Chapter 606
Since they were going to be spending the next four years together, and even the advisor was egging her on, Mira didn’t have much of a choice.
She decided against singing anything unreleased. In this kind of casual setting, any good, familiar tune would make the crowd happy.
Besides, she needed to carefully select ten premium tracks for next year’s lineup, ensuring Solflare Entertainment could monetize them effectively.
A hit song was a precious commodity; she wasn’t about to waste one for free.
She opted for a soulful acoustic ballad.
Marshall had brought a small portable amplifier, and Harvey pulled out a flute to play along.
To everyone’s surprise, the newly minted class president, Reece Hamilton, produced a violin from out of nowhere and joined in. His impromptu harmonization instantly earned a nod of respect from Mira.
The moment her rich, velvety voice filled the air, the entire classroom fell utterly silent.
The slow, steady rhythm transported everyone into a quiet, mystical night under the stars.
Oh, wind sweeping through the wild, slow your haste,
In my silence, I confess I’ve lost my way.
The midnight air is so still, so deeply still,
Even the breeze has faded away, faded away p>
It took a few moments, but a student finally snapped out of the trance and yanked out their phone to record. That broke the spell just enough for half the room to follow suit.
Oh, clouds drifting toward the horizon, slow your flight,
I keep running to prove I won’t turn back tonight p>
The heavy, tranquil atmosphere stripped away all the noise of reality. The imagery of raw, acoustic emotion stood in stark contrast to the distant neon lights, bustling bars, and chaotic night markets just outside their window.
It painted a picture of romance, yet carried the deep, aching weight of a wanderer’s homesickness and life’s hardest choices.
Even Harvey and Reece were entirely swept up in the music, their eyes closed as they lost themselves in the melody they were creating.
The rest of the students silently prayed the song would go on forever, dreading the moment the final note would fade.
But every song had an ending, and reality inevitably came crashing back.
“Encore p>
“Mira, please, just one more. I’m literally begging you p>
“I’ve never been a fangirl in my life, but as of today, I’d die for you p>
“Sing another one! I’ll pay you, I swear p>
A guy wearing a luxury watch yelled out enthusiastically.
The room went quiet again as people actually considered passing around a hat.
Within seconds, another student piped up. “Yeah, I’ll pitch in too p>
Mira let out a helpless laugh. “I don’t need your money. We’re classmates. I’ll sing one more p>
Truth be told, with Mira’s current market value, if she threw an official concert, barely anyone in this room could afford front-row tickets.
“What do you guys want to hear p>
Surprisingly, a quiet girl near the front raised her hand. “Mira, do you know any spiritual hymns? I really love them. They’re so soothing for the soul p>
A couple of others nodded in agreement. The crowd shouted out a dozen other pop songs, but Mira wasn’t really feeling any of them.
“Alright. Let’s do a spiritual piece p>
Mira suddenly remembered a hauntingly beautiful hymn from her past life called Whispers of the Eternal Soul. She had only heard it once, but the desire to perform it had stuck with her ever since.
There was just something profoundly comforting about the melody.
Because it was an original piece no one had heard before, Harvey and Reece had to lean over and read the rough sheet music Mira hastily scribbled out to follow along.
Just to glimpse that solitary bloom, I walked the pilgrim’s road.
Seeking the beautiful truth, I arrived at heaven’s door.
In the golden haze of morning, ancient chants begin to soar.
Turning the wheels of time, spinning destiny and lore.
The spiritual ballad held a unique, hypnotic charm, washing away every ounce of stress and anxiety in the room.
Just as the entire class was suspended in the beautiful trance, a grating voice shattered the peace.
“Look who’s here, everyone p>
Jillian’s voice was shrill and piercing, but not a single person turned their head.
Luna Lance, the Campus Belle, felt the
“Vanessa, I’m incredibly busy el.net Public humiliation.
came down here as a favor to your
Unwilling to admit defeat, Vanessa actually lowered herself to issue an order to Jillian. “Say it louder p>
Usually, Vanessa just let Jillian grovel at her feet, acting as though a simple nod of acknowledgment was a grand act of charity.
Thrilled to be given a direct command, Jillian practically screamed, “Luna Lance, the Campus Belle, is here p>
But the classroom remained deathly quiet. Every student was frozen in place, utterly captivated by the performance.
The soothing melody drifted through the air, vibrating with an almost divine
resonance.
Marshall quietly stepped up to the doorway and shooed them. “What are you doing?
Get out. Out! Seriously, before I call campus security p>
He aggressively waved his hand, signaling them to get lost.
Damn kids, ruining the vibe.
Vanessa and Luna’s faces burned with embarrassment as they retreated into the hallway. They were pampered heiresses, used to being worshiped wherever they went Being shooed away like stay dogs was a first.
Jillian waited until Marshall walked back inside before sneaking a quick peek into the classroom.
She quickly jogged to catch up with Vanessa and Luna. “It’s Mira… Mira’s singing p>
“Her again p>
Vanessa ground her teeth in fury.
But she didn’t say another word. She had to maintain the elegant, unfazed persona
of a wealthy socialite.
Naturally, it fell to Jillian to voice the vitriol.
“Ugh, does she physically need attention to survive? What a pathetic country bumpkin p>
“Wait, aren’t you from out of state too p>
Vanessa asked with a sickly sweet smile.
“How can you even compare us? I’m your loyal friend, Vanessa p>
“I haven’t agreed to that yet. We’ll see how you perform p>
“I promise I won’t let you down, Vanessa p>
“Did you just say Mira? That name sounds really familiar p>
Luna frowned, trying to place it.
She vaguely remembered her brother mentioning it recently.
“You really don’t know, Luna p>
Jillian asked eagerly.
“She’s some famous pop star and her state’s valedictorian. Our entire class is
practically worshipping the ground she walks on.
I even heard she’s gunning for your title as Campus Belle p>
Luna’s jaw tightened. She wanted nothing more than to march in there and rip Mira
to shreds, but she forced a completely indifferent smile.
“That silly title? God, it’s so annoying. The student body just forced it on me p>
“I know, I know. A girl of your caliber obviously doesn’t care about something so
trivial.
Only a desperate country bumpkin with zero connections would need a title like that
to feel important p>
Jillian knew exactly how to feed Luna’s ego. She was a master sycophant, an absolute
Wormtongue, which was exel
why Vanessa kept her act
around