Birth of a Goddess [Comprehensive English and American]

The Bataclan Theater Concert Hall is located on Avenue Voltaire in the No.11 district of Paris, France. It was originally a large coffee shop. After several reconstructions, the hall once again existed as a theater.

"The instrument must be adjusted in advance... What? It has been adjusted before? Confirm again, it must be safe..." The bearded on-site director walked around the venue, yelling from time to time to cheer up the staff .

At this time, Eliza dodged and hid in the dressing room, "Are you going to have a meeting later?" She raised her hand to rest her chin, but when her fingertips touched the powder, she suddenly realized that she had already melted After finishing the makeup, the hand raised just now froze in mid-air without embarrassment.

A chuckle came from the other end of the phone through the headset.

There was a little apologetic look on the man's face, "That's right, there have been a lot of things going on in the company recently, I..."

"It's okay." Elisa suddenly interrupted the man's next words.

Even if he didn't say it, Eliza could guess what he was trying to say.It's nothing more than "I'm sorry", and Eliza has heard enough in the past few months after confirming the relationship.

After hanging up the phone, Elisa's right hand was holding the mobile phone, hanging weakly by her side, her body leaned back, and the light from the top hit Elisa's face, softening her outline a bit , but those eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, looking at the air with a somewhat confused look.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the next moment Pietro appeared in the dressing room, "The director said that the last rehearsal will be held."

"I'll come." Eliza hid her thoughts and followed Pietro to the stage.

……

"...DaLaLa~"

The lingering ending sound slowly fluctuated in the air, as if taking Elisa as the center, slowly spread out layers of ripples on the water surface, rippling slightly on the apex of the audience's heart.

The blond woman ended the rehearsal neatly, and when she turned her head, she saw the bearded director applauding, and then the surrounding staff also started booing one after another. Amid the noise, Eliza even heard someone Fishing in troubled waters and shouting, "Wow! Eliza is the best!"

Hearing that the voice was a young boy, Elisa couldn't help but look in the direction of the voice. The director obviously recognized whose voice it was. Shout again in front of Lisa? Come, come, I will give you this chance."

In the eyes of everyone watching the show, the young man with short reddish brown hair called "Philip" hid behind the camera, but still showed his red ears, almost blending with his hair color.

The time for laughing and laughing didn't last long, and as the time for the audience to enter the venue approached, everything on the scene was gradually getting ready.

At this time, the grand theater was already crowded with people, and there were the sounds of couples talking softly, and the voice of a little girl calling her mother childishly, but these voices were kept under control. Within a certain range, almost everyone deliberately lowered their voices.

Elisa stood on the side of the stage, secretly opened a crack in the curtain, and secretly looked at the scene in the theater close to the side.

After seeing clearly the number of people sitting inside, the corners of Eliza's mouth couldn't stop rising.The moment she turned her head, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Eliza, her pupils dilated instantly, and she was about to shout out subconsciously, but Pietro blocked her mouth, "This is the first place from the auditorium. It's not far."

Pietro let go of his hand, and Elisa lowered her voice and asked softly, "Let's have a discussion, can you not appear so suddenly next time, it's scary?"

Pietro put his head close to Elisa with a smile, also lowered his voice, and said very clearly, "No, can."

Elisa subconsciously gave a "tsk", but her hand hit Pietro on the back one step faster than the sound.

The crisp sound of palms hitting the back suddenly sounded in the small space, and several spectators in the front row looked in this direction curiously, "Mom, what's behind the curtain?"

The moment the little girl's milk sounded, Elisa already took Pietro's hand in a guilty conscience and trotted away towards the backstage.

……

Evening of November 2015, 11, Bataclan Theater in the 13th arrondissement of France, 11:[-] pm.

The lights in the theater dimmed suddenly, and even in the dark, one could still vaguely see the faces full of expectation.

As soon as the familiar drum prelude sounded, it caused a small commotion.

The light first hit the drummer on a corner of the stage, and then one after another light hit the stage, and when the blonde woman walked out, there was a burst of cheers in the theater.

