Finally, the concert in Gart was about to begin.
Backstage, the technical team hurriedly made their final checks. "Triple check everything. No mistakes tonight," one technician called out to another.
One by one, the staff started coordinating with security to organize ticket checks and entry.
Since Jasmin had bought a VIP ticket, she could naturally enter the venue early, and there was even a dedicated lounge area for her.
Earlier that week, she had cleared her entire schedule for this event. Her assistant, Cassie, had been shocked.
"Even the board meeting?" she had asked.
"Especially the board meeting," Jasmin had replied firmly. "This concert takes priority."
One week of focus. I can give him that much, Jasmin had thought to herself.
When the concert officially started, someone would arrange for her to be seated in the front row of the VIP section.
"What's wrong, Jasmin? Why is your face suddenly so red?" Cassie asked as they walked.
Although there were quite a few people in the VIP lounge, it was much more comfortable than outside, with air conditioning. But why was Jasmin's face so flushed and hot?
She only just sent a message to Paul, didn't she? How strange...
"It's... it's nothing... I'm going to the restroom!" Jasmin shook her head, then walked toward the bathroom.
Cassie watched her back, feeling very puzzled, but couldn't figure out the reason. However, when she thought about getting to watch Paul's concert from the front row soon, a smile spread across her face.
Just like Jasmin, she was also a devoted fan of Paul.
And if she didn't know that Jasmin had special feelings for him, Cassie would have already asked Paul to give her private tutoring sessions.
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Outside the concert venue, the atmosphere was even more lively.
The Gart concert wasn't just attracting locals; many people had come from all over the country just for this event. Interestingly, even though most of these people didn't know each other beforehand, they seemed to hit it off while waiting for the ticket check.
As for the topic of conversation—it naturally revolved around how they were going to sing their hearts out at Paul's concert.
"So nervous! So nervous!"
"Relax, buddy. I've sung at more than ten of his concerts!"
"What? You're even busier than Anilani?"
"Just joking. But seriously, who isn't busier than Anilani at his concerts?"
"True. Everyone's busy singing while he just strolls around on stage with his hands in his pockets."
"By the way, I've been practicing for a long time just for tonight's concert. Later, you guys have to listen to my amazing voice!"
"Hah! You've met your match. I sing Anilani's songs at home every day! My wife and kids are tired of me!"
"Wow, are you serious?"
"Just kidding! Lighten the mood a bit!"
A security guard watched the growing crowd with a weird expression.
"Is this normal?" the newer guard asked his senior colleague. "I've never seen fans so excited to... sing instead of listen."
His colleague chuckled. "Welcome to Anilani's world. Nothing's normal here."
The staff and security at the Gart concert venue were overhearing these enthusiastic fans, who seemed eager and excited to perform.
Some fans were even pulling out throat lozenges, preparing to warm up their vocal cords. Even the staff were a bit confused…
Could the rumors online really be true?
Were these people seriously spending money on tickets just to come here and sing for Paul?
That sounded too ridiculous.
Especially when some staff members noticed many fans holding sheets of paper with Paul's lyrics printed on them.
They're more prepared than we are, one staff member thought, shaking his head in disbelief.
Were they worried about forgetting the words in the excitement? There are strange things every year, but this year seemed especially odd.
The staff and security were left bewildered.
However, some of the staff were actually volunteers who hadn't managed to get tickets themselves. They quickly explained the unique guest-performer dynamic at Paul's concerts to the others, leaving them in awe.
But as the ticket checks continued, the staff became used to seeing more and more fans holding printed lyrics, making it feel normal after a while. Things that seem absurd at first can start to feel routine when everyone's doing them.
More than half an hour later, as more and more fans entered, the crowd outside thinned. Finally, with everyone seated, the 10,000-seat Gart Stadium was completely full.
At that moment, without exception, everyone's faces were filled with eager anticipation.
The look in their eyes, ready to jump in at any moment, was like a crowd of sports fans watching the final seconds of a championship game, or kids on Christmas Eve who just heard a noise from the chimney.
Under the staff's arrangement, Jasmin comfortably settled into the prime front-row seat at the concert. She glanced back and saw the arena packed with people, buzzing with excitement.
Every corner was filled with cheers and shouts.
