Chapter 37: Marilyn!
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At the Houston Arena.
It's not hard to tell that Marilyn's fame is substantial because stars wouldn't dare hold a concert in an arena like this without a significant fanbase.
Speaking of Marilyn.
This woman is not just beautiful in appearance; her singing abilities are quite unique, making this twenty-two-year-old appealing to both men and women.
Wall plastered walls are filled with pictures and posters of Marilyn.
There are many people here.
The tickets were almost sold out in no time.
Jack was a bit puzzled, just how famous was this woman?
Before even entering, the place was already frighteningly crowded.
“So excited!” a female classmate stood in front of Marilyn's poster, looking at the quietly smiling woman.
Jack also looked at Marilyn's photo.
He was slightly taken aback.
“She's gorgeous!”
Marilyn in the photo was smiling.
When this woman smiles, there's a blend of serenity and vitality, clear eyes and bright teeth. With only a few strands of hair on her forehead revealing her pale brow, her long, black hair flows down without any adornment. This woman has no trace of makeup, displaying more of her natural appearance.
She doesn't look like those photos on the internet.
Processed with all sorts of filters, watermarks, and photoshopped to imprint that brightest moment.
This woman, without any embellishment, is very beautiful.
You should know that those who dare to reveal their foreheads, whether men or women, are usually quite confident in their appearance.
One's beauty can overshadow many flaws, and a forehead is the most blank space on a person.
If the photo is like this.
What about the person in real life?
Jack finally understood why Marilyn's fame was so high. Just her appearance alone could captivate anyone, let alone her unique and special singing talent. Naturally, appealing to both genders wasn't strange at all.
It seemed as if one needed to clutch the photo to their chest to be satisfied.
"Right, it's time to go in!" Wenjing seemed to remember something suddenly and pulled a few girls saying, "Jack, let's hurry inside!"
The concert hall was large.
So large that fitting thousands of people seemed entirely possible.
Jack and Wenjing along with a few girls sat in their seats according to their ticket number at the venue, which now housed many people, and as time went on, the gym became more crowded. After the seats were filled, people even stood, and the word crowded was an understatement.
"So many people!"
"This proves Marilyn's popularity!" Wenjing shouted.
Despite being loud, due to the noise in the arena, no one heard her words.
Too many people.
Just getting on stage could be not an easy task.
The majority of concertgoers were young people.
They held glow sticks or snacks and other things in their hands.
“Hmm!”
Jack grabbed the popcorn and began to eat it up.
Eyes on the stage.
Lots of people.
If someone were murdered here, it would be easy.
Too many people always lead to a sense of insecurity.
"What am I thinking about!" Jack laughed wryly and shook his head.
This was a concert, how could anything dangerous happen?
Is it an occupational hazard?
Jack slapped his head, as a bodyguard, he had developed an occupational hazard of associating crowds with danger subconsciously.
Even if there was danger, what does it have to do with him?
"Ahh!"
"Marilyn!"
"Marilyn, I love you!"
In that instant, the audience erupted into a roar. The noise came wave after wave, just because a woman had appeared on stage.
This woman wore a blue jacket over a tee, in the summer, she dressed like a student, without much decoration, yet she was still beautiful!
She was Marilyn.
The incredibly popular Marilyn.
As soon as this woman made an appearance.
The crowd seemed to go wild.
“Marilyn, I love you!”
“Marilyn, I finally see you!”
“Marilyn…”
“I'm going to faint!”
It seemed…
Only Jack was indifferent near the vicinity.
Jack wondered if he should also shout a few lines to blend in?
“Having you guys…”
"Is really nice!”
Marilyn smiled gently on stage.
As soon as she spoke, it became quiet down below.
As if by tacit agreement.
Jack was puzzled at how amazing this woman was; as soon as she spoke, the audience immediately quieted down.
“To be able to hold a concert here today, to be able to see you all, I am delighted because with you here, this stage is complete. Do you like it? Do you like this concert?” Marilyn smiled softly.
Her smile bloomed in an instant creating a stunning scene.
"Love it!!"
"Love it!!”
Many 'loves', like a flood, swept into the concert.
"What do you want to hear?" Marilyn held the microphone out, and under the lights, her fair arms seemed quite alluring.
"That Moment!"
"That moment!"
Everyone in the audience shouted in unison.
Although there were other shouts, most of them were drowned out by the voices shouting 'That moment'.
That moment.
It was the song Monroe was most beloved for.
That's why this song is called "That Moment".
"Then let's sing ——"
"That moment!"
Monroe's beautiful eyes twinkled.
"I believe everyone will love it!"
The next moment, she suddenly turned around.
Snap!
The lights were dazzling.
Scattered all over.
At some point, the stage was occupied by eight dancing women.
Eight dancing women standing in different directions.
Monroe raised her hand.
Snap!
A snapping finger appeared in the backstage accompaniment!
Eight women lifted one foot at the same time, the next moment, with a whip of their long hair, the dance spread like wildfire, completely opening up the hot dance!
Monroe was among them.
The rhythm had been brought to life.
This song ——
It had started.
A melody of deep sadness, yet it stirred the heart.
Jack was also infected.
"Sounds great!" Jack blinked. Indeed, this woman sang beautifully. From the moment the song started, it was as if one was being led into a valley of sadness. Despair, silence, everyone was listening quietly, in silent agreement not to speak.
It's like water flowing.
A song.
Represents a story.
Its rhythm can infect people’s hearts.
And this song, from the first moment, had already infected everyone’s hearts.
It was as if you had entered another world.
You could leave the song at any time.
But, nobody wanted to.
At this moment.
The turning point began.
Monroe's voice suddenly swelled.
The sound was loud yet soft and sweet in the ear.
At that moment.
Jack felt like he had emerged from the deep valley of sorrow. The song completely brought him from one world of sadness into another. He was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but immerse his heart into the newly born world of music, that rhythm and melody, unforgettable.
It was at this moment that Jack ——
Understood why this song was called 'That Moment'.
For a long time.
For a long time.
Even if it was only four or five minutes.
It felt like a long time.
The song finally ended.
Monroe's dance also stopped.
Eight dancing women retreated in unison.
On the stage, only Monroe was left.
"What else do you guys want to hear!" Right after finishing a song, without any hint of exhaustion or rest, Monroe was only panting briefly, then she asked again.
Then, the audience shouted out the songs they wanted to hear.
Jack was again immersed in this woman's singing.
This woman's voice like her person, was mesmerizing.
So beautiful.
And so pleasant to the ears.
He felt that listening to the songs was quite a good thing.
He had rarely listened to songs before, but when he did now, it seemed the right thing to do.
Without knowing how much time had passed, he was completely lost in the music.
"What's wrong?" Jack looked puzzled.
"Give her flowers!" His female classmate was beside herself with excitement, as if she was about to faint.
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