Holmes clenched the three pieces of paper that Josiah had given him yesterday. When he first met Josiah, Holmes thought that the big shot was making fun of him.
He never believed that the high and mighty nobles would like the "bad words" that were popular in the Underground Prison, not to mention that some nobles would take the time to write new "bad words". Even if they did, Holmes did not think that they would be much better than him.
After all, he was the champion of the Underground Prison.
When Holmes finished reading the three pieces of paper, he found that the song was … terrifyingly perfect!
The lyrics of the song were completely consistent with the word "rhyme". At first, Holmes only tried to read it once, but after reading it thoroughly, he felt a sense of contentment.
Holmes had always believed that the music he sang came from the Underground Prison, and he had been the champion of the Underground Prison several times in a row. It could be said that in terms of "bad words", he was the best in all of Noland.
Thus, Holmes also believed that the songs he wrote were the best. It was just that the Noland audience did not know how to appreciate them and were only willing to immerse themselves in the boring opera.
But when Holmes saw the song, his last bit of self- confidence was completely shattered.
If Holmes could be called the king or champion of "bad words", then the person who wrote the song … could be called a god!
A nobleman actually liked such a form of music, and … was far better than him?
The truth was laid before Holmes. He let go of his pride and began to practice the song.
But when Holmes began to practice according to the tune of the song, he found that the song was also terrifyingly difficult.
He did not sleep for the entire night. Under the dim light and the pain from the bruises all over his body, he began to practice the song frantically.
But … the speed was too slow, and he could not find the rhythm. The lyrics did not match the tune of the song …
Holmes encountered countless problems during his practice. Even though he had come to the world's singers, Holmes still had many unresolved problems.
"Damn … it's not this feeling."
Holmes tried again, but got stuck at the last part. He covered his forehead with both hands.
Exhaustion and physical pain overwhelmed him. In order to shorten the distance between him and God, Holmes did not sleep for the entire night. He spent all his energy on this song.
"There's still time."
Holmes calmed himself down. He took a deep breath and looked at the last part of the letter again. He simulated the musical accompaniment in his mind and prepared to try it for the hundredth time.
But before he could speak, he saw someone standing in front of him.
Holmes lifted his head. The bruises from yesterday's beating from the orcs had not healed at all. He could not open his left eye, so he could only use his right eye to look at his opponent.
The person standing in front of Holmes was undoubtedly a 'big shot'. He was someone Holmes could not afford to offend.
"Here."
Roja threw the bag of money in front of Holmes feet. This action made Holmes stunned. He looked at the bag and suddenly remembered the big shot he met yesterday.
"I promised you before. Isn't that why you're here too? There are ten gold coins in it. Take it and leave. This is not a place you should stay. "
Roja looked at Holmes from head to toe. Today Holmes looked more shabby and sloppy than yesterday. His clothes were full of patches and his face was full of bruises which was scary enough.
It would be an insult to the audience if such a person were to appear on Farosi's stage, unless he was playing a specific clown role.
The rule of the semi-final was that the two contestants must be on the same stage. Even if one of them is singing, the other must stand on the stage and listen.
Roja didn't allow a clown to stand on the stage while he was singing, it would lower his singing character.
No one dressed well would want to stand with a beggar.
Holmes didn't answer. He didn't know how to answer. He lowered his head and continued to look at the three papers in his hand.
The rule of survival in the squirrel street was deep in his heart. Don't go against the big shots.
But Holmes didn't want to leave. He regretted his decision. So he could only lower his head and hope that the big shot would take his silence as acquiescence.
And he didn't have much time left. He must hurry up and practice.
"Give me an answer." But Roja wasn't deceived by Holmes. He was just fooled by Heroria. He wasn't in a good mood.
And a poor man ignored him. This ignited Roja's anger.
He looked at Holmes. He didn't even look at him. He just stared at the paper in his hand.
This completely angered Roja. Roja directly took the paper from Holmes hand and threw it on the ground.
Because Holmes held the letter too hard and Roja's action was too rough, the letter was directly torn in half. One half fell to the ground while the other half was in Holmes's hand.
At this moment, Holmes finally looked up.
"Have you thought about it?" Roja continued to ask.
In an instant the little mouse couldn't control his temper and wanted to stand up and rush toward Roja but he was instantly stopped by the theater attendants who didn't know where he came from.
"Josiah -san told you that now isn't the time for revenge." The attendants whispered in Holmes ear.
This sentence made Holmes calm down. The other attendants came to Roja's side and told him that it was time to go on stage.
"If you go on stage, you will regret it."
Roja left the last warning and went directly to the stage. When he walked across the stage, he stepped on the letter on the ground.
