her nose was filled with the complex scent of cosmetics mixed with the special backstage smell, but what came to her mind was the small but warm rental house before her debut, the worried and proud eyes of her parents, the sweat in the practice room day after day and the self who was gritting her teeth and persevering in the mirror, and the bright eyes of the little girl who timidly took her candy.

When he opened his eyes again, the last trace of tension in his eyes was replaced by a burning light.

"I'm ready." Her voice came through the headset, clear and calm.

The heavy curtain slowly opened to both sides.

In an instant, it was as if the universe had just opened.

A vast sea of ​​tens of thousands of cheering sticks instantly lit up the entire arena, brighter than any other light source. The deafening cheers were like tangible sound waves, nearly knocking people over.

In the center of the stage, the spotlight fell precisely, completely covering the slender yet tall figure.

Xiang Xi stood in the center of the light column, like a star descending to the earth.

When the prelude sounded, it was not the familiar fast-paced dance music, but an ethereal, melodious string music with a majestic narrative sense.

This is the title song of her first solo album - "Firefly".

A song dedicated to all ordinary people who are looking for glimmers of light in the darkness and strive to become the light.

She slowly raised the microphone but didn't speak immediately.

Her eyes calmly swept across the sea of ​​stars in the audience that lit up for her. Every point of light represented an expectation, a love, and perhaps a struggle and dream similar to hers.

Then she opened her lips.

The clear, pure, yet powerful voice was like moonlight penetrating through the clouds, instantly calming the noise.

The voice, with its unique delicacy and empathy, accurately captures the emotions behind every note, like a warm hand, gently touching the softest part of the listeners' hearts.

Walking in the long night,

There is no end in sight,

The residual warmth in the palm of your hand,

Is the only waiting.

You say you are just dust,

So small that I can follow the wind.

Did you know that the dark night is endless?

Even fireflies can illuminate the heart..."

As the lyrics progress, the stage effects unfold layer by layer.

The holographic projection constructed a vast universe and galaxy behind her, and then instantly shrank to the gaps between the city buildings. Tiny fireflies made of light and shadow rose from under her feet, beside her, and even from the audience seats, dancing lightly and converging into streams of light.

There are no intense dance steps, only body language that flows naturally with emotions.

Sometimes she raised her hands as if to receive the starlight; sometimes she lowered her eyes as if to listen to the heartbeat of the earth.

Every movement is full of storytelling, vividly interpreting the spiritual core of the song - finding greatness in the ordinary and holding on to hope in adversity.

In the chorus, the music suddenly rises and drum beats join in, like the powerful beating of a heart.

Xiang Xi's voice also burst out with astonishing power, transforming into a warrior declaring his faith:

Burn! Even if it's as weak as a firefly!

Light up even a tiny corner!

Thousands of tiny lights gather together,

Enough to tear the silence apart!

I am the light! Even if I was born in the dust,

We must also pierce the haze!"

Her high notes were crystal clear, soaring into the sky with a determination to tear through the darkness.

Inside the venue, tens of thousands of spectators couldn't help but sing along, tears and smiles intertwined on their faces.

Countless people raised their mobile phones, the screens lit up, and merged with the light of the cheering sticks, turning into a more vast and warmer sea of ​​stars.

At this moment, on and off the stage, the lights are intertwined and the hearts are connected.

When the song ends, the lingering sound remains.

Xiang Xi breathed slightly, his chest heaving, and sweat slid down his delicate jawline.

She stood in the center of the light, bowed deeply to the audience, and did not stand up for a long time.

The thunderous applause and cheers almost blew the dome of the venue off.

The heavy curtain finally fell again, isolating the outside world from the thunderous enthusiasm.

The world seemed to be muted in an instant, leaving only the buzzing aftershocks in the eardrums and the violent ups and downs in the chest that had not yet subsided.

Xiang Xi almost staggered, and the high spirits he had on the stage were gone, and the fatigue in his body came over him like a tidal wave.

The assistant quickly supported her.

"Sister Xixi! That's great! It's perfect!" The assistant's voice was filled with tears and she was extremely excited.

Xiang Xi waved her hands, unable to speak, but just breathing heavily, allowing the makeup artist and costume designer to quickly surround her.

The cool makeup remover cotton pad pressed against my burning cheeks brought a stimulating wakefulness.

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