Chapter 465: The Songstress of the Dark Night
Life has entered a certain stable stage. Tilan attends classes as usual. During breaks, she has dinner and walks with other songstresses. Occasionally, she is invited by them to have small gatherings, and most of them are invited by Orles and Odney.
On weekends, she often uses them to rest. Occasionally, she will go shopping alone in the Academy City to see all kinds of novel things and new things here.
In this way, time has come to the end of November. Another day, Tilan and Blanche finished their piano lessons with Ewen Qilin.
"In this way, both of you have entered the piano." She said with a little joy.
"Thank you, teacher."
Tilan and Blanche replied gratefully. During this period of time, the two of them have been in the invisible aura of Ewen Qilin for a long time, and they have also learned a lot about this senior songstress.
Although in the eyes of many people, Ewen Qilin is a weak and pitiful beauty, after getting to know her, the two also discovered her unparalleled talent and insights in singing. However, these things are often obscured by her appearance. In addition, she doesn't like to show her personality and won't take the initiative to talk to others, so few people know about it.
Taking advantage of the free time after class, the two continued to ask Ewen Qilin about singing.
"Well, if it's you, it's actually not finalized yet." She put down the piano keys, turned around and sat in front of the two people and told them slowly.
"To truly start a singing career, you must start with an album with a clear theme, and this first album often represents the general style of the singing for the next few years."
"A song is just a flash of inspiration. If multiple songs in an album revolve around a theme, it will highlight a three-dimensional sensory impact and leave a deep impression on people. This is often the first step to leave a name."
"No matter what the purpose is, if you want to walk the path of singing in the future, you need to spend a lot of time on the production of the album, especially the first one."
"What was the theme of senior Ewen Qilin's first album?" Blanche was curious.
"It was 'Song in the Forest'. The cover was in the forest in the morning light, with a light golden mist, and then my silhouette." Ewen Qilin recalled with a little nostalgia.
"How is the result?" Blanche continued to ask.
"It seems to be okay." Ewen Qilin's voice was indifferent, as if her mood at the time was more important, and she didn't care much about the result.
Tilan shook her head slightly after listening to this. This teacher is really modest. Her album broke the record of the Federation for nearly a hundred years, and directly pushed her popularity to the top of all the singers. It can be said that she reached the peak as soon as she debuted. Moreover, in the past hundred years, Ewen Qilin was also the singer with the fastest promotion speed. It only took her four years from her debut to entering the Moon Level, which was simply amazing. Such performance also put her in the eye of the storm of public opinion in the Federation, and various comments followed.
"What theme song are you going to sing? It happens to be the end of the year, so it's time to prepare." It was rare that Ewen Qilin mentioned the homework of the two. She was usually very tolerant of the two and would not make any requirements.
"I haven't thought about it at all." Blanche raised her hands and crossed them, indicating that she couldn't do it yet.
Ewen Qilin looked at her like this and couldn't help but chuckle, then turned her eyes to the black-haired girl next to her.
"What about Tilan?" Compared to Blanche, Tilan has been in the industry for several years, but the number of songs is still pitifully small.
Knowing that she couldn't escape, the girl said with a bit of determination: "I will prepare an album well."
"Well, come on, little Tilan." After saying this, she stood up and looked at the sunlight above her head.
"I'm probably leaving, and I may not see you for several years." Her words surprised the two.
"Didn't you say that after teaching the piano lesson, you will continue to teach the four of us about the knowledge and skills of singing girls?" Blanche couldn't help asking.
"So that's what you planned." She looked at the two with a little apology.
"But there are some things in my hometown that I'm afraid I need to go back to deal with."
Hearing this answer, the two were helpless, there was really no way.
"But I'm still very happy. With your company during this period of time, if I was stronger, it would not be like this now... Forget it, you have to grow up well, don't follow my old path." After saying this, she came close and hugged the two gently, and then separated.
No wonder she specially assigned homework and made requests today. So it turned out that they were going to separate.
Knowing that it would be difficult to meet again later, the two stayed in the round hall and talked a lot with Ewen Qilin, and then they parted reluctantly.
