"Can't sleep?" Joseph leaned back slightly on the sofa, carefully studying Hugo.
Hugo seemed a little different tonight. Gone was his usual optimism and warm gentleness. Leaning against the edge of the dining table, his figure looked somewhat thin, a faint loneliness flickering vaguely under the moonlight. The defined lines of his face seemed even softer, half hidden in the interplay of light and shadow. His expression couldn't be seen clearly, only his thick eyebrows covering the amber-colored eyes, and the faintly furrowed brows gave off an inescapable stillness.
Joseph's voice seemed somewhat hollow in the stillness of the night, making Hugo feel a little uneasy. He tugged at the corners of his mouth, "It feels a bit strange chatting with you in a new place." Hugo lowered his head to look at the glass of water in his hand. His slender fingers wrapped around the glass, distorting through the water, while the moonlight danced on the surface, casting ripples that stirred the heart. "It just feels a bit unreal."
"What?" Joseph didn't quite understand.
"Everything," Hugo said softly.
Hugo was talking about life after transmigration, but Joseph thought he was referring to the recent upturn in everything, especially tonight's outstanding audition "A Few Good Men." Even Joseph himself hadn't expected the results to be so good. "That's because you worked hard enough."
Joseph's words made Hugo smile silently, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. Joseph continued, "When opportunities arise, you still have to put in the necessary effort and pay the price to seize them. Otherwise, it's all empty talk. Tonight, you did really well. Not just Robert even I was surprised." Joseph was encouraging Hugo in his own way. This was the first time since becoming Hugo's agent that he had sincerely praised him.
"Didn't you see Brad and Martin's expressions?" Joseph mercilessly poked at their rivals' wounds.
Hugo's smile deepened a bit more. "Do you mean Brad's speechless expression during dinner, or Martin's face when we left, like he wanted to eat us alive?"
"I mean Brad's righteous indignation at the beginning," Joseph successfully made Hugo laugh out loud.
Hugo held his glass and walked over to the worn-out piano, sitting down in front of it and staring at the black and white keys without saying anything for a long time. Joseph asked, "Thinking of giving it a try?"
"The piano?" Hugo glanced back at Joseph, then turned away again. "No, I'm a terrible piano killer." Hugo's best instrument was undoubtedly the guitar, and his talent with instruments probably ended there. He had actually learned piano for quite a while and could play, but his skill level was embarrassingly poor.
Joseph wasn't surprised. The fact that Hugo could compose music was already a surprise not being able to play piano was expected.
Then the room fell silent again, so quiet that one could almost hear the sound of moonlight flowing like a stream, a kind of inexplicable beauty in the stillness.
Hugo started softly humming the song from earlier again. The lyrics were mumbled between his lips, but in his mind he was constantly reconstructing each note, trying to use the most basic tones to pour out all the emotions within him. Watching Hugo bathed in moonlight, surrounded by beautifully elegant notes, Joseph suddenly felt that this Hugo was the most real.
It wasn't that Hugo seemed fake at other times, but rather that when immersed in music, Hugo felt incredibly vivid. His inner emotions seeped into every note, tinkling like water flowing in the moonlight. Compared to the Hugo who studied hard to push his acting skills, this Hugo was even more vibrant. The light on Hugo's body shone faintly yet firmly.
Joseph found it unbelievable. He couldn't believe the chemistry Hugo had with music something he had never noticed before.
"Hey, were you singing 'Sally Can Wait' just now?" Joseph interrupted Hugo's creative flow, asking curiously. Hugo turned around in confusion, looking at Joseph, not quite sure what he meant. But Joseph hadn't caught on yet and continued, "Who's Sally? A girl you know?" Joseph had no idea Hugo had met someone new.
Hugo paused, then shook his head and said, "No, I wasn't singing Sally." But the name Charlize suddenly surfaced in Hugo's mind. Charlize's nickname was "Charlie," which, while pronounced a bit differently, could oddly be associated.
Hugo shook his head to dismiss the thought, but he suddenly realized that this lyric seemed to have a strange fit with the melody he had just created. He could give it a try.
