Chapter 155 The theme

Leaning against the glass enclosure next to the stage.

The view was superb, both of the stage and turning your head to take in the whole of Paris at night.

Before long, Julio came on stage carrying a guitar.

At first, no one cared.

Some of the guests on the terrace were enjoying the night view, some were laughing and joking, and some were mingling with their glasses.

But as the guitar rattle and Julio’s vocals cut through the night sky.

A brief silence fell over the entire terrace.

His voice was just too good, ethereal and pleasant.

As if from a great distance.

And like a deer in the forest, it seems to instantly transport one to a fairy tale.

Julio sang a French country ballad.

The melody was simple but moving, and with his clear and ethereal voice, it was like the first beam of sunlight in a mountain field.

Clean and warm.

Aurora looked at the boy on the stage.

He was like a sunflower growing under the sun, sunny, cheerful, exuding a youthful vitality.