As soon as the attendant let go of Holmes, Holmes immediately ran to the letter on the floor, tidied it up, and tried to piece it back together.
But the writing on the letter was a bit blurred. Plus there was a yellow shoe print on it. The last part of the lyrics was even more difficult to read.
What made Holmes nervous was that he hadn't completely mastered the last part.
"It's time to go on stage."
The theater attendant walked over to Holmes, who was kneeling on the floor, and said in a low voice …
Holmes looked at the three letters that were about to turn into waste. His hands and feet were heavy and cold. His lips were trembling.
But under the urging of the attendants, Holmes picked up the letters on the ground and put them in his pocket. He struggled to get on stage.
When he got on stage, the entire audience was cheering. But they weren't cheering for him. They were cheering for his opponent.
He was an elegant aristocratic opera singer from Falosi. Many of the aristocratic girls present seemed to be his loyal listeners.
He had a gentle smile on his face as he faced the audience. Several young girls screamed from the audience.
His smile froze for a moment when he saw Holmes stagger onto the stage and stand under the light projected by the primitive crystal, but it did not last long.
There was a huge contrast between the two contestants. One was a famous aristocratic opera singer from Falosi. The other one didn't look like a commoner.
"Roja, this isn't the first time we've met."
As a judge, the Knight Of The White Thorn began to greet the young opera singer.
"Yes, I remember the last time I saw you was at the banquet held by the Falosi playwrights. Knight Of The White Thorn." Roja's answer was very appropriate.
"So as one of the youngest opera singers in Falosi, what song are you going to sing?" The Knight Of The White Thorn asked him directly.
After Roja answered a song that Holmes hadn't heard before, the Knight Of The White Thorn turned around and asked Holmes.
Holmes was extremely nervous when he was asked. Of course, his answer wasn't as elegant as Roja's. And when the Knight Of The White Thorn asked Holmes what he was going to sing.
Holmes held the crystal engraved with the Fortissimo inscription, hesitated for a moment, and then said only two simple words.
"Rap."
"Rap? A form of music I've never heard before. Then I'm looking forward to your next performance. "
When the Knight Of The White Thorn said this sentence, Holmes suddenly heard laughter from the audience.
It was a mocking laughter. Of course … The Knight Of The White Thorn's last sentence was out of good intentions. But in the audience's eyes, it was a self-humiliation.
The performance soon began. Lady Luck seemed to favor Holmes that day. In the process of tossing a coin to decide who would perform first, he won the chance to be the second.
This also meant that Holmes had a song to adjust his heartbeat.
And Roja's singing soon began with soothing accompaniment.
This nobleman wasn't the kind of good-for-nothing who lived like a prince. He was truly capable. The songs he chose were difficult even for a layman like Holmes to listen to.
There were simply too many high notes in it!
In order to match his singing, the lights on the stage were constantly changing. Under the soft and silent light, the whole performance looked magnificent.
But in this beautiful performance, the only person who seemed to be out of place was Holmes who was standing not far from the singer.
Holmes's shabby dress and bruises on his face didn't match the scene on the stage.
But he could only stand here, on this stage. He could not go anywhere else.
In this way … Roja's performance was over. The girl's scream and the audience's applause sounded. The young Opera singer was praised for his excellent singing.
And on the screen behind Roja, the number of votes he got continued to rise until it reached more than 23,000.
In the semi-final, the audience could choose one contestant. Roja's singing was appreciated by the audience. But many of them thought that the poor boy couldn't win against such an excellent Opera singer.
The scales of victory seemed to have begun to tilt.
"Thank you." Roja bowed to the audience and then looked at Holmes who was standing on the other side with a slightly playful look.
At that moment … Holmes knew it was finally his turn. The host walked over and handed him the Origin Crystal with the Amplified Sound Inscription.
Holmes's legs trembled as he walked to the front of the stage. He looked at the audience sitting on the stage.
The cheers and applause stopped at that moment. Holmes could feel the doubtful gazes from all directions. The boos from the audience in the previous match seemed to be echoing in his ears.
His hand that was holding the crystal couldn't help but tremble. At this time, the accompaniment sounded.
I must sing! Holmes put his mouth on the front of the microphone. But … his mind was blank.
He … forgot the lyrics. All the lyrics.
The accompaniment continued. He was about to sing the first line but he found that he couldn't sing it.
The questioning gazes of the audience turned into disdain, and a huge pressure enveloped him. Holmes felt dizzy and nauseous.
In the end, he couldn't help but cover his mouth. The first line turned into the sound of vomiting.
On this stage, he directly vomited what he ate in the morning. His whole body powerlessly kneeled on the ground.
