I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 408: Chapter 278: You’ve Never Been Truly

Happy; Your Smile is Just Your Camouflage _2

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Harrison felt there was some truth in her words, but as he was currently in a low mood, he was unsure if he could hold on as the director until the end.

Carrie suddenly said, “Let me write you a song.”

“What?”

Harrison panicked a bit, how could they be chatting well, and suddenly, she wanted to write a song?

Hadn’t all of the Divine Sword Melodies been copied down?

How long had it been since then?

Did she want to use love to influence me?

It’s over!

I mustn’t create any trouble, and she will end up writing a heartfelt but shallow love song, and history will be off course.

“Ahem, no need for that, we’ll just practice the songs from Octaves.”

“No! I want to write it for you now! I want to tell you what a beautiful dream should be like! I’ll pull you out of your nightmare now!”

Carrie slapped the bar counter next to her and quickly walked toward the piano in the living room.

Harrison awkwardly stood up and wanted to follow her.

Carrie turned back and pointed at the chair, “You sit well.”

Harrison obediently sat down.

It’s over, I can’t hold her back.

Big trouble is coming.

He wanted to strangle himself for indulging in this melancholic play without reason.

Well, now the result was trouble as he wished for.

Carrie, on the other hand, had already begun to close her eyes and meditate, unsure if she was pondering rhythms or composing lyrics.

Ten minutes had passed.

Carrie was still meditating with her eyes closed.

Harrison was at a loss.

He stood up.

Carrie suddenly opened her eyes, “Sit down.”

Harrison sat straight, hands on his knees, with his legs pressed together, slightly anxious, but as a professional player, he could handle it.

Carrie had already started to take out her notebook and began writing on it.

Harrison secretly thought, the lyrics had come out, it seems.

At this point, he was even more tense than when he faced the Invader Warships, like a gambler with a monthly salary of a thousand betting on a lottery with a super-multiplier, guessing the first thirteen games right and drawing on the final game, with the score at o-o during injury time.

Next, Carrie’s fingers began to tap the piano keys occasionally.

Harrison was restless, crossing his legs, alternating between his left and right leg, unable to calm down.

Half of it was anxiety, and the other half was the urge to hold it in.

After another ten minutes or so, Carrie took a deep breath and whispered, “Done!”

Harrison asked, “You finished writing it? What’s the song called?”

Carrie grinned, “Please enjoy the new work by this humble girl, ‘Dreamwalking in Virgo.’

“What!”

Harrison was stunned.

He knew this song too well.

In the previous timeline, besides composing “You Think I’m Not Here” before her death, Carrie had completed a total of six songs after “Morning Wind.”

Of the other five, two were their wedding song, “Life Hope,” and “Dreamwalking in Virgo,” “Chasing the Wind,” “Continue in the Next Life,” and “No Regrets in This Life” all created the same month.

It seemed that the love songs written for him had a slightly higher share, and Harrison was a little embarrassed by this. Fortunately, Carrie was someone with ambition and didn’t come up with anything too cheesy. The overall level of these six songs was not far off from the Divine Sword Melodies, so it wasn’t a big issue.

However, Harrison didn’t actually like her writing songs just for him like that.

Among these six songs, only “Dreamwalking in Virgo,” with its rich imagination, and “You Think I’m Not Here,” which had the most accurate emotional grasp, were his favorites.

So after he returned this time, Harrison originally planned to leave only “You Think I’m Not Here” for her and sell the other songs to Avril Green or Leah Clark and Jenny Hart to see if he could guide Carrie’s creative direction onto the path he wanted.

Who knew that people’s plans were no match for fate, as he merely acted cutely, and Carrie wanted to write it right away, squeezing out “Dreamwalking in Virgo” that should have been written after her marriage when her mood completely relaxed and she was full of hope for the future.

Now what, even her inspiration had become cunning, completely unreasonable, and denied him the chance to copy songs.

