Chapter 157


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    Michaal exined to Sage, “We met these people when we were singing in bars.”


    Sage smiled. “You may be young, but you sure have plenty of experience.”


    When they approached the stage, Kai and the others spotted Sage and greeted her. The mood in the


    bar was cheery.


    After some chitchat, it was time for Michael and his bandmates to perform. They took their seats


    onstage and started ying.


    As the lead singer, Michael garnered the most attention. Dressed in a simple yet stylish ck T–shirt,


    he had his hair up, baring his forehead. He sang in a deep and emotional voice as he gazed at the


    audience, looking princely.


    After performing two slow numbers, the group decided to spice things up with a few drum beats. The


    change in energy made even Sage want to perform.


    When she was ten, she picked up drumming for a few years to relieve her stress from studying. Her


    drum teacher praised her for being a fast learner with a good sense of rhythm.


    In her freshman year, she attracted much attention with her performance at a music festival. However,


    she gave up on that hobby because Ian disliked things that were noisy and loud. Hence, she tried to


    behave and study to please Ian:


    Sadly, he never took her seriously no matter how hard she tried.


    “Miss, I heard you mentioned you used to drum.” Michael wandered to her side. as she was spacing


    out. His eyes sparkled with confidence.


    She found his enthusiasm infectious and eagerly admitted, “Yes.”


    “How about you perform on stage?” Sage felt tempted by the sight of the familiar drumset on stage and


    Michael’s encouraging expression.


    Kai waved at her and yelled, “Miss,e on!”


    She got on stage like a good sport and said to Kai and the others, “I haven’t yed for a while though.


    Don’tugh at me if I mess up.”


    “Don’t worry about it! We’re here for you!”


    “Yeah! It doesn’t matter if you y the wrong beat. It’s all good fun. That’s what matters!”


    She was encouraged by their kind words. She epted a pair of drumsticks and sat in front of the


    drumset.


    She struck all of the cymbals and drums as a warm–up. Not only that, she coolly rotated the drumstick


    between her fingers, eliciting excited screams from the audience.


    “Miss, what song would you like to perform?” asked Michael.


    After giving it some thought, she replied, “Let’s do ‘Hotel California‘.” She often practiced that song in


    the past and was quite familiar with it.


    “Of course.” Michael gestured at his bandmates. This time, he did not take the stage to sing. Instead,


    he started recording Sage on his phone.


    The music started almost immediately. Sage lifted her arm and hit the drum with her stick. Her fingers


    danced on the drumset, giving off an energetic vibe that flowed with the rhythm.


    At the climax, she yed with such vigor and passion that she lifted the spirits of the audience. At that


    moment, she felt as though she had traveled back to her carefree college days, which made her y to


    her heart’s content.


    When her performance ended, she was rewarded with thunderous apuse. She lifted her drumstick


    as a thank–you before high–fiving the boys on stage.


    She was smiling long after getting off the stage. Michaelplimented her earnestly, “Miss, you’re


    really good at drumming.”