The stage was set, and Dylan was undoubtedly the center of attention. His makeup tonight was even more refined, more alluring. He placed the microphone on its stand, his black-painted lips brushing against it as his voice became unusually enchanting, filled with temptation.
"This song, *Midnight Rose*, is one our band created. I dedicate it to everyone who loves me…"
As soon as he finished speaking, the rock band launched into an intense performance.
With the music, Dylan's voice carried through the microphone, reaching every corner of the campus. The moment he began to sing, everyone was captivated by his hypnotic voice. It was as if they had been bewitched by Dylan's magic, unable to tear themselves away.
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**Lyrics: Midnight Rose**
*Black castle, haunting dreams.*
*Midnight rose, its fragrance lingers.*
*A barefoot maiden, treading through thorns, rushes toward the dark journey.*
*Crimson petals fall on pristine white gauze, lighting the path through the darkness.*
*Blood and floral scent, endless night.*
*Midnight rose, quietly blooming under the moonlight.*
*Midnight rose, spreading its fragrance in the night breeze.*
*Midnight rose, leaving a lingering scent in her hands.*
*Howl… howl… howl…*
*Child of the night, wailing under the moon.*
*Blood-stained fangs, silently grinning.*
*A pale youth transforms into a handsome ghost, breaking through the dark veil.*
*Awakening after millennia at the stroke of midnight, breaking free from the darkness.*
*Midnight, solo dance, endless longing.*
*Midnight rose, quietly blooming under the moonlight.*
*Midnight rose, spreading its fragrance in the night breeze.*
*Midnight rose, leaving a lingering scent in her hands.*
*Howl… howl… howl…*
*The blooming midnight rose, forever etched in her heart…*
*Howl… howl… howl…*
*The blooming midnight rose, forever etched in her heart…*
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During the chorus, Dylan poured his heart into the song, shouting with unrestrained passion. He resembled a lone, proud wolf howling on a cliff. His voice was raw—sometimes ethereal, sometimes raspy. When he screamed, it felt like a dagger piercing through the hearts of the listeners.
Meanwhile, the band and backup singers pushed the song to its climax. By the time the bassist played the final note, many in the audience were moved to tears. For a few seconds after the music stopped, the entire place was silent—then erupted into thunderous applause and wild cheers.
"Prince Dylan! You were amazing!"
"We want more!"
"Encore! Encore!"
Even Anran had to admit that while Dylan Morris loved the spotlight, he truly had the talent to back it up. His musical genius, his appearance, and his voice all destined him to become a rock star.
After the song, Anran found that she, too, had become a fan of Dylan's.
Seemingly swept up by the atmosphere, Anran joined the crowd of girls in screaming and cheering, while Richard stood by, indulging her excitement.
"Encore! Encore! One more!" Anran shouted along with the crowd.
"My dear, seeing you like this might make me jealous," Richard said with a smile, leaning in to whisper in her ear.
Anran blinked her mischievous eyes and grinned at him. "If it were you on that stage, I'd be screaming even louder!"
"If… there's ever a chance…" Richard replied, though his voice was quickly drowned out by the waves of cheering.
"Richard, what did you say?" Anran didn't quite catch his words, raising her voice to ask.
This time, Richard didn't answer. He simply smiled at her.