The final note of the young man's song fell, leaving the room silent for a long while.
And then a smattering of applause broke the quiet.
Kelly Martinez praised him, "Truly worthy of being a music industry genius. This song has a folk tune's style, yet you sang it with your own unique flavor."
But with regards to the song's lyrics, Kelly cast a meaningful glance at Aubree Groove.
He is still young, bursting with energy, unable to hide anything.
It moved the heart of a young lady.
But what a pity, the lady he met was no ordinary girl, destined for the falling petals to wish, and the running water to be heartless.
Peter Aria, satisfied, nodded his head, "This song is very good, I like it a lot. What's it called?"
Anton Cook shook his head, "I haven't named it yet."
Peter Aria gazed off into the distant night, as if remembering something – perhaps moments from his past with her.
"In the past, neither of us recognized each other, in the future, my life will be as I wish..."
