Thelma pressed her face against his chest. After silence, she said, “Because I want to prove myself quickly. I want to gain others’ recognition. I want that when I walk out, people won’t first think, ‘Look, that’s Sam Noah’s wife,’ but rather, ‘Look, that’s the famous composer.'”
“Is there a difference?”
“There is.”
“……”
Thelma looked up at him, smiling, her eyes shining, “I don’t want to be a climbing vine; I want to be a tree that grows alongside you. Only when I am good enough will I have the courage to stand by your side.”
Sam Noah stroked her hair, “You don’t need to be so hard on yourself. I like you just the way you are.”
“I know, but I still want to improve myself. I hope our love isn’t just a timely help but rather an embellishment on an already beautiful life.” She playfully winked at him, “Do you understand?”
He couldn’t help but kiss her cheek. Her playful demeanor was incredibly cute, and his heart felt like it was melting. What was there not to understand?
He nodded.
“But you still need to rest. Only when you’re well-rested can you have inspiration.”
“Then give me some inspiration.”
“Hmm? What kind of inspiration do you need?”
She lowered her head, burying her face in his chest, “The kind of inspiration that goes ‘uh-huh’ and ‘ah-ah.'”
Sam Noah: “……”
What ‘uh-huh’ and ‘ah-ah’? Just a moment ago, she was serious, and now she was like this. This woman was getting worse and worse.
“Hey, are you going to give it to me or not?”
“Okay, okay, okay.”
Thelma giggled, leaning in to kiss him. The temperature in the room quickly rose, and their clothes soon slipped to the floor, a light mist enveloping the room, quickly obscuring the two intertwined figures…
Originally, Phoenix planned to get Mira an album before summer vacation, but the past six months had been too busy, with many tasks piling up. During this time, Thelma hired a band, along with two arrangement assistants and two composition assistants. Everyone rushed to finish, and they ultimately put together twelve songs, but only seven were selected, including a theme song for a patriotic TV drama, sung as a duet between Mira and an old singer.
So, it was finally released in the form of an EP.
After the EP was released, Phoenix took a leave of absence to go to the U.S., which had always been her dream.
The EP performed quite well, with one song even nominated for Best Singer and Best Composer of the Year. As a nominee for Best Composer at the Golden Melody Awards, Thelma naturally had to attend, and Mr. Sam specially cleared a day to accompany her.
Thelma hadn’t expected to win an award; attending the Golden Melody Awards was just a formality, and there were many music industry giants present, so it would be nice to meet them.
The award ceremony began with the Best Male and Female Singer awards. Thelma had some hope for Mira to win, but unfortunately, the Best Female Singer award went to a super diva from Mexico, who had just released an album in the first half of the year. Mexico’s music was always strong, so Thelma had nothing to say about Mira losing to her.
After the Best Male and Female Singer and Best Album awards were presented, they began to award Best Album Packaging, Arrangement, and Composer.
Among the nominees for Best Composer, Thelma was a newcomer, and probably not many people recognized her. Alongside her were several veteran composers, so Thelma had no expectations of winning. To her, just being nominated was already an honor.
So, when the award presenter announced, “The Best Composer of the Year is Miss Thelma,” she was completely stunned.
Sam Noah, sitting next to her, nudged her elbow, “It’s your turn to go up and accept the award.”
“How is that possible…” Thelma could hardly believe it. She even quietly asked Sam Noah, “Did you buy this for me?”
Sam Noah chuckled, “What are you thinking? The Golden Melody Awards are so prestigious; can anyone just buy an award?”
The presenter, seeing she hadn’t gotten up, repeated, “Miss Thelma, please come up to accept your award.”
The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause, and Thelma snapped back to reality, slowly walking toward the center of the stage.
How could this be? How could she possibly have won an award?
Thelma had once imagined that one day she would stand on a stage under the spotlight, shining brightly, with everyone below casting admiring glances at her.
