"I've been on a journey
collecting crystals~..."
Ezekiel began. The entire theatre was silent and dimmed. All of the seats had been occupied by people from different walks of life, none of them probably having absolutely no idea who the Savannan on the stage was. Their eyes were glued to him, trying to guess what his performance would amount to. Truth was, people were usually waiting for you to fail more often than they wanted you to succeed. Ezekiel was a talented singer. He was easily able to rift and shift pitch on will. His talent wasn't under question, it was his performance skills. He was a normal teenage boy if you don't mind the fact that he's over a hundred years old. This would be easy though right? After all, he had performed in front of people in other ways before. The bronze-toned mage sat nervously on a stool in front of an organ. It was kinda like a piano, only it wasn't. Ezekiel closed his eyes to ignore his anxiety, he could not mess up.
Clean my spirit...I am the vessel.
I am a god~
I survived all that I went through~"
His fingers moved to each key as he sang. He was feeling it now. Truly getting into the groove. His brown head bopped to the melody of his own voice. Mlezi, the Dardian, stood all the way to the right of the stage hidden within the curtains. His eyes were focused on both Ezekiel and the crowd. Suddenly, Ezekiel's voice began to rise, and no longer was he holding back.
and my conscience are two beings co-exiiiiiiiiisting~"
The people in the crowd seemed to be taken away by how soulful his voice was. There were no boos or cheers, just occasional gasps, and silence. None of these people knew who the elf was, but as rose petals began to form around him "oohs" and "aahs" filled the room. Now they were beginning to enjoy the performance. As an artist, he worked best when the listeners reacted positively to his music. The song Zee was singing was a song he wrote only a few days ago. It was about a person figuring out their place in the world and acknowledging how small they were in the grand scheme of things. Though the lyrics were simple and straight to the point, it was a song of truth. If Mlezi hadn't pushed him to sign up for the Open-mic in Hosenka City, he might have never gotten the opportunity to perform in front of all these people and speak his truth. The Wood-elf felt alive. He could feel a mixture of emotions taking over him but at this moment, it felt like NOTHING could go wrong. This was his testimony.