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"If the robin's song is like a bird spreading its wings and soaring into the sky, then Spa's voice is 'the sky itself.'"
An elderly producer wearing sunglasses said.
He has been in the industry for many years and has always had a prejudice against rock music.
He felt that this thing disregarded human voice too much, and that its actions were merely a display of "tools" and "skills".
However, upon hearing Spa's singing, even with his picky standards, he still found it difficult to find fault with it.
But at that moment, the melody suddenly changed.
The guitar music grew louder, the notes transforming into towering waves, crashing down on people.
The producer frowned:
"Noise! What a waste of such a beautiful voice!"
He shook his head, turned and walked away, only to find that the area in front of and behind him was already full of people, and he couldn't slip away.
The audience cheered and jumped around, and the collective momentum made the sound wave even more intense.
The producer couldn't leave, so he had no choice but to patiently listen.
Spa's voice, carrying waves of melody, swept over us, transforming into a field of sound without us even realizing it.
The producer felt like a fisherman setting sail, desperately racing through the waves, fighting against the elements.
Without realizing it, the producer felt younger. When he came to his senses, he realized he was already deeply immersed in it.
The music, carrying a wave of excitement, pierced through the corridor and reached everyone's ears. They rushed to the cafeteria, their footsteps pounding on the red carpet like drumbeats.
The noise reached the furthest restroom.
A young man was bending over, washing his face, with tap water gushing down on his forehead.
blah blah blah!
The young man turned off the tap.
He stretched out his palm and wiped his face hard, water droplets splashing and soaking his yellow shirt.
The young man's name was Basil. He was plain-looking and dressed simply; he was just a staff member carrying luggage. The only memorable thing about him was the badge on his chest, which bore Spa's signature.
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"Spa is playing! Come quick! Come quick!"
"Hurry up! It'll be over soon if we don't go!"
Outside the restroom, shouts rang out. Then, the sound of footsteps pattered into Basil's ears.
Upon hearing Spa's name, Basil paused for a moment, then quickly regained his senses and hurried outside.
Little did he know that beneath his feet lay a strange patch of powdery scales, emitting a faint glow.
Boom!
The spaceship vibrated.
The powdery scales spread into the corridor and gradually sprouted.
Chapter 133 The Guitar Shatters Abundance
In the pitch-black star field, a blue spaceship sailed by.
Yellow flames streaked across the starry sky, swept past planets, and weaved into the sea of meteorites, churning and churning like swimming fish.
Before long, the spaceship broke through layers of meteorites, only to enter an even stranger star system.
It was a sea of trees, a sea of trees the size of a planet.
Vines wrapped around shrubs, taking root in gray-black asteroids, growing in a twisted manner.
What's even more eye-catching are the towering trees.
They take root in meteorites and asteroids, but their tendrils grow wildly and uncontrollably, obscuring the starry sky.
Even more frightening is that these vines are still growing wildly.
The branches scattered their powdery scales, silently seeping into the cabin.
And at this time...
The blue spaceship, however, was on autopilot.
People crowded into the restaurant, packed to the brim, listening to Spa play music and swaying to the rhythm.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss...
Spah conjured electric sparks with his hands, accompanied by guitar playing, unleashing a revolutionary sound effect, like thunder resounding across the sea.
Everyone, from the restaurant security guards and staff to the bread-cutting chefs, got excited.
The longtime fans took the lead. They jumped around, made rock and roll gestures, and led those around them to jump to the rhythm.
In an instant, the person transformed into undulating waves.
The robin gazed at the bustling crowd, clasped her hands together, and stood smiling before the table. But her legs trembled slightly.
She wanted to sing on stage, but considering the performance the next day, she had to protect her voice and had no choice but to give up.
The girl focused more of her attention on Spa, watching him sweat profusely. His angular face seemed even more handsome than it had been two years ago.
What a brat!
The robin thought.
Meanwhile, in the corridor...
Snap! Snap snap...
Basil ran quickly across the red carpet.
hurry up! Hurry up!
The performance is unpredictable; we don't know when it will end!
Sweat dripped from Basil's forehead as he ran faster and faster, the abstract paintings beside him flashing backward like a carousel.
He felt the wind whistling around him, like a booster propelling him forward.
Hurry! We're almost there!
However, Basil did not notice that tendrils were emerging from behind him, chasing after him.
Wherever the vines spread, everything became abnormal.
Abstract paintings have disappeared, ceramic ornaments have disappeared... even antique phonographs have vanished.
All the furniture and decorations have been transformed into green plants, blending into the vines and flowing through the corridor.
The tendrils are getting closer and closer to the basil.
But he was completely unaware.
……
Bang!
Clang! Clang, clang, clang...
Spa strummed the strings repeatedly, the rhythm becoming increasingly rapid, and the atmosphere growing more and more heated, with cheers erupting as if they were about to burst through the roof of the ship.
It seems like it's time.
Spa ends the melody with the last note, then transitions into the next song.
After the prelude ends, the melody gradually speeds up, becoming as rapid as raindrops, but the rhythm becomes repetitive.
"I'm trying to stay calm!"
"But my brain has already gone out of control!"
Spare held the microphone to his lips, his magnetic voice carrying outwards and echoing throughout the restaurant.
"I'm trying to stay calm!"
"But my brain has already gone out of control!"
Spah repeated a line of lyrics, stretched out his arm, and handed the microphone to the audience in front of him.
Everyone was slightly taken aback.
The longtime fans reacted immediately, jumping up and down, belting out the song:
"I'm trying to stay calm!"
"But my brain has already gone out of control!"
People started singing along. At first, their voices were a little out of sync, but in the blink of an eye, they blended together, transforming into layers of sound waves.
"I'm trying to stay calm!"
"But my brain has already gone out of control!"
"I'm trying to stay calm!"
"..."
Simple lyrics and simple melody, yet they immersed the entire restaurant in the realm of singing, and the musical frenzy gradually spread, radiating into the cabin.
The robin clicked its tongue slightly, took out the microphone, pressed its lips to the edge, and softly sang along.
She sang, stealing glances at the noisy crowd. Even though she had witnessed it before, the girl still couldn't hide the shock in her heart.
My concerts... won't be that interactive.
Honestly, Spa hasn't performed in all these years, but his live performance skills haven't declined at all...
The robin pouted its lips.
……
Meanwhile, Basil was panting heavily.
He gradually slowed down. The brief burst of speed made his legs feel like they were filled with lead.
The tendrils crossed the long corridor and gradually caught up with his back.
The two sides were only five meters apart.
However, Basil's attention was completely focused on the singing, and he didn't notice the danger approaching behind him.
"I'm trying to stay calm!"
"But my brain has already gone out of control!"
"I'm trying to stay calm!"
"..."
The chorus of voices surged forth like a giant wave, crashing against Basil's cheeks.
He felt as if he had been drenched by seawater, his mind instantly became clear, and his strength returned.
I'm done! Keep running...
Basil quickened her pace, even stepping over the carpet.
Behind it, the vines followed closely, but always maintained a five-meter distance, making it difficult to get close.
Basil twitched her nose, catching the aroma of the pan-fried steak. The scent of oil mixed with the aroma of meat filled her nostrils.
He looked up slightly and saw the warm glow of the restaurant chandelier.
Basil used her legs to push off, rushed through the corridor, and stepped into the restaurant.
Arrived!
I've finally arrived!
Basil stopped, put her hands on her hips, arched her body like a shrimp, and inhaled and exhaled repeatedly.
The booming chorus reached his ears. Basil curled his lips, raised his fist to the sky, and cheered loudly.
My paradise! We've arrived!
The next second, he suddenly felt the surroundings darken.