It's intoxicating, Jasmin thought, understanding now why Paul loved performing despite not getting to sing.
In the past, when she filmed TV dramas, there was always a screen separating her from her audience, making the connection feel distant and vague.
But now, feeling the fans' passion face-to-face, she finally understood why so many singers measure their worth and achievements through concerts.
This feeling of being in the spotlight—how incredible!
"Jasmin, are you sure you're okay? You were in the restroom for almost twenty minutes earlier!" Cassie asked quietly, concerned.
Jasmin blushed slightly but quickly regained her composure.
The VIP restrooms were private, so no one else could enter. Cassie couldn't have discovered anything unusual.
"Uh, nothing. I just had a bit of an upset stomach earlier, maybe I'm not used to the food here," Jasmin explained.
"Oh, I see. If you feel unwell, please let me know right away!"
"Mm, I will."
If you only knew what his message did to me, Jasmin thought, her cheeks warming again at the memory.
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As time passed, the moment when Paul's concert would officially start was drawing closer.
The fans in the audience were growing increasingly excited, and some were even complaining that time was moving too slowly.
"Why hasn't it started yet? I can't hold it in much longer!"
"I feel like I'm going to explode—!"
"Where's Anilani? He should come out and kick things off so he can get to bed early."
"What's going on? Is he acting like a diva? We, the real singers, are all waiting for him!"
Hearing the fans behind her, Jasmin couldn't help but smile.
"Hahaha..."
"No wonder he always looks so utterly exhausted after every concert."
"This is just too funny!"
As she laughed, even the other VIP ticket holders in the front row started to join the conversation.
"I might sing a bit loudly later, so bear with me!" one person announced.
Instead of getting upset, the people around them encouraged him.
"What's there to be afraid of? Sing your heart out!"
"Exactly! We bought front-row tickets just to sing loudly for Anilani to hear!"
"Right, we're so close to the stage, he will definitely hear us singing!"
"I can't wait to see his helpless expression!"
Jasmin quickly realized that, whether it was regular ticket buyers or VIPs like her, everyone had the same goal.
And that was—to sing for Paul!
The audience was discussing passionately, with their eyes full of anticipation as they gazed at the stage. All their emotions were primed and ready to explode, just waiting for Paul to make his entrance.
Behind the curtain, Paul adjusted his microphone one last time.
Finally, the long wait reached its climax. At 7:30 p.m., he slowly rose from the center of the stage—he had arrived!
In an instant, all the concert lights went out, plunging the stage into darkness. The audience didn't panic; instead, their faces beamed with uncontrollable excitement.
Then, a thunderous wave of cheers erupted across the entire venue. They knew the Paul concert was finally about to begin!
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
Accompanied by the rising stage lights of the concert, the entire stage began to brighten.
Paul stood alone at the center of the stage. The microphone felt different in his hand tonight—not just a prop, but a tool he would finally use.
In an instant, the cheers from the audience surged like a tidal wave.
"Anilani! Anilani!!!"
"Ahhhhh—!"
"I want to have your baby!!!"
"No, wait, I want to sing for you!!!"
"Get in line!" someone shouted back with a laugh. "We all want to sing for him!"
"..."
Among the crowd, the screams of female fans and the shouts of male fans echoed, wave after wave crashing towards the stage.
Standing under the spotlight, Paul wore a confident smile, his gaze firm. This wasn't his first time performing at a concert with an audience of tens of thousands.
Tonight, he was about to deliver an unprecedented audio-visual feast. A completely new experience...
His lips curled into a smile, feeling secretly pleased.
Tonight, you won't get the chance to sing for me again. I'm going to sing my heart out!
He waited for the cheers to die down slightly before picking up the microphone.
"Hello!"
"Welcome to the Gart concert! Welcome to hear me—!"
Before he could even finish my sentence, the audience burst into laughter.
"We're not here to listen. We're here to sing!"
"Exactly, I can sing all your songs with my eyes closed!"
"Bro, singing doesn't require eyes open, does it?"
"What does it matter? I just like singing with my eyes closed. It's more thrilling, like being blindfolded and tied up."
"Dude, don't say that. The way you put it, singing Anilani's songs feels like some weird, possessive thing."
"It's like therapy, you know?" someone called out from the crowd. "Where else can you scream your lungs out and nobody judges?"