"On the dark street at night, the world is in ruins~ruins~"

The spotlight hit behind Elisa, but it seemed that her whole body was emitting light. She bit the words softly, but without losing strength, like a cat's paw gently scratching the tip of her heart.

After the first four lines were sung, the rhythm suddenly changed, and the saxophone suddenly inserted in, bringing about a change in the atmosphere.At the same time, Eliza lowered her head, with a smile on her lips, and took off the white dress coat she was wearing with her backhand.

"Du, DuDuBa, La~"

"Du, DuDuBaLa~a~a~a~"

Eliza hummed this Irish tune briskly, while raising her hands above her head and clapping her hands to guide the atmosphere of the scene.

Not long after the catchy melody came out, the audience raised their lights and followed Eliza's rhythm.This is the only dance song in Eliza's first album. Although the original version is electronic dance music, in order to adapt to the style of today's small unplugged concerts, Elisa specially adapted this song.

The opening scene was a skewer of the three most popular songs in Eliza's first college, which immediately heated up the scene.After singing five songs in a row with the opening song, Elisa heard the drummer behind her loudly telling her that there was a little accident in the background and that she needed to wait for a minute or two.

"Okay, so now there are some small accidents, I'm very sorry." Eliza was a little stunned by the sudden situation, and then turned to look at the audience without changing her expression, "Then I will sing a few lines now... "

"What song do you want to hear?" Elisa smiled and looked forward, and all kinds of shouts broke out in the audience almost instantly.

"'DaLa'?"

Elisa smiled and looked to the left, when she heard a louder voice from the middle, "Is it "Mistletoe"?"

"The voice of "Supersuper" seems to be good too?"

Just as Eliza was interacting with the audience, the light above her head suddenly exploded.In the exclamation of the front row, sharp glass shards fell from the roof like flower petals.

Elisa jumped to the side suddenly, subconsciously covered her head with her arms, and rolled over to the side several times at the same time, only then avoided the danger of direct contact with the falling lamp. Even so, the four The splashed debris still inevitably brushed against her arm, leaving a few mottled scratches on it.

The scratch on Eliza's arm slowly oozes blood, and a small splinter is caught under the restraint ring on her right hand.It's just that at this moment, Eliza couldn't care about the stabbing pain on her arm at all. At that moment just now, Eliza could see clearly that it wasn't an accident at all, but a bullet pierced through it. The base of the chandelier.

Suddenly there was a loud noise from the gate, and Elisa raised her head and widened her eyes, staring in disbelief at the masked men in black pouring in from the gate, each with a gun in their hand.

With a "bang", Elisa, who was getting up from the ground with her arms propped up, saw a figure who had just stood up from her seat and fell down at the position closest to the door.In an instant, all movements seemed to be slowed down before Elisa's eyes. Head, hands, neck, shoulders...every slight change in these parts seemed to be magnified before Eliza's eyes.

This sound seemed to turn on the switch of everyone's fear, and the scene was instantly immersed in crying, children's, adults', men's, women's, all the voices were mixed together like this, playing a mournful cry.

And the sound of rifle/gun fire has become the background of all this.

"Pietro! Pietro!" While dodging the stray bullets in embarrassment, Elisa tightly held the suppression ring on her right hand with her left hand. However, the suppression ring was still tightly wrapped around her wrist, without any change.

A stray bullet grazed Elisa's calf, and she groaned forward and fell to the ground. When she struggled to raise her head, she saw a bullet piercing through the " Philip's younger brother's heart.

The figure who could laugh and dance just now slowly collapsed in front of her eyes. Elisa struggled to get up, but the severe pain from her calf made her lower limbs instantly lose strength.She opened her mouth wide, and the breath of gunpowder/smoke poured into her nose and throat.

However, within 20 seconds, the figures on the scene lay down one after another. Amidst the wailing, as the attacker's figure suddenly disappeared, a silver-haired figure finally appeared on the field.

Eliza looked around in a daze at the mess around her, even though Pietro came to her and held her arm, Elisa seemed to have no idea.It's just that the nails on her left hand had already dug into the flesh and blood of her right wrist.

what……

Elisa opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound, and the only thing she could see was Pietro's panicked expression before finally collapsing.