Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Carter sat quietly in a chair at the back of the stage, his gaze sweeping over the entire rally scene. Soon, however, his attention was drawn to several stage crew members.
They moved swiftly and skillfully, holding microphones, headsets, and sound equipment. Without any unnecessary chatter, they began to set up the equipment on Carter.
A thin wireless microphone cable slid down his collar and into his vest, while a small earpiece was inserted into his ear. The sound engineer then whispered something before adjusting the knobs on the mixing board.
Suddenly, a sharp, piercing sound erupted in his earpiece. Carter's body jolted slightly; he frowned and tensed up. The high-frequency noise was more irritating than the sounds of artillery on the battlefield.
“Sorry, just adjusting the channel,” one of the crew members said quickly.
They swiftly made adjustments, and the harsh noise gradually faded away, replaced by a low ambient sound and commands from behind the stage.
Carter blinked as he adapted to the sounds coming through the earpiece. He nodded to the crew, signaling that everything was fine.
He lifted his head and looked through the crowd toward the center of the stage—Rain had already stepped up.
Standing tall and confident, Rain was surrounded by a group of politicians dressed in formal suits. These were not just local politicians but also community leaders and important party members.
All of them wore standard political smiles as they stood beside Rain, shaking hands and patting each other on the back, like a carefully choreographed performance.
The host stood at the center of the stage with a microphone in hand, beginning to introduce the distinguished guests with enthusiasm: “Today we are honored to invite…”
First were the local politicians who stepped forward, smiling and waving as polite applause erupted from the audience. Next were the community leaders who symbolically nodded to their supporters, as if proving their close connection with voters. Then came several influential members from within the party; while they weren't the focus of this election, they were key pieces in future political maneuvers.
Finally, it was Rain's turn.
“Now—let us give a warm round of applause to tonight's main character, who brings us hope and change—Rein Francis!”
The crowd erupted into enthusiastic cheers and applause as flags waved and slogans echoed back and forth, nearly drowning out everything else in the square.
Carter sat quietly at the back, feeling the rhythm of this political stage. He knew that soon enough, these lights and applause would also fall upon him.
Standing in the center of the stage, Rain shone like the brightest star, radiating confidence and commanding the atmosphere around him.
He raised his hands, waving to the crowd with a practiced and charming smile. Wherever his gaze landed, it ignited waves of cheers and screams from his supporters, instantly setting the scene ablaze with fervor, reminiscent of a religious ceremony.
"Thank you all!" Rain lifted the microphone, his voice clear and infectious as it resonated throughout the square. "Thank you for being here tonight, for dedicating your time and passion to this movement!"
A thunderous applause erupted from the audience, accompanied by chants. Some held up campaign slogans, others waved flags bearing his name, while some excitedly blew whistles as if welcoming a great change.
Rain paused slightly, allowing the applause and cheers to subside before scanning the crowd with a commanding gaze. It was as if he shared a profound connection with each supporter; even if their faces were unfamiliar to him, he made everyone feel as though he was looking directly at them.
"I know each of you is tired after a long day of work, yet you still came here to participate in this campaign event. That is no easy feat—but you showed up anyway!"
He took a moment before his tone grew more resolute, as if recounting a grander mission: "Why? Because you know that all this effort will not be in vain. Because you understand that the future of democracy is in our own hands!"
Once again, the crowd erupted into enthusiastic applause and cheers, their emotions reaching new heights.
"Our struggle will advance democracy, making this country truly belong to the people and hastening progress!" Rain clenched his fists, his voice firm and passionate. "We have waited too long; our opportunity is here—tonight, at this very moment!"
The crowd surged with excitement; applause, shouts, and whistles intertwined, creating an energy that seemed capable of shaking the entire city.
Carter sat quietly at the back of the stage, observing Rain as he effortlessly controlled the crowd's emotions like a born leader. Every pause, every gesture, every shift of his gaze perfectly elevated the atmosphere to new heights.
This was no longer just politics; it was a meticulously crafted performance—a show powerful enough to ignite hearts.
Rain continued to speak eloquently on stage, his voice strong and compelling as he painted a picture of a hopeful future where change was imminent.
"What we want are not empty promises! Not those politicians who only remember our names during election season! What we seek are real actions—a politics that belongs to the people!"
The supporters erupted once more into enthusiastic applause and shouts, as if each person had been ignited by Rain's words, raising their arms in fervent support of him.
Yet sitting at the back of the stage, Carter felt an inexplicable pressure mounting within him. His hands instinctively clenched tightly, fingertips digging into the fabric of his jeans as an unsettling current churned inside him.
When would it be his turn? Would it be in the next second? Or the next minute?
Rain's speech had reached its climax, and the atmosphere was growing increasingly frenzied, which meant... he would be on stage soon.
He forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to calm down, but a question began to surface in his mind—could he really do this?
Could he make the crowd below go as wild for him as they did for Rain?
As he stood up and began to speak, would these people still cheer excitedly, their blood boiling with enthusiasm? Or would his presence turn everything awkward or even disastrous?
Carter suddenly realized that this was not a battlefield; there were no guns, no enemies, no tactical plans. Here, there were only words, and using words to change anything was the one thing he struggled with most in his life.
His heart raced. He was not accustomed to this environment, not used to being watched by so many people, not used to being the center of attention.
What if he messed up? What if he stepped up and couldn’t say anything that would resonate with them?
He felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down his temple, and his palms were slightly clammy. This tension did not stem from a life-and-death duel on the battlefield but from a deeper fear—he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to change anything at all.
But now, there was no time to think about that.
Because Rain's tone had already begun to shift into the final summary, and Carter knew that the next name called would be his.
Comment 0 Comment Count