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After a long six months of study, Liu Chaochao has mastered music theory, vocal music, and even composing and arranging skills. Our company Starlit Music has also cooperated with Ocean's Wish Music to hold a concert exclusively for new star musicians, and Chaochao will also perform her debut work at the concert. The atmosphere of the concert was as turbulent as the waves, and I was nervously waiting backstage. The lights on the stage flickered, and the cheers of the audience filled the entire venue. Liu Chaochao is about to perform her debut work "Sea of Missing", a song that she has devoted half a year of hard work to, and as "Mu Yan", I have been silently supporting her behind her. Just when I was about to take the opportunity to say hello to her, Tang Xiao suddenly appeared in front of Liu Chaochao. There was a hint of sinisterness in her smile, and it was obviously not good. "Chaochao, do you know who Mu Yan is? Mu Yan already has a girlfriend." Her words were like a knife, stabbing Liu Chaochao's heart. I saw Liu Chaochao's brows slightly wrinkled, and confusion and hesitation appeared on her face. She obviously didn't expect Tang Xiao to set such a trap for her at this critical moment. I can imagine that Tang Xiao must have said something incredible, trying to disturb her mentality with these words. My heart tightened, and I couldn't help but want to rush out to protect her, but at this moment, the light on the stage was all on her. I quickly picked up the phone, and an eager emotion surged in my heart. "Chaochao, come on! You can do it! No matter what happens, don't forget your original intention and dream." I sent an encouraging message as "Mu Yan", hoping to give her some strength. But Liu Chaochao didn't look at the phone, the spotlight had already focused on the center of the stage, and the music slowly sounded. As the finale of the night, Liu Chaochao's performance should have been a stunning ending. However, when all eyes were focused on the empty stage, her figure disappeared. I vaguely guessed something and quickly turned around and ran backstage. As soon as I got to the dressing table, I saw her figure - she was sitting in front of the mirror, her hands clenched, her face was so pale that it made me feel distressed. The sweat on her forehead slid down her cheeks, her eyes were confused, her breathing was rapid, and the whole person seemed to be trapped in some terrible vortex. "Chaochao, can I come in?" I asked softly, trying to be gentle and soothing in my tone. She slowly raised her head and a hint of helplessness appeared in her eyes when she saw me. Oh no, I forgot that Chaochao had exam syndrome, and this stage was like a very formal exam for her. She once mentioned it to "Mu Yan", but I didn't know more at the time. I walked forward, squatted down, looked at her at eye level, held her cold hand, and said distressedly: "Chaochao, you don't look very good, do you have stage syndrome?" Liu Chaochao was a little surprised, her hands trembled slightly, and her tone was weak and uneasy: "Yes, I... I'm afraid, guarding. I'm afraid that I will make mistakes when I go up, and I'm afraid that everyone will be disappointed... Especially what Tang Xiao said, she said that the audience has high expectations. I'm so nervous, what if I forget the words when I go on stage? I'm really... panicked." Hearing her words, I immediately understood. Tang Xiao's sharp tone had a deeper impact on her than I thought. I gently stroked the back of her hand and said softly: "Chaochao, do you know? No matter how you perform, your sincerity has touched everyone. Those audiences in the audience are not here to judge whether every note you play is perfect, but to feel your love for music." There was a trace of hesitation in her eyes, but it seemed that she had not completely come out of her anxiety. I continued, "Remember you told me that music is your passion, not for pleasing others. Today, you are performing not for the audience, but for yourself, for the pure love." She seemed to calm down a little, but I knew that she needed more support to really go on stage. I smiled and squeezed her hand gently, "If you are really scared, then pretend that I am the only one in the audience, just like when we practice normally, okay? Don't worry, I will always be watching you and applauding you." A little light gradually appeared in her eyes, as if she found a glimmer of hope in the darkness. She took a deep breath, finally nodded, and said softly, "Okay... I'll try."
