Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 409 - 145 Rehearsal Simulation

In the music room, six students stood in the middle of the stage, bathed in a convergence of light, while the rest of the room remained shrouded in darkness, twinkling lights flickering from time to time under the revolving colored lamps, resembling an audience at a concert.

The sound of music and singing soon rose, and the overhead lights also moved in time, synchronizing with the rhythm of the music.

Minutes later, a song had been played to the end, and the few standing on stage were slightly sweating, feeling a bit tired.

The blonde girl in the center raised her hand and waved, "Turn on the lights." Read new adventures at novelbuddy

As her voice fell, the other sources of light in the room turned on, restoring the brightness, and the central spotlight dimmed, revealing the silhouette of a girl sitting in the dark with silver-blue hair and a calm expression.

After a short intermission, the people on stage took deep breaths to relax the tension they had just felt, and then sat down to rest.

"It’s completely different from our usual training," someone said.

"That tension and intense focus, it’s completely different from how we normally play."

"Minutes felt like hours, my heart was always in my throat."

They each shared their feelings about the mock stage performance, realizing it was quite different from what they were used to.

"Efnie didn’t even break a sweat," someone noticed that the blonde girl, who was the lead singer, seemed unaffected by the performance.

"I guess she’s used to it," Efnie replied casually, twirling a strand of her hair, before her gaze returned to the expressionless silver-blue girl sitting opposite her.

Today was the first time she had met the girl named ’Geyin,’ and at first, she thought it was just a simple environmental simulation, but it turned out to be far from simple.

In the mock performance, it wasn’t just the stick-like glows that shook beneath the stage, or the low-frequency and almost-real environmental sounds of white noise and voices, which although low, were overlooked by her teammates, but actually affected everyone with their realism, causing tension to rise.

The level of practice was far from enough, this was only the preliminary simulated environment, if it were to use a fully immersive simulation like in movies, the team members’ performance on stage might drop down a level.

It was also true that Edith Academy’s overall atmosphere was rather conservative; there had hardly been any concerts held on campus, and few had the experience of performing on a large stage. This confrontation carried a lot of weight, adding to the team members’ pressure and lacking the usual composure.

While these thoughts passed through her mind, Efnie let go of the hair in front of her and turned to look at her teammates, her gaze drifting to the quiet girl with black hair sitting in front of the sheet music.

Tilan was also involved in today’s rehearsal, holding her violin while her other role as the backup lead singer, and as the ace of this face-off, was known only to Efnie within the band.

"Tilan..." she walked over and whispered a few words to the black-haired girl, who then nodded and stood up, walking off the stage.

The second rehearsal began, but this time, there were only five on the brightly lit stage.

The ethereal harmony rose again, and within this silence, the solitary violin played, complimenting the singing voice, gradually drawing one into a distant world.

This time the rehearsal was clearly much better than before, perhaps because in the darkness, the sound of the violin was more uninhibited and resonant.

Indeed, having Tilan sit under the spotlight was not the best choice, keeping a certain level of mystery may have its effects, Efnie thought to herself.

Afterward, they practiced several more times until everyone gradually grew accustomed to the stage environment, and their muscles and senses became more adept.

"That’s good, let’s stop here for the morning," Efnie said, clapping her hands gently to end the morning session.

"Phew, I feel like we could keep going," said one.

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"The more we practice, the more familiar it becomes, not as nerve-wracking as in the beginning," said another.

"Where should we go for lunch, let’s all go together~"

"Let’s choose the Tower Restaurant nearby, the view there is really nice."

"Let’s go together~"

The lively band members chatted as they put down their instruments and walked out of the room together.

"Geyin, do you want to come with us?" Tilan asked, standing beside the silver-blue haired girl.

"Hmm." She replied briefly and then followed Tilan out of the room.

Up front, the band members were chatterboxes, discussing all sorts of fun and interesting things, with Efnie wrapped up in their midst. At the very back were Tilan and Geyin.

Walking together, Geyin remained almost entirely silent throughout, which seemed to be in her character, while Tilan, though wanting to say something, was not the type to easily make conversation.

"What flavors do you like, Geyin?"

"Slightly sweet, vegetables, meat, rice."

"Surprisingly simple and earthy."

"Yes." After speaking, Geyin continued to be silent, which made Tilan feel a bit awkward. This kid spoke even less than she did.

"Do you like this type of meal for any particular reason? I’m not saying it’s bad, but most people are generally more interested in elaborate meals." She could only continue to search for topics of conversation.

"Because it’s nutritionally complete, simple to make, and takes the least time."

Well, even when Tilan had lived a life of scarcity, she thought about occasionally buying some favorite fruits to eat, but this person really carried it through to the end, not doing a single unnecessary thing.

"What does Geyin usually do?"

"Surf the internet." His reply was incredibly brief.

"Uh, besides surfing the internet?"

"Eat, sleep."

"This…" Isn’t that a bit extreme?

The group arrived at the restaurant on top of the high tower, found a corner, and the seven of them sat down and began to order.

"Would you like some tangerine fruit?"

"I’ll have chilled raspberry juice."

"Give me a grapefruit juice."

"Tilan?" Efnie asked.

"Two portions of watermelon juice, for me and Geyin."

"Alright."

After that came the main courses. Everyone ordered according to their own preferences, and then it was a patient wait.

It was midday, with quite a few students in the restaurant, each talking about their own things. Occasionally, someone would notice Tilan’s group in the corner and steal a few glances at them.

Efnie’s orange-red dress was very eye-catching. Paired with those dazzling golden locks, she was undeniably noticeable. And after seeing her, many also took note of Tilan sitting by her side.

"The president is here too, and she’s not wearing glasses today. She feels like a different person."

"Indeed, but let’s not disturb her."

"The president is sitting with them. Is she also participating in the upcoming competition?"

"That’s possible. Now I’m even more excited."

"If they win, it will certainly boost morale."

"If they lose, that wouldn’t be good, and I’ve heard that the opponent is the famous ’Flame Sugar’ Prin Coco."

"It’s a bit risky, you’re making me worried now."

Upon hearing this, some people started using their personal terminals to search for information about ’Flame Sugar’ Prin Coco, browsing her introduction and background. One student accidentally triggered the projection button while opening a video, causing a burst of light and shadow to appear on the ceiling of the restaurant.

In the three-dimensional light and shadow, Prin Coco and her band members stood on a slanted stage, lights converging, music soaring, while countless people in the audience raised their glow sticks and waved them. The neat chorus of cheers, like a large-scale cult gathering, was incredibly moving.

"Prin Coco!"

"Prin Coco!"

"Prin Coco!"

"Prin Coco!"

The voices were like waves, crashing over and over again, echoing continuously.