first countess

Chapter 80
The colorful light shines on the huge prototype stage, and the table made of crystal reflects a different sense of light, which is particularly mysterious and bright.The light changed, the original brightness was replaced by darkness, the shadow chaser lights slowly turned on, and there were sporadic light spots floating in the sky above the stage. I don't know if it was the visual difference caused by the special effect, or the projection of the light color.

The crisp accompaniment sounded in this quiet space, and a golden throne mixed with silver appeared in midair out of thin air, on which sat a luxuriously dressed man with an elegant and calm demeanor.

The soft light hit his face, as if coating him with an incomparable brilliance. He was dressed in a pure white knight outfit, with a golden saber pinned to his waist, and golden leather boots on his feet. Leaning lazily on the back of the chair, a bunch of golden hair draped over his forehead, he lightly closed his eyes, with a rebellious expression, with the domineering and coldness of a king on his brows.

The tall nose, the slightly parted lips, and a slight curvature upwards make it hard to see clearly. The surrounding light is constantly changing, the background on the LED is jumping all the time, and the prefix of the accompaniment is still spreading slowly.

The venue with tens of thousands of people was extremely quiet at this moment, and the only thing left in sight was the person who seemed to be within reach in mid-air but was far away and dreamy.That man came with a strong nobility, like the most perfect god in their hearts, who was intoxicated at a glance and never wanted to wake up.

The throne slowly fell, and the crystal tabletop on the stage below turned into a rhombus-shaped picture. I don’t know when the stage was surrounded by flowers, with different colors and colorful colors. The seven-color light transitioned from the crystal to the flowers. So unreal, it seems to add an inexplicable dream.

The accompaniment of one bar is over. When the second bar sounds, the arrogant and arrogant voice blends in, and the transition is quickly replaced by cold and sad emotions. The unique voice fully interprets the artistic conception expressed in the lyrics.

At this moment, apart from seeing the infinitely glamorous figure in their eyes, the people in the audience only had that captivating voice in their ears, and it seemed that deep marks had been branded on their hearts. This scene is doomed Ya, the name, will always remain on the stage of the Little Arena, and no one can surpass it.

Not only because the songs he sang are touching, but also because the image of each song he created was vividly shown to everyone. They were like watching a movie called Dream, in which there is a prince who asks for nothing. , There are civilians' perseverance, longing for love, sadness, pain, and disappointment.

It brought back the deepest memories buried in their hearts, those desires, those darkness, those longing for light, after the baptism at this moment, they only left with deep nostalgia and fascination.

Entering the transition period of the next chorus, Erya raised her head slightly and stood quietly on the stage. The azure blue vest set against the azure blue eyes, making her more sad. At this moment, he is like an elegant The white swan is looking at the beautiful blue sky, that greedy freedom.

This song "Freedom" was performed vividly by him. No one doubts that the beautiful and noble swan will disappear in their lives in the blink of an eye and become a short-lived passerby. It is a belief from the depths of the soul. , now only the person on the stage can make them peaceful.

The sound as light as a breeze blows through everyone's hearts, leaving something behind, but taking away something, sometimes like a waterfall in a mountain stream, the water is rushing, and sometimes like a mountain stream, gentle and elegant.

Unique way of interpretation, ingenious stage design, unique Erya, singing the unique self, whether it is sadness, joy, sadness, happiness, confinement, or indulgence, the only thing left is the "unique" self .

(End of this chapter)