The stage at the front was in total darkness, but the audience glowed like a sea of stars in the night sky. Seeing the spectacular effect of their light sticks in total darkness, the audience cheered louder.
They were interrupted when the edge of the stage lit up like Christmas lights. However, they still couldn't see anything on the stage itself which was still shrouded in darkness.
There were still some whispering among the audience, but when they heard a mournful piano melody reverberate throughout the entire studio, everyone finally closed their mouths and quietened.
Holding their breaths, they focused entirely on the music.
After a few more notes, an ethereal voice began singing along with the piano melody. The voice was just humming, harmonizing perfectly with the piano melody, yet was still able to convey so much emotion without lyrics.
The voice sounded like a crying goddess descending from the heavens, heartbroken by the darkness in the hearts of mortals.
The lights at the back of the stage turned on, showing a well-dressed symphony orchestra. The orchestra started playing, harmonizing with the piano and the ethereal voice seamlessly.
Moments later, the spotlight finally lit the grand piano at the centre of the stage and the beautiful young woman sitting in front of it.
Her fingers flew above the piano keys like butterflies flitting from flower to flower.
The audience gasped when they finally saw Iris Long. They almost couldn't recognize her.
Her emerald dress sparkled gently like stars, giving the illusion that she was glowing with divine light.
A goddess.
No, a fairy.
A fairy goddess.
Her long black hair was artfully arranged in gentle waves flowing behind her. Her entire aura bespoke a noble countenance.
She began singing; her voice so exquisite that the audience felt their chests tighten.
"I was young and fearless
Blazed through my dreams without direction
Tried to reach the sea of the brightest stars in the sky
The stars above
Our land of dreams"
The young people in the audience felt their blood boil when they heard the lyrics. All of them had dreams they were trying to achieve. They felt inspired. Yet why was the melody so heartbreaking?
"I sang a song
A song not mine
A song everyone else is singing
I lost my voice
I lost myself
I lost the essence of my dream"
"My shooting star lost its light
I died, I faded
I am nothing
Nothing but a black star
A black star in the grave of dreams
I cried, I prayed
Yet I'm still nothing
Nothing but a black star
A black star crawling up the grave of dreams"
"Oh, stars above
Oh, land of dreams
I failed but I'm still dreaming
The meaning of life is to live our dreams
We fail, we fall
Yet still we keep on dreaming
No matter how far a black star falls
It's still a star that can glow again"
Their hearts thumped. They already failed. They had already given up. Could they really keep on dreaming? Should they keep on dreaming? Could their passion really ignite once again?