Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 828 - 37: The Five White Kites in the Attic
Originally, Tilan thought she didn't care about the album's performance, but later she found herself a bit concerned, just like during the mock exams in her childhood, which, though not determining the final results, always made her curious about her own standing.
Sitting on the bed, Tilan searched for the keywords related to her album, looked at the discussion situation, and then checked the backstage sales data, feeling somewhat relieved.
As long as many people liked it, that was enough, and the results had exceeded expectations, as for the sales of physical tapes and Memory Chips not matching those of famous songstresses, she didn't care at all since there had been no promotions and the theme of the album wasn't mainstream popular, and with no promotional activities, it was normal not to compare.
After calming down, Tilan turned off her personal terminal, leaned on the pillow, and re-entered her dream, sleeping much more peacefully.
After the weekend, time came to mid-December, and the four newly debuted songstresses gathered again. Today, however, they were in the 'North Lake' of Seventh String District 3.
A small boat, white like marble, slowly floated on the lake, the water was azure and ice-cold, in the distance were forests covered with snowflakes and large mountain ranges that stretched to the sky.
"Ah—Autumn!" Blanchi, wrapped in a camel cashmere shawl, sat at the stern and sneezed.
"Do you have a cold?" Shui Yanqing asked with concern.
"Yes, a little. I've taken medicine, it should be better by tomorrow." The Transcendents have excellent physical qualities; such minor illnesses heal quickly.
"Let me feel it." Tilan said and gently touched Blanchi's forehead with her fingers, feeling carefully before letting go.
"It shouldn't be serious." Just like Blanchi said, the cold wasn't severe.
After hearing that, the others also relaxed, their attention gradually shifted to the scenery on the lake.
From the sky, this lake appeared exceptionally clean, like a blue mirror embedded in the ground, reflecting the sky and the distant mountains.
"So beautiful~" Blanchi said excitedly, covering her face. It was her first trip far from home in the Central Star Domain.
The small boat quietly moved forward on the thousand-kilometer-wide lake, gently slicing the serene water, the four looked at the distant scenery, filled with many emotions.
Suddenly, Ores remembered something and turned around.
"I want to make an album themed around 'snow'."
"That's great." The other three nodded.
"What do you think of snow?" she continued.
"A beautiful thing that falls." Blanchi responded with its external imagery.
"Something fragile and fleeting." Shui Yanqing assessed its essence.
"Ice crystals from heaven." Tilan thought about it and gave the most direct answer.
"I like Tilan's answer." Ores smiled, lightly holding the girl's wrist.
"I listened to Tilan's album released last week. Although it was somewhat foreign and surprising that Tilan would produce such a style of music, it was also unexpectedly eye-opening and refreshing," Ores continued.
Hearing such an evaluation, Blanchi and Shui Yanqing looked at each other, wondering if Ores was lying or just too fond of Tilan, praising and approving of any music by the dark-haired girl, completely lacking fair judgment.
In their view, Tilan's music was indeed novel in style and with a unique angle, but clearly unconventional. If Ores were someone from the lower echelons or had suffered a lot of setbacks, they could understand her enjoying it, but clearly, Ores was one in a million, born into a great family and becoming a songstress with no setbacks, every album widely promoted and best-selling.
For such a person to say she really liked Tilan's album style was somewhat puzzling, even Shui Yanqing and Blanchi felt they were more qualified to make such a comment, considering their previous statuses were not much better and had experienced more.
However, the sentiment among the songstresses before was transparent and clear, and the joy and love brimming in Ores' heart were indeed genuine, which Blanchi and Shui Yanqing found puzzling.
"Thank you."
A ripple formed in Tilan's heart; it was indeed wonderful, this feeling of being recognized. Although she knew reputation was external, it still moved and pleased her.
It was probably because the true parts that emerged were not ridiculed or misunderstood but instead met with understanding and moved.
She didn't understand how Ores saw her, but at that moment, there was indeed a slight stir of emotions.
Holding Tilan's wrist, Ores sat back down, her elaborate snow-white gown spreading out, partially falling on the gunwale, swaying with the motion of the small boat.
In the time that followed, the four continued to talk about albums and music, including Ores' ideas for her new album, Shui Yanqing stating that her album was nearing completion, and Blanchi mentioning her first album would probably be related to spring.
"Why not each of us make an album themed on a season, forming a four seasons theme, with joint promotion?" Shui Yanqing suggested with a smile.
"Sounds good, 'snow' and 'winter' are closely linked anyway, and the switch is simple."
"Then I'll pick 'autumn'." Shui Yanqing quickly decided.
"Uh, that leaves me with 'summer'." Tilan felt a bit overwhelmed.
"Exactly, Tilan should pick 'summer,' your previous styles have been too melancholic; it needs a good balance." Shui Yanqing teased.
"It'd be best if it's Tilan in a swimsuit on the cover." Blanchi also egged on from the side.
