This time, I won't be the devil.

"Not interested in."

"Neither the band name nor the poster is original. And you're wearing such tacky clothes. Are you going to a middle school party?"

The girl, who had finally mustered up the courage but was cruelly rejected, looked like she was about to cry.

"Little girl, these days, it's a dead end for newcomers to join a traditional band. Uncle, I advise you to give up on this idea. This is for your own good."

Another frivolous guest simply made a joke:

"If you really want to be famous, why not go to the West District and become an underground idol? I might even buy you a handshake ticket..."

The reason why the guests spoke so coldly was not because they had any ill will towards the girl.

But what Bondolim lacks the least today is musicians chasing their dreams.

Just when the girl was deeply shocked, a woman wearing sunglasses, a mask and a baseball cap, wrapped herself tightly, walked up to her.

“Could you tell me about your performance?”

Although she deliberately suppressed her voice, it was still very pleasant.

Chapter 52: Voice of Stars

In this small underground livehouse called [STARRY], the guitarist who had just handed out flyers walked onto the stage with her teammates.

There were four members in the band, and there were only ten people in the audience, including Frenoel and the disguised woman.

Some of them had not left yet after watching the previous band's performance, and some arrived early to see the next band.

They were probably the only three who came specially to listen to this new band.

After the staff announced the show, the spotlights came on and the band's sunny-looking red-haired lead singer began to introduce himself:

"Nice to meet you. We are the Lost Star Band. Thank you so much for coming to watch our first live performance today."

"We are all fans of Miss Stella and were deeply moved after listening to her music, so we started practicing music."

“During the band’s formation…”

The lead singer began to introduce the band members and their experiences, but due to nervousness, he didn't speak fluently.

In order to liven up the atmosphere, the lead singer told a few jokes, but no one laughed.

To put it simply, it was a dull occasion.

As the background music sounded, the four began to play, but due to the great pressure, they made many mistakes.

To be honest, from the perspective of newcomers, their performance was acceptable and it was obvious that they had practiced hard, but they were still far from professional level.

When the first piece ended, several audience members commented:

"The drummer couldn't keep up with the beat, and the guitar kept hanging its head."

“The lead singer was trying too hard.”

"Sure enough, there's nothing to see. If I had known, I wouldn't have come so early."

Two other audience members left after the first piece.

Seeing the cold reaction from the audience, the four people on the stage seemed even more depressed and even a little ashamed.

"Then... next is our... second song."

"This piece... I just finished it yesterday... I only practiced it once... I'm not sure if I can sing it well..."

Halfway through the speech, the lead singer's voice choked up.

To the audience, this was just a not-so-great performance by a band that had just debuted.

But for the girls on the stage, this was their first step towards their dreams after experiencing setbacks and hard work. The blow to them from the unsatisfactory performance can be imagined.

At this time, the prelude of the music had already sounded, but they were stunned for a moment.

Looking at the four girls on the stage, Frey couldn't help but recall the embarrassing experience at the university's welcome party when he and several classmates who played musical instruments signed up for the party on impulse and ended up messing up the performance.

Based on his own experience, Frey actually wants to cheer for the girls on the stage. In his opinion, everyone who dares to muster up the courage to go on stage deserves praise.

But if they plan to keep the band going for a long time, or even aim to make it a career, then the situation is different.

The disguised woman next to her seemed to want to speak, but she finally held back.

Although encouragement from others can be helpful, whether they can overcome this hurdle still depends on themselves.

Even if you fail, even if you are embarrassed, you must complete the performance. If you don't even have this level of awareness, then it would be a good thing to give up as soon as possible.

In short, today is a turning point for this newly formed band.

A moment later, the prelude ended, and just when everyone thought they were about to give up, the socially anxious guitarist suddenly started a violent solo.

Following her lead, the other three people picked up their instruments again and started playing.

After witnessing this scene unfold with his own eyes, Frey couldn't help but feel a little relieved. As a musical instrument himself, he would naturally be infected by the music.

Since the people on the stage have mustered up the courage, the audience below must also be ready to support them.

"Noelle, give me your glow stick."

"Frey...what are you going to do?"