"Well, see you next time." Standing alone on the high platform in the center of the round hall, Ewen Qilin waved goodbye to the two.
"Well, goodbye." The two also waved goodbye.
Leaving the Six Sages Round Hall, Tilan and Blanche walked together on the stone road of the campus, and the two talked about Ewen Qilin.
"Senior Ewen Qilin is really the most beautiful and gentle person I have ever seen." Blanche's words were very reluctant. In school, facing other singers and teachers, she was always a little restrained. Only with Ewen Qilin, she was very relaxed and her personality was slightly lively.
"Well, it's really good." Tilan also nodded in agreement. Although Ewen Qilin did not elaborate, she felt that the problems she faced might not be simple, and perhaps it would be difficult for her to have time to come to the Central Star Region to teach them in the future. It
was a bit regrettable, she sighed in her heart.
In fact, it's time for me to start releasing my real theme album. Just like what senior Ewen Qilin said, all kinds of scattered songs are not systematic and have no core, just like random fantasies.
But since she is a singer, she also understands that such status and preferential treatment are not for them to have fun at will. All walks of life in the Federation have great expectations for them, but this expectation is very tolerant, so that many people gradually forget the original intention.
Back at the mansion, Tilan rarely went to rest, but sat in a separate study.
The dark red elegant curtains were half open. She leaned back in the chair, turned her head to one side, and looked at the scenery of the courtyard outside the window. Soon, Tilan closed her eyes and recalled this slightly short life.
Now she looked back and looked at her past self, she would have a wonderful feeling, as if she was flying in the night sky of the city, overlooking a small grid corner below, where there was a girl sitting in the corner crying.
The things that she used to care about so much, now become indifferent, as if insignificant, the pain of the past, slowly forgotten, but the sweet part of the memory, but from time to time to think of, such as playing with Yilin when she was a child, the past when her sister took her shopping, etc.
In fact, she knew that when she was a child, especially when she was in the second and third grades of elementary school, her relationship with her sister was not very good, but now she has gradually forgotten the feelings at that time.
People's memory is deceptive. If it is not for the diary written at that time, it is easy to alienate and forget some of the feelings at that time.
Why can adults treat children harshly? Because they have forgotten the discomfort and depression of their childhood, or gradually beautify that time in the surrounding voices. If they really go back to that time and live it again, they may not be able to bear it.
Putting her hands on the table to support her head, Tilan thought about the memories and summed up her short life.
It is said that a singer should sing out her own voice and resonance, but she has always avoided this kind of thing, especially as she grows older and has more experience, and sees some truths clearly.
Some singers, like Senior Ewen Qilin, are truly pure and innocent, and can sing out beautiful fantasies and tenderness from the bottom of their hearts.
But Tilan knew she couldn't do it. Even when she sang some soft songs, there was often some sadness in the middle, because she was not the kind of person who believed in everything gentle and beautiful. Rather than being gentle, it was better to say that she hoped that others would treat her gently, so she expressed her gentleness to others.
Holding her thick diary in her arms, Tilan leaned back on the chair, her long black hair cascading down the back of the chair and her side, meditating quietly.
Must she sing? If her singing is too sad, will it disappoint people or bring bad results?
It's really black, the girl thought to herself.
Compared with the completely white Ewen Qilin, she was like standing in the shade of the trees in the twilight, looking at the sunset.
Well, it's not too late to see myself clearly now. It can be said that it is the misfortune of the Federation. Although she has the talent of a colorful singer, she is not the kind of singer who brings infinite hope and beauty. I am afraid that she has disappointed everyone.
When Aimulalin saw herself in the echo of time, would she feel sad and lost, because her appearance also predicted the future of the Federation to some extent, and her lifelong efforts finally turned into nothing.
Various thoughts floated through her mind. After a long time, Tilan sat up, opened the diary in front of her again, and then picked up a pen to write carefully.
[On November 28, Senior Ewen Qilin left. Before leaving, she asked me to start my first album.