I took out a silk scarf from my pocket, gently wiped the sweat off her forehead, and said to her with a smile: "Chaochao, tonight is just a normal exercise. Just look at me when you are nervous." Watching her slowly stand up, a firm smile gradually appeared on her face, and my heart settled down. She nodded and thanked me, with an indescribable tenderness and courage in her eyes. I gently patted her shoulder and encouraged her: "Go, Chaochao, the stage belongs to you." I watched her walk towards the stage, carrying this support and courage, slowly blending into the spotlight. I returned to the audience and sat in the first row, my eyes never leaving her. When she stood in the center of the stage, her whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of warm light, looking so firm and beautiful. The music slowly sounded, and she closed her eyes, as if she was the only one in the world. Those melodies that had been repeatedly rehearsed in her mind countless times finally flowed in her singing at this moment. Her voice was gentle and firm, with a unique appeal, like waves gently hitting the reef. All the tension and fear seemed to be melted by her inner courage at this moment. Her singing voice floated in the air, as soft and long as the sea breeze, with deep affection and longing. It was the most real voice in her heart, without a trace of disguise and fear. Her singing was pure and real, without any judgment or restraint. Watching her singing so devotedly, my heart gradually calmed down, full of pride for her. As the song "Sea of Longing" came to an end, she put away the last note and slowly opened her eyes. The applause from the audience was thunderous, warm and sincere. I couldn't help but stand up and applaud her, my eyes full of relief and pride. Her eyes searched in the audience and finally fixed on me. I smiled and nodded to her, with encouragement and praise in my eyes. She bowed gently, with a touch of tenderness and gratitude in her eyes, as if saying a silent "thank you" to me. I knew that at this moment, she not only completed a wonderful performance, but also overcame the fear in her heart for many years. She is no longer the girl who is afraid of the stage due to exam syndrome, but a Liu Chaochao who dares to face herself and bravely pursues her dreams. Her dream is shining, and I will continue to protect her behind her, forever. Late at night, the mobile phone screen is slightly lit, and the two words "Chaochao" are displayed on the chat box. When I saw the message she sent, I was slightly startled. She actually asked me if I thought she was "useless". I was a little surprised. I have never seen her so depressed and self-doubting. She is always so serious and hardworking, but now she is obviously swallowed by some invisible pressure. I quickly replied: "How could that be? You are the bravest person I know Chaochao." She replied with a wry smile, and then typed out words that made me feel sad: "I am actually very afraid of going on stage. Every time when it comes to a critical moment, I get very nervous, my heart beats faster, my palms sweat, and I even forget the melody I rehearsed... I have exam syndrome. The more I care about something, the more afraid I am of making mistakes. Although I have temporarily overcome my fear today, I am afraid that I may not be able to overcome this terrible symptom one by one on every stage in the future." Looking at her words, my heart ached. Her love and persistence for music have never made me question her courage. It's just this symptom - I know too much about how much she cares about the stage, she wants to do her best, but her body always betrays her at the critical moment. I sighed softly and typed a reply seriously: "Chaochao, the more you care about something, the easier it is to be afraid at the critical moment. We don't want to lose, and we don't want to let ourselves down, so we will have this reaction." After a few seconds, she replied: "But I always feel like I am holding back. Others can easily go on stage, but I have such a hard time even taking this step."
Looking at her words, my heart tightened. Her self-blame and helplessness could almost be felt through the screen. I typed quickly: "Chaochao, it is because you care that you have such a reaction. Your nervousness is not a sign of failure, but your sincerity and persistence in music. You are not dragging your feet, you just care about every moment of the stage more than others." She seemed stunned, and replied after a few seconds: "Do you really think I can overcome it? I'm afraid I will never be able to do it." Seeing her reply, I took a deep breath, but my fingers were particularly firm when typing: "Chaochao, of course I believe in you. You just need to find your own rhythm and make yourself more relaxed on the stage. You can try to slowly adjust your emotions and put yourself into the music. Forget those audiences, imagine that you are just one person, focusing on the dialogue with the melody." After a moment of silence, her message popped up, with a hint of hope and tenderness: "Thank you, Mu Yan. I will slowly try to overcome it, not for others, but for myself." Looking at this sentence, the corners of my mouth rose slightly, and warmth surged in my heart. What I wanted most was to help her regain her confidence, so I replied with the last sentence: "Chaochao, I believe you will be the one standing in the center of the stage with a confident glow. Take your time, don't worry, I will always be with you." The screen gradually darkened, but my mind was extremely clear. At this moment, I am willing to be her silent support behind her, witnessing every step she takes to get out of her fear. "On paper, I write you two lines of proud love poems. Can it be regarded as a leaping egret, flapping its wings towards his blue sky." "Late in a Hurry"
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