Guided by Audrey's hand, Tilan walked step by step towards the stage.
The path was not long, and although the concert hall was dimly lit, the girl could still see clearly, but her attention was not there. The swaying along the way, the surprised and expectant looks of the people around her, and the stage bathed in light not far away seemed to transport her into a distant dream.
She didn't know why she had this misty and trance-like feeling, as if the events of the night felt both familiar and foreign, like something she had seen in a dream before. And when she grasped the microphone, a surge of emotions and thoughts, long buried within the depths of her heart, slowly rose up.
[If you are a songstress, then go and pour out everything.] Such a maxim emerged in her mind.
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In the concert hall, the crowd was initially attracted by the name 'White Swan' Audrey, but they quickly turned their attention to the dark-haired girl by her side who was just as striking.
