Chapter 253
“How about a classic?” Abigail asked Soren
“Of course Just name the song and move it to the top of the queue for you. Soren said immediately
“As You Wish by Elara Wynne,” she said.
“Wow, great choice,” Soren exclaimed. “Jace, request ‘As You Wish and bump it to the top.” With that, he went to grab another microphone.
Elara’s vocal prowess commanded admiration from nearly all music lovers. Sebastian leaned in, asking, “Do you like this song?
Abigail nodded. “ido.”
While the two of them chatted quietly, one of Sonen’s singer friends nearby muttered under his breath, “is the seriously picking that just to impress Seb
Elara’s divine voice commanded universal admiration in the music industry, even professional singers wouldn’t dare to take on her songs lightly. To others, it seemed like Abigail had deliberately chosen this song to impress Sebastian.
Soren scowled and snapped, “Seb hasn’t said a word, so who the hell are you burking at? This isn’t a concert, so she can sing whatever she wants. Keep running your mouth and I’ll knock your teeth in.”
Even if they didn’t like Abigail, they’d keep it buried deep down out of respect for Sebastian. Before long, it was Abigail’s turn to sing
They had assumed it was just for show, but the moment her voice rang out, the room fell into stunned silence. Her voice wasn’t as flawless as Elara’s, but they could tell she’d put her heart into practicing this song for a long time.
Mid–song, Sebastian noticed Abigail’s eyes brimming with tears and, in that moment, came to understand why she had chosen this song. He grasped her hand, squeering it tighter than usual.
Midway through, as she paused to catch her breath, she turned to Sebastian, her eyes shining with a peaceful, relieved smile, as if a weight had finally been lifted from her heart.
As the songended, Seren was the first to break into applause. Everyone else quickly followed suit and clapped. Soren said sincerely, “What a performance. No vocal tricks, it’s all just pure, raw emotion.”
“Thank you,” Abigail replied modestly as she set down the microphone, James and Warren came over and squeezed onto the couch, making Soren, who had been sitting on the other sofa, move aside.
“Actually, when I first came to live with the Gibson family, Grandpa was always swamped with work. But on the rare occasions he had time off, he’d take me shopping, buy me snacks, and watch these shows with me
“Ms. Sanders from the orphanage also liked to play these shows for us. I secretly loved them, and somehow, he always know.” Abigail seemed to be explaining why she chose to sing the song.
She still remembers how, when the rest of the Gibson family went traveling, Wyatt would return from business trips to find her feeling left out, and they would curl up together on the living room sofa watching those shows.
Those days were like old photographs. She could still see his smile etched in every faded frame. To her, those days were a treasure so precious that she could spend a Sfetime savoring this memory.
She sled quietly before going on. “Grandpa was the only one who tried to understand my past. He’d take me to the kind of store I coul when I was in the orphanage.
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As she spoke, her nose turned red, and her voice was barely above a whisper. “practiced that song for so long, hoping one day I could sing it for him. Three years ago, I missed my chance. And now, three years later. I’ve missed it again.”
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“He can hear you now,” Warren said gently. “They say when someone dies, it’s not really the end of their lives, it’s when we forget them that they truly disappear from this world.””
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