In just a few minutes, the atmosphere at the scene was ignited by Prin Coco's impromptu song, spreading like wildfire. Not only the live audience but also Efnie and others standing at the peak of the bridge were struck by this momentum and sound wave, their previously accumulated courage and confidence washed away.
Deep breaths, Efnie tried to expel the emotion in her heart and return to her previous calm and rationality, but the shouting from both banks beneath the bridge occasionally poured into her ears, making it difficult for her to enter her zone.
A hand gently rested on her shoulder and then caressed her flowing blonde hair. Although no words were spoken, Efnie's emotions slowly stabilized.
"Thank you, Tilan," she murmured, head bowed. Then, she looked up, opened her eyes, stepped forward, and grasped the standing microphone.
The performance for Edith Academy had begun.
