Chapter 80 Where is he?
The person named 'Paul' on stage continued singing passionately, completely unaware of the chaos erupting at the sound control console nearby.
Ethan, having spent millions to hire a top-tier sound engineer, was in a panic. He frantically fiddled with the sound control console, but all the buttons had already malfunctioned.
On the computer screen, the tuning functions were eerily changing on their own. The polish effect was set to zero, the reverb effect to zero, and the bass resonance to zero. The singer's voice reverted to its original state.
But the strange thing was that the in-ear monitors for 'Paul' were functioning normally on stage. He thought his voice was fine. He sang with abandon, but his voice was weak; not a single note was in tune, and the high notes were unbearable. His voice sounded like someone was strangling him and shoving him into a toilet.
The audience was stunned. Rex, holding a walkie-talkie in the director's position, was also stunned. This was an absolute disaster. The audience member who had fainted from excitement earlier instantly sprang up like a carp.
"Where is this horrible noise coming from?"
Finally, the audience couldn't take it anymore and started yelling.
They just wanted to rush to the stage and tear apart the 'Paul' who was making the noise.
Suddenly, a loud 'boom' echoed from the stage. The screen went dark, the lights went out, and the sound system went dead. Then, the lights across the entire coastal area of Wavehaven began to go out one by one, as if all the lights were tripping a circuit breaker. Residential lights, store signs, streetlights—everything went out.
The coastal area was plunged into darkness. Tens of thousands of spectators stood frozen, unable to see the people next to them.
Suddenly, in a nearby barbershop, a speaker connected to a phone quietly turned on. Then, an ethereal and beautiful piano sound began to play. Next, a dreamy, murmuring voice followed. The tone was melodious and long as if it instantly transported people to a fairyland.
After that, another speaker in front of a supermarket suddenly started playing. The sound was synchronized with the barbershop's speaker. Then, hundreds of speakers along the street simultaneously activated, even the loudspeakers for traffic announcements on the street and the car radios.
The song began. A chill ran from the feet of every audience member straight to their heads. It was so beautiful.
"This is the voice! This is the real Paul!"
Some people recognized it and were moved to tears. Tens of thousands of people were silent, not moving a muscle.
"This is the real Paul. The one earlier was a fake," they exclaimed.
The audience's emotions were like a roller coaster, suddenly plunging into the depths and then soaring to the heights. The scene before them had never been seen before. The speakers scattered along the street kept waking up, collectively playing the song "Imagine."
Perhaps these weren't expensive speakers, but there were thousands of them in every corner, like being immersed in a sea of heavenly sounds. A hundred flowers blooming, a hundred boats racing. It was incredibly moving.
The song continued, incredibly beautiful, incredibly intoxicating. But some people started to come to their senses. Paul, where exactly was he? Where was he? Some people looked around, but all they could see was darkness.
A sudden drumbeat entered everyone's mind. A streetlight not far away suddenly lit up as if someone had flipped a switch. Everyone's attention was drawn to it, but under that streetlight, there was nothing. The drumbeat sounded again.
The next streetlight suddenly lit up. Everyone's eyes widened. One by one, the streetlights lit up. They slowly formed a path. The streetlights continued to light up. This path became clearer. It meandered, passing through skyscrapers and narrow alleys, seemingly connecting to a distant place.
The locals of Wavehaven knew that place was the seaside. It was an old street that few people visited anymore. There were only a few shabby low buildings there. The other lights in the coastal area remained off.
Only this string of streetlights, like a dazzling necklace lying on black velvet, was pointing the way, guiding everyone. It seemed that its end was where people longed to be.
Elbert's song continued in the thousands of speakers. Everyone was in a dreamlike state. They looked at the bright path before them and took a step forward. Tens of thousands of people abandoned the luxurious and magnificent stage and began a fervent rush—mighty and grand.
Wherever they went, "Imagine" followed as if guided by a divine force. It was where their hearts longed to go. Everyone, without exception, abandoned all their worries and walked toward that unknown, thrilling, mysterious place.
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