Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Blair thought about it carefully. She wasn’t so confident about singing

“The Fish” tonight.

There was a part in the middle of the song that fell almost two octaves higher than normal. If she couldn’t hit those notes well, she would sound terrible and the entire song would be ruined!

Wesley noticed that she had been absent-minded the whole time and finally couldn’t help it. He asked in a low voice, “You don’t want to see the show?”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

His sudden voice snapped her back to reality. She shook her head.

“It’s not that. I was just… thinking about my uncle’s words.”

“What did he tell you?” Wesley knew Adalson had taken her to his office earlier.

Blair stole a glance at his side face.

“Well…did you read the programs list?”

“Nope. I wasn’t the one who organized the program so it’s not my business.”

“Oh…” Blair decided not to tell him about her performance later. She had no idea how he would react.

She assured him she was okay and began to focus on the show on stage.

Most of the performers tonight had been hired from one or the other entertainment companies that graced the city. The performances were colorful and interesting and of numerous types: cross-talk, sketch, dancing, singing, magic show, everything was there. It was as wonderful as a New Year Gala.

Wesley’s phone rang a few times during the program. He took it out and dismissed the call every time. Finally, he began texting someone.

It was going to be Blair’s turn very soon. Nervous, she felt that her hands were sweating. She’d never sung in front of so many people; most of it had been in bars and karaoke nights, and moreover, Wesley was one of the audience tonight.

She took a deep breath and stood up from her seat. She whispered to him, still deciding not to tell him the whole story, “I need to go out for a minute. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Wesley wanted to escort her out at first. But seeing her holding her phone in her hand, he assumed that she was going to make a call. She loved talking to Joslyn. Besides, this was a military base and it was completely safe there. So he merely nodded and watched her leave, oblivious of the upcoming show he was about to witness.

As soon as she reached the door, Blair received Adalson’s call.

“Get to the back stage and get yourself prepared. I’ve arranged for someone there to help you. Hurry up.”

“Okay,” she said quickly and hung up. She was too nervous to talk.

Blair asked a soldier guarding the door to show her the way to the back stage. He merely pointed her the right way and did not leave his post.

When she reached there, a worker was indeed waiting for her. The worker asked Blair if she needed to get changed. In response, she looked at herself-she was dressed in a pink, long, and thin jacket. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“No need.

Just a little bit of lipstick will be okay.”

She wasn’t the heroine of the evening show, and she didn’t want to attract too much attention. As long as she didn’t look terrible, she was fine by her appearance.