"Cynthia, can you put more emotion into your singing, please?"
Vivian and the others sighed in frustration.
"Cynthia, can you stop making it sound like you're just reciting the lyrics every time?"
She just gave a silly laugh. She wanted to add emotion too, but it seemed like she was simply incapable of doing so. It was as if all the passion and enthusiasm in her life had been drained away, leaving her heart cold and empty, devoid of warmth or heat.
Her voice wasn't soft and alluring, nor was it too deep. It was just clear and cold, much like the impression she gave off. She gently held the microphone and sang softly:
She admitted that she was timid and afraid of getting hurt because when others were hurt or vulnerable, there was always someone by their side to comfort and care for them. But not for her. She only had herself, bearing the bone-deep pain alone. It was really bitter.
So, perhaps it's better to remain lonely forever…