The one who rides others’ faces to copy songs, in the end, got his karma and got his face ridden back with the song-copying route cut off.Harrison Clark didn’t know whether to be relieved or worried as he soon faced a new dilemma.

Her current state of mind and skill level would surely be different from the previous timeline; hopefully, it wouldn’t ruin his favorite piece of music.

However, Carrie Thomas had already begun to play, her nimble, fair, and slender fingers dancing and frolicking on the piano keys like a troupe of playful, lovely elves.

The crisp piano sounds, like a bubbling mountain stream, brushed against his face with an ethereal allure.

The brief introduction transported one’s thoughts to the profound and indescribable cosmic space in an instant.

Harrison was first taken aback and then quickly became entranced.

The essence was the same, but there seemed to be a slight difference.

Compared to the previous version of “Dreamwalking in Virgo,” Carrie’s piano technique was more elusive, enigmatic, and full of spirituality.

Different stages of life would inevitably leave the marks of time on one’s creations.

Now, the twenty-one-year-old Carrie was a whole forty years younger than when she composed this piece in her previous timeline at the age of sixty-one.

Though her skills may not be as refined, the girl’s aura was stronger and more in line with the charm that “Dreamwalking in Virgo” should possess.

With his current connoisseur skills, Harrison could detect the subtle differences in an instant.

Not only had she not strayed from the right path, but she had also achieved a higher level of refinement earlier than expected.

He couldn’t help but feel both admiration and intoxication.

After the introduction, Carrie hummed softly in a low chant.

Harrison shuddered as the lyrics changed, becoming even more confident.

She no longer described the starry sky with conjectures and speculations; her words became more definitive and her imagination even bolder.

It was a surge of self-confidence and absolute freedom.

Her lofty voice, at the pinnacle of its etherealness, was like an orchid hidden in a secluded valley, nearly lifting Harrison’s soul from his body.

He offered no resistance and willingly immersed himself in it.

As the song became more impassioned, with intricate twists and turns and ever-changing modulations, the performer closed her eyes and played and sang at once.

The listener’s thoughts were stimulated to the extreme, as if transformed into an elf traversing time and space, wandering amidst the vast and mysterious starry sky.

At times, they would overlook a galaxy, set foot on a star, become lost in a dazzling stellar ring, chase the radiant tail of a comet, or frolic amidst explosive bursts of light from a red giant…

Then, they would venture further out, leaving the Milky Way Galaxy and arriving at the Andromeda Galaxy and the Local Group comprised of Magellanic Clouds and others.

This was not the end, but a new beginning.

She then raced towards the Virgo Cluster, the very heights this song was named after.

As space continued to expand, one mysterious stellar object after another was depicted before them.

Unimaginable cosmic wonders were casually sung within her lyrics.

Yet her journey didn’t stop within the Virgo Cluster; as the song’s conclusion drew near, she set her sights on the Laniakea Supercluster Group.

Her singing stopped, but the cosmic journey continued, leaving a lingering melody in one’s mind that could still inspire active imagination.

This was the universe as conceived by an artist’s heart.

It disregarded science, showing the wonder and beauty of the cosmos.

It allowed those living on Earth a glimpse into the endless sky of her heart.

Harrison was completely flabbergasted.

Carrie hadn’t deliberately pursued knowledge.

She devoted ninety-nine percent of her talents to her music and perhaps possessed only ordinary scientific knowledge.

Yet her seemingly simplistic and almost idealistic depiction of cosmic wonders in “Dreamwalking in Virgo” resonated harmoniously with many phenomena only visible through the telescopes of the 31st century.

She had truly “seen” the universe.

Others didn’t know, but Harrison knew.

He couldn’t help but be amazed.

His gaze towards Carrie was as if he was looking at a celestial being.

Everything seemed to have exploded.

He had once imagined that there were no limits to human imagination.

However, he never thought he would find definitive proof.

Now he knew that the evidence was standing right in front of him.

You must be some kind of demon!