"Haha, isn't that why we're all here?"
"HAHAHA—"
Though joking, they weren't far from the truth.
The tens of thousands of fans who bought tickets came with the sole intention of singing their hearts out at Paul's concert, venting their emotions.
It's similar to a unique service that emerged in a neighboring country—people who earned money by letting others insult or hit them. In that fast-paced world, many were desperate for places to release their frustrations.
Paul's concert was undoubtedly the perfect opportunity. After all, once you were there, everyone was like family. You could scream at the top of your lungs, and no one cared if you sang well or not!
Since everyone was yelling, no one could hear anyone else.
"Anilani!"
"Hurry up and start!"
"This time, we'll let you sing… two lines, okay?"
"Two whole lines? Someone's feeling generous!"
A loud shout came from a fan in the front row. The audience nearby burst into laughter!
No respect for poor Paul at all—here they were, letting him sing, but only for two lines.
Wasn't that just... cruel?
But none of the fans seemed to mind. Instead, they became more excited, urging him to start. Everyone was too eager to wait!
"Anilani!"
"Anilani!"
"Anilani!"
The crowd's growing cheers nearly tore the roof off as everyone anxiously awaited the concert's first note.
This unified excitement even surprised Paul.
Were these people always this obsessed? he wondered, watching the sea of faces before him.
Did they really have to flock to my concerts to sing and spend money? Couldn't they go mess with someone else's shows?
Wasn't Tommy the Gum holding a concert not far from Gart? Why not go cause some trouble over there?
Why just focus on me, huh?
Paul shook his head helplessly, feeling like he and his fans were destined to cross paths like enemies. Since that was the case, they would just have to love and fight each other.
He smiled slightly, making up his mind.
He raised his free hand high and clenched it into a fist—his signature gesture that regular concertgoers knew well. The audience fell silent, ready for the performance to begin.
All eyes were fixed on him, standing in the spotlight at the center of the stage. Everyone held their breath, eagerly waiting for him to begin the first song.
Without hesitation, he smiled and addressed the fans.
"Alright, the Gart concert—"
"Now officially begins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd erupted once again.
"It's coming! It's coming! Finally, it's coming!" everyone shouted, barely able to contain their excitement.
Paul signaled to a staff member with a hand gesture, and the staff member quickly nodded in response.
Soon...
The intro music quietly began to play at the concert. As the intro filled the venue, the tens of thousands of fans who had been preparing to sing suddenly froze.
"Wait, what song is this?" a whisper started in the front row, quickly spreading through the crowd.
"I know all his songs... but this..."
"Did they play the wrong track?"
But something was strange. What song was this? It felt like it wasn't part of the concert's setlist.
Everyone was focused like never before, searching their minds for a match on Paul's discography, but they couldn't find a single song that fit.
They glanced around at each other, hoping someone else could identify the song.
But everyone looked just as puzzled.
"What's going on?"
"I can't be hearing things, right? This intro sounds great, but I'm sure Anilani doesn't have a song like this."
"Something's not right, definitely not right! Look at his expression—it doesn't look like he made a mistake!"
"But I swear I know all of his songs by heart. How can I not recognize this one?"
"Uh... maybe it's because you don't know them backwards?"
"???"
Half the audience looked utterly confused. In the past, even before the intro fully started, they could confidently identify the song just from the first note.
But now, they were completely clueless. However, some fans remained optimistic.
"Don't panic, guys. Maybe he changed the intro a bit. Once he starts singing, we'll be able to join in."
"Exactly, I'm not worried at all. This is a concert after all. No way he would debut a new song, right?"
"Right! Once the lyrics appear on the big screen, we'll all know which song it is!"
"Yeah, yeah, don't rush! This is probably part of his plan. No way we're letting him sing more than two lines tonight!"
"…"
As these fans comforted themselves, the atmosphere in the venue calmed down a bit. Everyone held their breath, eagerly awaiting Paul's first lyric. As soon as he started singing, they would know for sure what song it was.
Finally, Paul slowly raised the microphone to his lips. Then, his warm, magnetic voice filled the ears of the thousands of fans:
𝅘𝅥𝅯I sing a song for you
And then you ask me:
'Wanna dance with me?'