After taking the glow stick, Frey smiled confidently and fearlessly.

"Let me show you the real Wota art!"

Frey took a deep breath, walked to the aisle in the middle of the audience, and raised two glow sticks in his hands, one red and one white.

After everyone's attention was attracted, he raised his left arm above his head, then swung the bat forward in an instant, and the red light drew a sharp trajectory.

Then, he shook his right wrist, and a white light track drew a full crescent arc in the dim space. The afterimage of the stick tail had not yet dissipated, and his left arm stabbed out from under his ribs again, and the two light tracks intertwined to form a cross.

Not only his arms, but Frey's entire body moved. At the moment his knees straightened like springs, his entire body leaned back to forty-five degrees. The fluorescent sticks spiraled up from his waist, and after reaching the highest point, they turned into two balls of light that rotated counterclockwise.

Sometimes Frey spins in circles like a windmill, and sometimes he steps sideways to draw a Z-shaped line. Relying on his extremely high agility and physical fitness, he can perform complex movements that ordinary otakus can hardly achieve.

Under his leadership, the cold and awkward atmosphere at the scene was swept away.

But because the attention of the four girls was also attracted by him, especially the lead singer, she accidentally sang out of tune when singing the chorus, and for a while she couldn't connect with the other teammates.

At this moment, the disguised woman took off her mask and gave prompts to the lead singer on the stage with her moving voice.

She only listened to it once and she already memorized the entire melody of the song.

Her singing seemed to have some kind of magic. Under its guidance, the four girls completed the second half of the performance at an extremely high level.

When the music ended, there was warm applause from the audience.

But the four people on the stage had no time to pay attention to these praises.

"That voice...Ai-chan?"

Facing the girls' questions, Stella playfully put her fist against her temple and said with a smile:

"Ah la la, it seems I'm exposed after all."

Then she took off the disguise on her face, revealing her true appearance.

For a moment, the whole audience fell silent.

Although Frey had already confirmed the other party's identity through identification, he was still amazed when he looked directly at Stella's face.

The Stella in front of him was even more beautiful than the one on the magazine cover. She just stood there, like a star in the night sky, making people unable to take their eyes off her.

And unlike the unattainable, dreamy beauty she exudes when she wears gorgeous stage costumes, she looks more real in casual clothes.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Frey always felt inexplicably familiar, as if they had met somewhere before.

But judging from the results displayed by [Identification], there is no person in Frey's memory who has the same faceplate as hers.

[Name: Stella Adorlu]

[Race: Human]

【Level: 21】

[Soul Strength: 2.9]

[Occupation: Idol]

[Attribute panel: Strength 15.4, Endurance 17.5, Agility 20.2, Magic 25.4]

I didn't expect Stella Adorlu to be her real name.

Moreover, it is obviously not normal for an idol to have a soul strength of 2.9 and a level of 21.

With her strength, she can easily knock down an ordinary strong man. She is a typical weak woman with both strength and speed.

Facing Frey's gaze, Stella gave him a friendly smile and then praised:

"The support just now was really amazing. I was very moved by it!"

If it were an ordinary otaku, he would probably have been killed instantly by this smile, and from then on he would have transformed into Stella and single-handedly defeated others.

Seeing their idol appear before them, the four people on the stage quickly gathered around. The drummer, the leader, was the first to ask:

"Really, it's Ai-chan?"

"Replacement guaranteed."

The four girls exchanged glances, then revealed expressions of excitement that were difficult to describe. For a moment, they didn't know what to say. Seeing this, Stella took the initiative to speak:

"Were those two songs just now your original creations?"

“Well, we came up with the lyrics together.”

"I really like this style. It sounds like a cry from the soul..."

Stella chatted with the four girls. Through their conversation, Frey learned that the livehouse named [STARRY] was actually run by the sister of the drummer named Nikica, so they could arrange today's performance for them.

After leaving signatures for everyone, Stella planned to leave.

"You're welcome to come again anytime!" said Nikki.

"Well, I'll definitely come again if I have time!"

"Can I have a signature?" Frey asked.

"Of course!" Stella took out a postcard, wrote on it and handed it to Frey.