Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1664 Hovering Above
"Forward, through the gale; forward, through the downpour."

Quietly and attentively, Carter sang with all his heart.

It wasn't just singing; Carter carefully felt the melody and earnestly understood the lyrics. He used to be unable to understand and even ridiculed those foolish and naive dreamers. He considered himself a realist, he considered himself able to see through everything, he considered himself superior and able to foresee the future, and he refused to expose his vulnerability.

As long as you don't believe in your dreams, hope will never be shattered.

As long as you don't give your heart away, your emotions won't get hurt.

But clearly, Carter finally understood that without effort, there would never be a reward; without belief, there would never be a firm conviction.

Only by bravely facing setbacks and embracing our injuries can we truly see the rainbow after the storm, and find a dreamland at the ends of the earth, where flowers bloom, birds sing, springs flow, and the sun shines brightly. There, hope blossoms, life flourishes, and we can experience true happiness and joy.

It wasn't until now, after truly experiencing failure, that Carter finally understood Felix.

Her eyes were slightly red and moist.

But Carter's smile was wide as he sang his heart out.

Then, echoes reverberated through the streets, gently stirring, little by little.

The insults, the jokes, and the noise gradually subsided, replaced by soft humming, and people unconsciously joined in.

Once there's a first, there's a second, and they come together and collide.

Inside the apartment building, someone couldn't believe their eyes. "What the hell? Are you guys crazy? Playing that 'Dead Poets Society' game here?"

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention.

No one cared about the criticism and attacks, or even bothered to respond. They simply focused on continuing to sing, pouring all the bitterness, sadness, anger, and repression deep within their hearts into the melody, transforming it into musical notes, and singing them out, silently coalescing into a resilient force.

"Oh God, you've all gone mad." The voice, filled with despair, finally lost control, clutched its head, and turned to leave.

Soft laughter echoed through the apartment buildings and on the streets.

No words were needed; just eye contact was enough to evoke a surge of joy and happiness. Yet, no one dared to complain or argue. Instead, some raised their voices and sang their hearts out, truly letting their voices out and displaying themselves freely, as if it were a concert.

Or it could be a music festival, where the whole audience sings along.

The responses came from all directions, echoing Carter and Anderson, and slowly spread through the streets and alleys with them as the center.

Originally, people would curl up on the sofa, stand in the kitchen in a daze, lie on the bed feeling hopeless, hold their phones and talk angrily with their friends, sit in front of the computer and engage in a life-or-death battle with the trolls on social networks, and be unable to extricate themselves from negative emotions, losing their way.

A chaotic, low-pressure system hung over Kansas City, seemingly brewing a storm.

Now, those somewhat disordered and non-standard singing voices gradually converge, echoing and colliding in different streets and communities. But it is precisely this slightly chaotic noise that enters millions of homes through windows, awakening souls who are drowning in their own emotions.

They rallied, opened the window, and stood on the balcony looking out.

The lights, one by one, spread like wildfire, and the lights of thousands of homes shone like stars in the sky, making even the setting sun pale in comparison. People on their balconies exchanged glances and looked around, trying to figure out what was going on.

Unfortunately, there is no answer.

But does the answer really matter? Not at all.

No answer is needed. Just look at the singing spreading and expanding before your eyes, and see the neighbors letting loose and joining in the singing and revelry. The right way to do it is already right in front of you. One or two people, whether shy, generous, passionate, or moved, are singing out loud. That is enough.

Quietly, quietly, Carter watched the scene unfold before him, his heart surging with emotion and his blood boiling.

Carter couldn't help but think of Felix. Felix was struggling to his feet in the stands at Arrowhead Stadium. Despite their attempts to help, Felix refused, relying on his own strength to stand up shakily, gazing at the boiling, surging sea of ​​red in the arena. He simply stood there without any particular movement or gesture.

Carter asked, puzzled, "Felix?"

Felix said, "Shh." He silenced him.

Carter was completely confused. He tried to listen, but heard nothing but noise and commotion.

Felix, “You know what? We used to sing ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’ all together here, all for Anne, amazing Anne.”

"That was the most wonderful and happiest experience of my life. Millions of souls embraced each other tightly, sharing the same heartbeat and the same emotion."

"Can you believe it? As long as the Kansas Chiefs are still running and fighting here, that song will forever echo and resonate above Arrowhead Stadium."

Now, Carter believed it.

It turns out that dreams and hopes are real; it turns out that unwavering loyalty and fighting side by side can truly create bonds; it turns out that facing failure and setbacks is not as terrible as imagined; it turns out that scars and setbacks can truly make the soul stronger.

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The melody of "You'll Never Walk Alone" is truly etched into every brick and stone of Arrowhead Stadium, and Annie Gallas and Felix Gray have never left it.

Carter sang with all his might, loudly and with tears in his eyes, even turning it into a roar, releasing all the energy from the depths of his soul.

This is truly the most beautiful and moving moment in competitive sports, even more so than the night the Kansas City Chiefs achieved their three-peat.

It's not because victory and championships aren't important, but because he believes they will get back up after they fall and overcome difficulties together, running towards the future.

At that moment, Carter truly understood the meaning of those lyrics; they were never about victory, and he sang them over and over again.

"Forward, through the gale; forward, through the downpour."

Perhaps, dreams will ultimately be betrayed.

Forward, forward! With hope, you will never walk alone.

The melody intertwines with the singing, and the voice releases notes, converging from all directions and corners.

One person, two people, one street, two streets, one community, two communities... the sparks gradually ignite, and the stirring songs slowly gather together.

Finally, it evolved into a wave that swept across the entire city of Kansas.

It's spectacular.

Li Wei was driving home, with Mahomes, Kelsey, and Hill in the car.

According to the original plan, they should have gone back to their own homes and mothers, but obviously, no one would be able to sleep tonight, and they needed to find something to do.

So, they all agreed to go to Li Wei's house and watch the game recordings all night long, since Li Wei's residence had long been their fixed base.

The passengers in the front passenger seat and the back seat were chattering and arguing amongst themselves. Li Wei had been ignoring it, but at this moment he caught a whiff of their noise.

"Wait, be quiet."

Li Wei raised his voice and listened intently to the sounds coming from outside the window.

(End of this chapter)