238 Sacred art

On the stage, Han Zixin had seemed frozen when his gaze fell on the judge on the second chair. He felt as if he had forgotten all the training that he had gotten. He wanted to run from there. He didn't want to sing at all. He wanted to go back. He shouldn't sing. 

But when he looked at the faces of his concerned bandmates, he closed his eyes. With his broken heart, he could spoil the future of other students. Even if he couldn't sing, he had to. Even though his hands were shaking, he had to play the guitar. His legs were giving up? He had to hold on. 

His school, teachers and friends were rooting for him. 

As the music began playing, he closed his eyes and took deep breaths. He could do this. 

🎶 I never believed in love at first sight. 

I used to think fairy tales were all lies…. 🎶