"Has she lost her mind? She chose an incredibly challenging song, and she wants to do it acapella?!"
Exclamations were heard all around, all expressing their shock and surprise as if they had seen a ghost. Yet, Xia Ling was calm and collected as she played with the melody of the song, moving it slowly in crescendo and then letting it dissipate once it hit the climax… She was singing her heart out, with no distractions, no anxieties, creating something that was one of a kind, untouched and perfect.
The second line followed: "A silver-haired sea demon, singing alone."
There was silence as the audience watched her entranced.
She spread out her arms and the tips of her toes drew a graceful arc on the ground as she began to dance along to her singing. She kept on singing smoothly, line after line, completely in control of the ever-changing melody ringing out beautifully in this dark space.
This was a song with a story.