I think I've fallen for you
I sing a song for you
And I can see the stars
I've fallen in love with you𝅘𝅥𝅯
Before long, he had not just sung two lines—he had already sung more than five! The audience, staring at the lyrics flashing on the big screen, were completely dumbfounded.
"Wait... what... song is this?"
"I sing a song for you?"
At the Gart concert, tens of thousands of audience members were in a state of confusion.
They had prepared extensively for this concert, even more enthusiastically than Paul himself. Some had spent weeks practicing the lyrics, others had organized pre-concert singing sessions.
But they never expected... that he would completely break the rules! He actually dared to sing a new song at the concert. Now all that preparation seemed to be for nothing.
No one had heard this song before—how were they supposed to sing along?
"Is he serious? Is he messing with us?"
"Don't panic. Even if Anilani is singing a new song, at the rate he writes songs, this will probably be the only one tonight."
"Just hold on. We'll make sure he knows what's up with the next song!"
Someone in the crowd spoke up, and the fans below the stage started to think it made sense.
After all, it had only been a week since Paul's last concert. How many songs could he possibly write in a week?
A group of friends huddled together near the front, their glow sticks temporarily forgotten. "Did anyone record that intro? We might need to learn this fast."
"Already on it," one replied, phone held high. "Though I'm not sure why we need to if he's just showing off."
One surprise song won't ruin our night, a veteran fan thought, gripping her light stick tighter. When he gets to the classics, that's when we'll show him who really owns this concert.
Everyone had a good sense of things. He'd have to sing his older songs eventually, and when that happens, won't the veteran fans shine once more?
With that thought, the crowd quickly calmed down. However his new song was actually quite good.
"Wait... this is actually good," someone whispered.
"Goosebumps. I literally have goosebumps."
"Shh! I want to hear every word!"
The lyrics were playful yet romantic, and the arrangement was outstanding—a perfect combination.
In light of how good this song 'I sing a song for you' was, they decided to forgive him for now. The fans, in unison, waved their glow sticks and swayed along with his performance.
At that moment, Paul was fully immersed in singing this song. It had been a long, long time—years—since he'd felt such freedom and joy. Especially when he lifted his head slightly and saw the audience, realizing for the first time that they were as obedient as fans of other singers.
They had expressions of enjoyment on their faces, gently swaying to the rhythm of his voice.
Jasmin, in particular, looked at him on stage with admiration in her eyes. He's not just good... he's extraordinary. How did we not see this before?
His singing was simply incredible. Better than any singer she'd ever heard!
𝅘𝅥𝅯I saw an angel
Walking across the street
She laughed so sweetly
On a Saturday night
She said yes to me
And I asked myself
What such a little angel might want
Into those shining eyes
You have to look
Because an angel in the night
Laughs so much more sweetly
She grabbed me by the hand
And I caught her
Because she has no wings, it works𝅘𝅥𝅯
"Did you hear that line about the angel having no wings?" a young fan whispered to her friend.
"It's about finding magic in ordinary moments," her friend replied softly, eyes fixed on the stage. "Like when we first met..."
"Shut up, I'm trying to record this!"
With Paul's gentle singing, the concert hall became quieter than ever before. In that moment, everyone forgot they had come to sing along. Setting aside all distractions, they focused on listening to Paul sing this new song.
Every lyric painted a picture of that magical moment when love first strikes. Most of his fans had experienced their own chance encounters with love. They naturally understood the butterflies his lyrics described.
"Remember when we first met?" a guy whispered to his girlfriend.
She squeezed his hand. "Just like this song... completely unexpected."
That first meeting, that first dance, that first moment when your eyes meet someone special—they all lived in the music. Everyone there had experienced that spark of attraction at some point. In those precious moments, a simple hello could change your whole world, and a dance could lead to love.
𝅘𝅥𝅯After the first hello
You had me anyway
An angel and a devil
That's just how it is
You gave me a little kiss
I no longer asked myself
What such a little angel might want
Hand in hand she showed me
Then the heavenly door
Now it was clear to me
That this was no angel
If I had known what would happen
I wouldn't be so confused
When such an angel flies without wings𝅘𝅥𝅯
"The arrangement is brilliant," a music critic murmured to his colleague. "Notice how the instruments complement his voice instead of competing with it?"
"This is going to change everything about his image."
"Forget his image—this is going to change the whole industry."
