Chapter 110 Brother Sings, Sister Composes
Balk always carried himself with a carefree swagger in front of others, but when Sylvia appeared, his smile spoke volumes about how much he cherished his sister. His face lit up with happiness as Sylvia stepped forward, placing her hand in his. The siblings captured the audience’s attention upon their entrance, with cheers and screams welcoming them.
The fans, once again, erupted with enthusiasm, certain that it had to be Sylvia coming today. The sight of Balk and Sylvia together stirred up excitement.
“I know you all are aware that my sister is the future head of our family,” Balk announced, beaming with pride. “But this is the first concert I’ve hosted since revealing my identity, so of course, she’s here to support me. The next song is my signature hit, composed and written by my sister. Oh, and by the way, most of my songs are actually created by her. What can I say? I’m just lucky to have such a talented sis.”
As he boasted about Sylvia, the audience couldn’t help but be a bit envious of Balk. Anyone with a sister like Sylvia would be proud to show her off everywhere they went.
The people sitting in the front row rolled their eyes; they’d always known the Ivans cherished Sylvia immensely. However, they hadn’t experienced such relentless boasting about her before.
They were also surprised to learn that many of Balk’s songs had been crafted by Sylvia. It was quite the revelation. They’d always recognized Balk as a musical prodigy, but the idea that Sylvia could compose and write songs was a pleasant shock.
The excitement was palpable as the intro music started. Balk had reached the pinnacle of success from the moment he debuted, with his first song sweeping the charts. That track laid the foundation for his career, and subsequent albums and singles only elevated his stardom. Within just three years, he’d swept all the major awards, and by his fifth year, he’d secured his spot as the undisputed king of pop. And now, eight years into his career, his status was monumental.
But it turned out that most of the songs had been Sylvia’s work all along. The Ivans siblings‘ combined brilliance left the audience in awe, with some fans even tearfully murmuring about the “duo of the century” -Sylvia composing and Balk singing was nothing short of a divine union.
“Imagine if Sylvia didn’t take over the family business but instead debuted alongside Balk as a duo. Could they be even more successful?” Catherine pondered aloud, chin in hand, to her companion, Kelly,
Kelly raised an eyebrow and nodded in agreement. Both Sylvia and Balk were talented and capable. Even without relying on their family name, they could make waves in the entertainment industry.
“You know how formidable their family is,” Kelly responded. “If Sylvia chose to join the entertainment
business instead of taking over the family business, I doubt we’d even hear about Balk. Knowing him, he’d gladly give up everything–the title of king of pop included–just to give the best to his sister.”
Kelly’s assessment was spot on, everyone thought. That’s just how Balk was; he would undoubtedly give Sylvia the very best of what he had.
As Sylvia and Balk sang together, the atmosphere in the venue soared to new heights once more. Amidst the excitement and cheers, no one noticed a solitary figure sitting motionless in the stands, enveloped in
silence. That person was Cyril.
He must be crazy, he thought, for leaving behind a pile of work just to attend this concert. It was the first time he truly realized how multifaceted Sylvia’s talents were. He had only seen her sharp, hurtful side after her divorce, and now he recognized her gifts ran deeper and were far mightier than he had imagined:
Not only was Sylvia graceful in song and dance, but she also had a talent for writing and composing. Standing there next to Balk on that stage, she looked as if she was born to be in the spotlight, a star meant to be adored by all.
The excitement among the audience grew; they shifted from shouting Balk’s name to chanting Sylvia’s. That’s when Cyril understood that no matter where Sylvia was, she would always shine brightly. Regardless of her status or position, she had the power to be the most dazzling presence in any crowd.
Sadly, Cyril had been oblivious to this all along, never taking it seriously until now. Realizing his own outrageous oversight, he felt a pang of regret.
As the audience cheered, some noticed the peculiar man in the stands, not speaking, not even standing. They sneakily took pictures and posted them online, commenting on the one calm individual amongst the tumultuous enthusiasm for Balk’s concert. Some speculated that he sat there heartbroken, as if deliberately seeking solace at the concert. Once netizens recognized the side profile, the whispers began, “Isn’t that Cyril?”
On the same night when Sylvia and Balk created a historic onstage union, Cyril found himself at the concert venue, stirring up all sorts of wild theories amongst the internet crowd. Some said Cyril came seeking reconciliation, while others guessed he might regret the divorce from Sylvia.
Whatever the theories, it was certain that his presence at this event was likely related to a wounded heart.
Cyril was unaware of the online chatter. Seated in the stands, he didn’t have the clearest view of the stage, but for some reason, he could see every gesture Sylvia made as if he were right beside her. Watching her shine so brightly on stage, Cyril could feel his heartbeat speeding up.
No one can resist the allure of someone who sparkles. Cyril admitted to himself that he had felt a certain fondness for Sylvia before, a feeling that had gradually worn away. But now, as he watched her become the radiant focus of everyone’s attention, he could sense that old affection slowly rekindling.