Chapter 777: Spontaneous Chorus

Chapter 777: Spontaneous Chorus



The final, thunderous notes of "Believer" echoed through Mafra Q Hall, reverberating off the walls as Moonlight held the last chord on his electric guitar. The audience was on their feet, still swaying, jumping, and singing along, their energy refusing to wane. Flames from the stage canons slowly fizzled out, and the confetti that had showered the crowd during the climax of the song now rested on their heads, shoulders, and the floor below. It was the grand finale they had all been waiting for, and Moonlight had delivered it with everything he had.

Moonlight stood at the center of the stage, his chest heaving from the intensity of the performance. The lights above flickered softly, bathing him in a warm, golden glow as the last strains of the song faded into silence. For a brief moment, the entire venue seemed to hold its breath. Then, the hall erupted into a roar of applause, cheers, and screams that could have shaken the very foundations of the building. The crowd was wild with excitement, their voices blending together into one deafening sound of appreciation and awe.

Moonlight slowly lowered his guitar and took a step forward, toward the microphone. His masked face couldn't reveal his smile, but the warmth in his red eyes, visible even from the farthest seats, showed his deep gratitude. He raised a hand to signal for quiet, and though the crowd was reluctant, the cheers eventually died down to a soft hum of anticipation.

"Thank you," Moonlight began, his voice rich with emotion, amplified clearly throughout the hall. "Thank you for an amazing night. You've been incredible."

The crowd cheered again, though softer this time, as they listened intently to every word he spoke.

"This is a night I will never forget," he continued, his gaze sweeping over the sea of faces before him. "Performing for all of you-it's something I've dreamed of for so long. And you made it more special than I could have ever imagined."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The audience erupted once more, hands raised in the air as people shouted their love and support. Some fans had tears streaming down their faces, moved by the night's performance, while others stood with their arms around their friends, swaying gently from side to side.

Moonlight allowed himself a brief moment to soak it all in. The lights, the crowd, the atmosphere—it was everything he had hoped for and more. He had poured his heart into this concert, and the fans had given that love back to him tenfold.

"Thank you for sharing this night with me," he said, his voice slightly softer now. "I can feel how much this means to you, and I want you to know that it means just as much to me."

The crowd cheered once again, a wave of sound crashing against the stage.

Moonlight took a step back, raising his hand in a final wave. "I'll see you all again soon. Until then, keep believing in yourselves. Keep dreaming. And never stop being the amazing people you are."

He walked toward the side of the stage, staying just out of view of the audience, and listened. He could hear their voices, clear and strong, carrying the lyrics of his song as if it were an anthem, something that belonged not just to him but to everyone in the room. It was a testament to the power of music, to the connection that had been forged between him and the crowd.

Moonlight stood there, hidden in the shadows, listening to them sing.

"Nobody said it was easy..."

"It's such a shame for us to part..."

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, though he didn't let them fall. This moment-this spontaneous, heartfelt outpouring from the crowd-was more than he could have ever asked for. They weren't just fans; they were people who had felt the music in their souls, who had taken his words and made them their own.

He was sure that this song meant a lot to them, just like it meant a lot to him as well.

The crowd's voices grew louder, more passionate, as they reached the final lines of the song. "Oh, take me back to the start..."

Moonlight stepped closer to the edge of the stage, still hidden from view, but now standing just feet away from the sea of people who had spent the last hour and a half with him. Their voices echoed through the hall, and he closed his eyes, letting the sound wash over him.

The song ended, but the crowd continued to cheer, their voices filled with love and admiration.

Moonlight stood there for a moment longer, taking it all in, before finally stepping back. He could hear the excitement, the joy, the gratitude in their voices. It was the perfect end to the

perfect night.

And as the final cheers of the night filled the hall, Moonlight walked away, his heart full, knowing that tonight had been something truly special.