Paul's voice, almost magical, took them back to those moments of pure possibility, when love could happen anywhere – even crossing a street on a Saturday night. His melody carried the excitement of new love, the kind that makes you see stars and believe in angels.
Every note spoke of that wonderful confusion of falling in love. It reminded them that love always comes with a bit of mystery, that delicate dance between the divine and the earthly.
The bridge lifted everyone's spirits even higher:
𝅘𝅥𝅯Ah, oh, lalala, such a beautiful day
Oh, lalala, because I have an angel
Oh, lalala, such a beautiful night
Heaven has brought me an angel𝅘𝅥𝅯
"Remember how we used to joke about him being the conductor?" one fan nudged his friend.
"Well, he just conducted us right into silence."
"And I'm not even mad about it!"
Through his music, they realized that the most angelic things they found were often perfectly imperfect people who danced with them through life.
Finding someone to stay by your side for a lifetime—that was the greatest happiness of all.
As the song reached its final choruses, the fans in the audience couldn't help but join in, singing along with Paul in unison, their voices carrying the joy of finding love in unexpected places:
𝅘𝅥𝅯I sing a song for you
And then you ask me:
"Wanna dance with me?"
I think I've fallen for you
I sing a song for you
And I can see the stars
I've fallen in love with you𝅘𝅥𝅯
Finally, Paul's new song, I sing a song for you, came to an end.
"This is way better than our karaoke version would have been," a boyfriend admitted sheepishly.
His girlfriend laughed softly. "Speak for yourself. But... yeah, you're right."
The entire audience remained caught up in the joyful melody and playful lyrics, with memories of their own romantic encounters dancing in their hearts.
Couples couldn't help but hold hands and sway together, some even stealing quick dances in the aisles.
Those who had come alone found themselves smiling, remembering their own encounters with angels who turned out to be delightfully human after all.
"I need this song. Like, right now," someone called out.
"Already searching online. Nothing yet!"
"Give me five minutes. I'll have these lyrics memorized."
Some even started humming the catchy chorus part, the tune already stuck in their heads.
For a minute or two after the song ended, the venue fell into silence. Then, as if waking from a spell, the audience erupted in applause, chanting Paul's name.
"Anilani——!"
"Anilani——!"
"Anilani——!"
Jasmin couldn't help herself—she was screaming right along with them.
At this moment, no one in the audience cared anymore about why Paul decided to sing a new song. They only cared that the song had brought them such joy and reminded them of love's magical moments. And the fact was, this song had done just that!
Especially the final heartfelt singalong, which complemented his solo perfectly. It didn't drown out his voice but allowed everyone to express their own stories through the song.
This song was simply amazing. As soon as they got home, they knew they'd have it on repeat!
No, in fact, they wanted to download it right then and there, so they could play it in their cars on the way home, singing as they drove!
Jasmin noticed the crowd's reaction, and she couldn't help but smile at their infectious joy.
It seemed Paul had made the right gamble, and he had succeeded. Not only was his songwriting excellent, but his singing was also flawless.
His voice was made for this—he was born to be a singer.
With him leading the way, the future of Germo Entertainment's music division seemed limitless.
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On stage, Paul was also overwhelmed with emotion, barely able to contain his excitement. Though he had expected this kind of response, he hadn't imagined it would be so successful.
As he had suspected, the music that was loved in his original world would be equally embraced in this one.
Music truly is universal, he thought. It bridges not just cultures, but worlds!
This is the universal language of love!
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Meanwhile, what the crowd didn't know was that social media had already exploded.
Many of Paul's fans had recorded parts of the new song and posted them online!
By 8 p.m., the video of Paul performing his new song had already hit five million views, and it was rapidly climbing towards tens of millions!
And this was all in less than ten minutes.
#Anilani performed a new song at his concert!
#I declare 'I sing a song for you' the best song I've heard today!
#I never expected Anilani's singing to be this amazing!!!
#Let him sing more, let him sing more!
#I'm dying here! Can't someone at the concert upload more?
#There were rumors that Anilani had recorded a new song, and it turned out to be true!
#'Because an angel in the night laughs so much more sweetly'... I can't stop crying T_T
#Who is this angel his singing about? We need answers!
#Anilani can sing! Turns out, he's not mute!
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