But she couldn’t say that out loud.
After thinking for a moment, Thelma replied, “There’s no need; it’s not a big deal.”
Sam Noah didn’t ask further.
At this moment, the three of them had walked to a livelier area, where they saw a girl standing by the street singing, surrounded by many onlookers.
She had a modern hairstyle, short on the sides and long in the back, with thick bangs. Her face was heavily made up, wearing brown contact lenses and a deep red lipstick, with a nose ring. Despite her modern appearance, she wore a black dress that resembled an ancient female assassin.
At her feet was a speaker, and she held a guitar in her hands, wearing a microphone in her ear. The sound quality of the speaker and headphones wasn’t great, adding a layer of static to her singing.
Yet, despite her odd appearance and the shabby sound equipment, her voice had a captivating allure, like a treasure hidden behind a mountain, radiating brilliance that drew everyone who saw her closer.
Thelma was one of those drawn in by her. Her pitch and transitions were well-controlled, and her high notes were incredibly penetrating. When she wildly strummed her guitar and screamed, Thelma felt as if her soul was being fiercely tugged, experiencing an exhilarating sense of freedom.
Even after her singing stopped, she remained in a daze for a long time. She saw the girl packing up her equipment and preparing to leave, and Thelma hurriedly chased after her, feeling a bit excited and speaking incoherently, “Um… you sing really well.”
The girl glanced at her expressionlessly and coldly replied, “Thank you.”
She walked past her without a second thought, completely ignoring her. Thelma wasn’t annoyed; she hurriedly chased after her again, saying, “I want to invite you to join my studio. I don’t know if you’re interested.”
Finally, the girl stopped, casually scanning her from head to toe, still expressionless, “What company?”
“Eh… well… my studio isn’t officially registered yet.” Thelma rubbed her nose, “But it will be officially launched soon. You’d be the first person in my studio, a top-tier veteran. Once the studio is up and running, you’ll definitely benefit from it.”
“Liar, get lost!”
“……”
She rudely shoved Thelma aside while dragging her speaker. Thelma didn’t want to give up and called out to her back, “I’m not a liar! I really have a studio in Brackenfield, at Central South Road, Street, Commercial Building B, Room 1028. If you think it over, come find me!”
The girl had already walked far away, and Thelma didn’t know if she could hear her.
Feeling a bit disheartened, Thelma thought the girl’s singing had truly amazed her. She didn’t want to give up on the studio Sam Noah had given her. Once the glass for the studio was fixed, she planned to officially operate it. So, encountering someone who sang so well, she naturally wanted to bring her into the studio for collaboration, but unexpectedly, she was treated as a liar.
The girl’s figure had already disappeared into the crowd, and Thelma didn’t know if she would see her again. How could she be so decisive, assuming she was a liar without even listening to her explanation?
Just as Thelma felt down, she felt warmth in her palm. Looking down, she saw Tyler holding her hand. The little guy’s hand was tender and chubby, and he looked up at her with his small head tilted back, his fair face resembling a soft, round dumpling—yes, the kind that’s overcooked—because he was smiling at her, beaming brightly.
“Mommy, don’t worry. That auntie doesn’t want to cooperate with you. How about I cooperate with you? I can sing too.”
It was strange; her son was still so young, yet she always felt a sense of being cherished by him. Thelma squatted down, rubbed his head, then pinched his chubby cheeks, and kissed his forehead, sweeping away all her disappointment.
This is the benefit of having a soft, adorable, healing son.
“As long as I hug him when I’m in a bad mood, all my negative feelings will vanish into thin air.
The little guy was very happy, giggling, but he still felt a bit shy after being kissed by his mother. He scratched his hair with his small fingers and tilted his head to rub his slightly reddened cheeks against his shoulder.
