On the main stage of the opera, Vivian was walking on the road a little hesitantly. She knew that everything in front of her was an illusion projected from her heart, but she still couldn't help but recall that unbearable past.
It was a toy store in the alleyway of her home.
There is no reason why the rent of a street shop is higher than that of a street shop.
In the city of Saint-Leiden, paving the road means being protected by the patrol police, which means safety.
The street shops in the slums are exposed to dark violence.
Even if there is a floor tile across the street, it is not the scope of the patrol police's responsibility. Even if the street shop is set on fire, the patrol police have the right to turn a blind eye.
Just across the street, it was Vivian's favorite toy store when she was a child.
She liked that boss very much, because the boss, who also came from a poor background, would never look down on poor children like them, and would even occasionally lend them toys that were defective and unsellable for free.
Unfortunately, everything ended when she was seven years old.
The illusion in front of her was that of a toy store with a big hole in the window. She stepped into the ruins of the toy store along the huge hole in the window.
At this time, the phantom sound of breaking glass suddenly sounded, which reminded her of the day when the toy store was smashed by gangsters.
"Bang!"
The glass shattered!
Countless fragments swirled in the air, reflecting the sun and the expressionless face of the patrolman at the street corner.
And the person who tried to stop the gangster from extorting protection money and tried to protect the store manager was thrown out by the gangster, smashed through the window, and threw herself outside the store... it was her!
Looking at her as a little girl, Vivian's heart ached.
Music, sound at the right time!
When the long flute sounds in the void, it is like an ancient ballad, making the listener instantly feel a sense of uncertainty in the world.
On the conductor's podium in front of the orchestra, Mark watched the ghost musicians in front of him play the music clearly and accurately on the score. He nodded with satisfaction, and then cleared his throat.
Show off his ability as the champion of the city's youth singing competition.
At this moment, he transformed into a speaker of suffering, speaking with a magnetic voice:
"They are all...brave!"
"The wound on your forehead."
"Your...difference...the mistakes you made..."
If there is another time traveler in the audience, he will immediately know that Mark is singing "The Lonely Warrior"!
The song was never a traditional opera.
However, this is recognized by more than one billion people, and has become a widely circulated piece of music that countless primary school students are crazy about.
The music itself is too short, only 4 and a half minutes, which is not enough to be universally recognized as a true opera.
Mark took a trick...
However, just the declarative singing at the beginning is enough to make people immersed in the sadness and quickly immerse themselves in it, and the beauty of the music itself overflows on the spot.
Before opening his voice, Mark, as the conductor and the guest audience, knew very well that the three of them were playing on an isolated island in a dark spiritual world.
But when he sang the first verse of the Leyte version, lights came on over the island.
First one, then two, three, and four.
If you feel it carefully, you will feel a faint divine light coming from there. Even if you feel it in a thick line, you will have the urge to kneel down on the spot and worship it.
That is a private room related to the gods.
Mark didn't know whether it was the true form of the gods or some afterimage.
But he knew that at least the three of them had a good start.
In the box of the God of Music, the clone of the Muse was observing the performance on the stage with half-closed eyes, while listening to the soundtrack and the lyrics of this piece of music that I don't know if it is an opera or not.
This kind of performance is undoubtedly a subversion of traditional opera.
Of course she didn't know that the original version was actually a MV, not an opera.
The bright beginning has firmly captured her mind.
What’s interesting is that as the goddess of music, if she didn’t jump out and say that this is not an opera, then no other gods would come out to give Mark a red card.
The calm and powerful melody was beautiful and full of narrative. Muse's burgundy eyes suddenly lit up. Just this short section of the melody lived up to her curiosity, leaving her work behind and running to listen to the music.
At this time, the gradually intensifying musical points in the opera began to strengthen the impression of the opera in the mind of the muse, and the rhythmic acceleration made the audience understand that the opera was about to get to the point.
The magnetic male voice continued to sing:
"No need to hide it!"
"Your shabby doll."
"Your mask, your ego-"
Just a few lines of lyrics immediately penetrated Vivian's heart.
She was a little crazy, she really didn't know whether her temporary partner was an angel or a devil.
Precisely because of her humble background, she began to hide her inner weakness in street fights and brutal competitions.
There are always some bad kids in the slums who enjoy destroying other children's toys. For this reason, Vivian even has to carefully hide her stuffed bear every day.
From childhood to adulthood, she had managed to build a mental mask of perseverance and indifference for herself, but it showed signs of disintegration under a few simple but highly contagious lyrics from Mark.
She felt that her emotions were starting to get out of control.
Coincidentally, she 'saw' a few old acquaintances in the back alley of a bar - they were the gangsters who smashed up her beloved toy store. No, it wasn't just them, there were also some of the enemies on the opposite side.
, and the cultists she once hunted.
Together they gave her the most ferocious laughs and rushed towards her with shining weapons raised high.
Coincidentally, this triggered another melee, and a burly man found the enemy who killed his wife and daughter in the bar.
A big melee began.
Until this moment, the opera's god-level audience suddenly understood - this is a story praising a girl who rose from the slums.
To be honest, in fact, at this moment, several "audiences" can already attack the opera. For example, they can play dirty tricks and strengthen the fighting power of the opposing gangsters.
Originally, the relationship between the various gods is what you approve of, and your opponents must oppose it because they are opposed to it.
Everyone has already seen that the protagonist is a believer in the night, and the supporting character is a son of the storm.
Miraculously, no one took action, not even the Sin Sect, which was extremely hostile to the Church of Light and Night, took action.
The muse breathed a long sigh of relief.
She is afraid!
She is really scared!
I'm afraid that those bastards who don't understand art will ruin an opera that is likely to become a classic.
As the opera continued, her nervousness gradually began to subside. She was infected by the subsequent music melody and plot, and her whole body became happy. Her graceful body even slightly swayed back and forth in accordance with the melody, and her hands beat the time.
"Honored Muse, is this opera really that good? It sounds a bit...untraditional." one of her angels asked.
The muse curled her lips: "Even if it is a true classic, you will get tired of it after listening to it ten thousand times. Not to mention my followers, even this world seriously lacks new blood in art. Damn it! Why does this have someone?
A genius with extraordinary musical talent is not my believer!?"
At the edge of the stage, Mark's singing continued:
"They say...bring light to tame every monster."
"They said... stitch up your wounds, no one loves a clown."
"Why being alone is not glorious."
"People are only imperfect and worthy of praise."
"Who said someone covered in mud is not a hero——"
The deep voice gradually became more ethereal. When he sang this line, he was having a fierce battle with the hateful patrolman in the dark back alley, and Vivian's soul suffered another severe blow.
Suddenly I felt the urge to burst into tears.
Vivian screamed in her heart: Bastard! Why do you understand? Why do you understand me——
Born in a side family, while the young master of her master's family was enjoying fine clothing, fine food, and a good education, she was crawling around in the dirty back alleys of the city.
However, this lyrics seems to be tailor-made for her.
At this moment, Vivian was more than just caught up in the drama. She simply lost control of her emotions.
Instead of using her best crossbow, she used her purest fists to fight fiercely with the projections of the patrol officers on the stage.
Punch to the flesh!
Every move is fatal!
Neither she nor Conrad nor Mark noticed...
In the box of light and night, the mist of night suddenly descended!