"So Sally can wait. She knows that even if the road ahead is full of hardships, even if the path is covered in thorns, she's still willing to walk it hand in hand with you. But I remember you once said the future is still worth looking forward to. Take me to the place you dream of, a place no one knows, waiting for us to explore."
Hugo strung the lyrics together, and it suddenly flowed a lot more smoothly, but something still felt off. The mood of the entire lyric didn't quite reach his expectations.
Hugo fell silent again. He began to reflect on the original intent of writing this song. It was because he couldn't let go of the past, but also because he felt lost about the future. The grace and firmness in the melody conveyed Hugo's inner resolve. But the lyrics? The lyrics were meant to express Hugo's determination to fight for the future, but why did it still feel like something was missing, like it lacked that chemical reaction?
Joseph didn't speak again. He could faintly hear Hugo humming. Those beautiful notes lit up the chilly night like fireflies, accompanied by Hugo's warm voice, gradually illuminating the space. The cold touch of moonlight on their skin began to fade, replaced by a gentle warmth.
It was truly magical. The power of music was fully displayed in that moment.
But a series of messy noises suddenly broke the mood. "What are you two doing?"
Hugo and Joseph both turned around and saw Alex standing at the bedroom door in Winnie the Pooh shorts, rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking at them in a daze.
Hugo and Joseph exchanged glances. Though they had both kept their voices low, they'd still woken Alex. Fortunately, Alex had an easygoing personality otherwise, disturbing a roommate on the very first day of cohabiting wouldn't be a good start.
"Nothing, just couldn't sleep." Hugo knew it was his fault, so he took the initiative to apologize. "Sorry for waking you."
Alex waved his hand, showing he didn't care at all. "Are you worried about tonight's audition?" Alex was the type who easily got along with others. He sprawled out on the couch, hugging a pillow and muttering his guess, "Didn't you say the audition went well? Then there's no need to worry. What's done is done. It's better to let go and go with the flow. Don't regret the past, because it doesn't help at all. The only one who'll get hurt is yourself. I'm sure Robert is sleeping soundly tonight. If anyone's having trouble sleeping, it should be Brad."
While Alex was muttering, Hugo had been listening with a smile. But suddenly, he caught a bit of inspiration and couldn't help interrupting Alex, "What did you just say?"
Hugo's urgent tone made Alex raise his head and look at Hugo with confused eyes. "I said Robert is definitely sleeping well…"
"No, no, the sentence before that."
Alex looked troubled. He had just been speaking off the cuff. How could he remember exactly what he said? "Uh… Don't regret the past?"
"Yes That's it Don't regret the past Don't Look Back In Anger" Hugo clapped his hands together, then began humming, trying to find the rhythm. This was exactly the feeling he wanted to capture, so all the lyrics had to be rewritten.
"And so Sally can wait, she knows it's too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, "But don't look back in anger," I heard you say.
This time, the entire meaning of the lyrics was complete. And Hugo's mind suddenly became clear. The lyrics flowed like a spring.
"Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows if it's night or day
Please don't put your life in the hands
Of a Rock 'n' Roll band
Who'll throw it all away"
"So Sally can wait
She knows it's too late as she's walking on by
My soul slides away
"But don't look back in anger, don't look back in anger."
I heard you say, "at least not today."
"Don't Look Back In Anger" That was Hugo's true inner voice People shouldn't always dwell on the past nor regret what they've done Occasional memories can inspire people to move forward but immersing oneself in them and being unable to pull away will only lead to collapse People should learn to look ahead because we'll eventually find a better place
The past is already history and no one can change it The future is unknown and everything can be changed The present is the foundation of the future and is about to become the past Only by seizing the present can we ensure that the past won't be filled with regrets and the future becomes the vision we long for
"Don't look back in anger At least not today" Hugo softly said to himself and all the emotions within him were released just like that Hugo felt completely at ease
But watching Hugo create like that Joseph and Alex were clearly not used to it Alex, full of confusion, cautiously asked "Hugo possessed? Is he doing witchcraft?" Seeing Hugo's sudden inspired actions Alex had every reason to be suspicious
Joseph couldn't hold it in and accidentally sprayed a mouthful of water all over Alex's face
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