I was a little evasive about this, but I still had to take the first step. I
am no longer a child. Whether it is to not disappoint my mother or for my sister, I have to go on.]
Slowly closing the diary and putting it back into the gap in the space again, Tilan stood up, found the relevant books on creation on the bookshelf, and began to conceive her first inspiration.
Fate is really wonderful. It just happened that the talent of a color-level singer fell on her. If it fell on a singer like Ewen Qilin who is absolutely kind and gentle, would it be better?
The girl held the pen and sketched on the paper as she felt like, trying to turn the hazy feelings in her mind into actual pictures and songs.
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Time could not pass slowly
, she still could not do it, telling the false hope and beauty that she did not believe in.
The pen was thrown on the table, and the paper was full of various graffiti and handwriting, many of which were marked with ×, denying one by one.
The essence of the world is dark, and the beauty she is experiencing now is just because she has the talent of a singer. This is what Tilan really thinks in her heart.
Why is she so indifferent to everything? Because in her opinion, these are just embellishments attached to the talent of a singer, not something that really belongs to her. If she really likes and is passionate about it, when she loses it one day in the future, she will definitely feel very uncomfortable and painful.
So, it is better not to like it too much.
After realizing the true thoughts in her heart, the girl sighed softly, picked up the pen and sketched on the paper, and slowly, a black lacquer night flower gradually took shape.
Although such a flower represents the gorgeousness of despair, she now inexplicably likes it.
Everything will slowly come to an end, whether it is individuals or civilizations, or all relationships in this world.
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The sun gradually sets, the night slowly approaches, and the corridors of the mansion gradually light up with retro lanterns.
Standing in front of the study, the two maids in black and red uniforms looked at each other, gathered their courage a little, and knocked on the door gently.
"Is Her Highness Tilan in there? Do you need dinner to be brought in?" It is now past 10 o'clock in the evening. Generally speaking, Tilan's dinner is finished before 8 o'clock and will not be delayed until so late.
The door is not locked. After knocking on the door, the two gently pushed it open. The room was dark. Only in the small area where the curtains were drawn could the figure of the girl leaning on the back of the chair be vaguely seen.
Long black hair, black and blue skirt, snow-white skin, shrouded in the cold and dark moonlight, a little hazy.
The girl was not asleep. She leaned on the back of the chair, staring at the night view outside the window. The cold crescent moon slowly moved among the clouds, and the sky without stars was so quiet.
On a starless night, the moon walks alone.
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A few minutes later, Tilan, after sorting out her emotions, returned to her usual gentle appearance in the eyes of a maid, and then went downstairs to eat.
In the empty hall, the lights were bright, and various delicacies were placed on the long table. She sat alone at the top, and the seats on both sides were empty. There were only dozens of maids in black and red rose uniforms standing on both sides of the hall, quietly waiting with their heads down.
For the first time, Tilan did not say anything to ease the atmosphere, but just had dinner quietly. The hall was also quiet, and only the slight sound of porcelain plates and tableware colliding could be heard.
After dinner, she stood up.
"That's it." She sighed softly, then turned and left.
After that, the maids quietly cleaned up the furnishings of the long table and the hall, and then the lights of other houses in the mansion were gradually turned off, leaving only a few night lights in the corridor to illuminate the ground.
In the study, the originally dark room was lit with a lamp, placed on the desk, like a small candle, swaying in the darkness.
Sitting at the desk, the girl took out a stack of new pages and wrote line by line with a pen. The feelings hidden in her heart were also the emotions she had forgotten and never expressed.
It was like a bloom in the dark night, silently, with some kind of expression and release.
Yes, the world is so cruel and dark, but escaping and waiting will not produce any results. She doesn't know how to bring hope to those who live in the darkness.
But at least, there should be voices coming out of the darkness, whether it is roaring or crying. She doesn't want to deny these, because this is part of the world, and it is also the true background and feelings of her heart.
The world is not all sunshine and rainbows.
Just like the lyrics of the dark night orchid quietly emerged on the paper, this black singer will also begin her first confession and singing.
(End of this chapter)
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