The audience did not boo him this time. Instead, they mocked him one after another.
"Is this a clown that the organizers found?"
"This kind of performance shouldn't be on the stage."
"I heard him sing yesterday. He really shouldn't be on this stage."
All kinds of comments poured into Holmes's ears. He vomited all the stomach acid in his stomach. His mind became clear.
He listened to the ridicule from the audience. The emotion that appeared in his heart wasn't fear or cowardice. But … anger. No … Something far above anger. That was hatred.
What … Shouldn't be on this stage?
Holmes clenched his fists. The scene of yesterday's practice flooded into his mind.
The song I practiced yesterday was a thousand and a hundred times better than that guy's song.
You don't know how to appreciate it.
Hatred filled Holmes's heart. It became his motivation.
He had to sing that song! He had to sing it to these idiots. He had to tell them that opera was not the only form of music in the world!
And the rap that he loved was a hundred times better than opera!
He had to tell these ignorant fools.
Driven by hatred, Holmes raised his left index finger and pointed at the sky above the National Noland Theater.
The mocking laughter stopped, and the figure who was vomiting just now stood up shakily. His eyes were no longer filled with fear and uneasiness, but were filled with a kind of infuriating anger.
"One more time."
There was only one person in the entire theater who understood what Holmes had just done, and that was Josh.
Josiah signaled the music to start again.
Holmes raised the microphone in his hand. At that moment, he glanced over the audience with a ferocious gaze. Each and every one of them who had mocked him.
"Listen up!"
Holmes's powerful voice reverberated throughout the entire Norland National Theater and in front of every 'TV' audience.
His voice did not sound as gentle as before. Instead, it was filled with boundless rage, as if he wanted to strangle someone and force them to listen to what he had to say.
Holme raised his index finger to his audience again.
"If you had a chance to achieve everything you've ever dreamed of, at this moment, would you grab it or let it slip away?"
After he finished his opening speech, the performance began. The powerful drumbeats echoed throughout the theater.
"His palms are sweating, his knees are weak, his arms are heavy …"
Holme yelled with hatred and anger as he began to sing. He was ashamed of his cowardice on stage.
If the 'author' of the song was here, he would be disappointed to see Holmes here.
"He opens his mouth, but not a word comes out. He's suffocating. Everyone is laughing at him!"
Holmes could be looked down upon by anyone, but he would not allow his song to be looked down upon!
Therefore, he had to perform the song perfectly on the stage. Not only did he want the audience to realize that rapping was not something to be ashamed of, but he also did not want to disappoint the song's author!
"You'd better go all out in your music. At this moment, you've earned it. You'd better never let it slip away! You only have one chance. Don't miss the chance to stir up the crowd! "
This was Holmes's last and only chance to prove to everyone in the world that his favorite music was the best.
The rapid drumbeats on the stage and Holme's enraged voice completely shocked everyone.
The Knight Of The White Thorn was completely stunned.
Murderous intent. He had sensed a boundless murderous intent from this shabby kid's performance.
The veins on Holmes's forehead were bulging. His face was filled with rage.
He wasn't just singing on the stage. He was venting the emotions that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time. It was as if he was roaring to tell the audience that the music he loved would not lose to anyone!
This kind of shouting and roaring, which was almost like venting one's anger, should have made anyone who heard it extremely angry.
However, the lyrics he sang … had an inexplicable rhythm. When matched with the drumbeats, the Knight Of The White Thorn actually sounded very comfortable. It also gave him a feeling of venting.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity …" Carolee listened quietly to Holmes's murderous performance. Her eyes turned to Josiah, who was beside her. "I heard a lot of lyrics in his lyrics that I don't understand. For example, there's a name that sounds like candy. Mr. Josiah … Did you write this song?"
"No, it wasn't written by me." Josiah shook his head and denied Carolee's question. The song was indeed not written by Josiah. However, at the same time, Josiah denied the fact that he had helped Holmes.
"This is a great song. It sounds … much more comfortable and … refreshing than those operas."
Carolee's gaze once again fell on Holmes, who was shouting the lyrics along with the rhythm on stage. She finally gave a more superficial evaluation.
"Yes … It's very suitable for someone to vent," Josiah said.
"Vent … But the lyrics are actually about a person who has encountered some difficulties, right? Is it about himself … Pouring everything into music, but in the end, he does not get anything in return. Who knows how many people like this there are in the Falosi. "
Carolee seemed to recall something and mumbled to herself.
"Maybe it's about himself, but the lyrics of this song also represent each and every one of us. I believe he will get something in return. His singing is far better than I imagined."
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