GIRL IN RED
CHAPTER 2. THE WOMAN DIED
Currentness. 2022.
Jakarta, Indonesia. Stadium full of floodlights. Silver flakes rain scattered. The music glared to the ceiling. Cheering boisterous thousands of spectators.
...Akuu ...!...
...Hunting ...!...
...Loveyou ...!...
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Sebait lyrics Glissando tone * reached the voice of Sopran D7. A high tone broke the stage in a sparkling floodlight. A pop genre song semi-rock kicked off the show action that night.
A singer girl on stage, dressed in Red Lolita style. Beautiful and sweet singer. Of course he was young. New stars born in the last few weeks. His voice and song captured the attention of the world of J-Pop, K-Pop and Slow Rock, viral reverberation in every digital media today.
"Red Angel ...!!!"
Shouts of enthusiasm thousands of spectators filled the stadium stage at that time. Everything is dissolved in the music arrangement. The glittering lights of the stage adorned that night. Of all the musical performances, back dancers, and the song itself that seemed to bewitch, the one most praised by all the audience was the beautiful Singer Girl captivating the heart. His face, appearance, also his distinctive voice. All the male and female fans liked him. Even up to maniacs in just the last few weeks.
Red Angel's.
Popular mention Young singer with typical long hair braid two. Smooth white leather, wrapped in semi-modern medieval Red Lolita dress.
All the audience called the popular name of the YouTube singer girl.
"Red Angel ...!"
"Red Angel ...!"
That's how the name of the angel captivated the hearts of thousands of fans. Tranding one in a few weeks on the YouTube platform.
All of Asia was shaken by the hit song Red Angel, becoming a heavy rival in the ranks of the popular K-Pop and J-Pop groups. The world's senior artists made head bobbles for Red Angel's stage action. How no. Like a modern angel from the sky, he suddenly took to the stage and mastered the world of music.
Of course, many major labels are scrambling to offer exclusive contracts for Red Angel. But the Singer has not determined which major label and artistic management agent will be chosen later. He enjoyed the peak of his career without the contract of cooperation with other parties. Red Angel as an indie artist is only willing to meet the invitation of the show according to a personal schedule.
"Who's the girl's real name?" someone in front of the glass screen, on the other side of the performance building, was far away from the stage. He's a classy music producer.
All of his subordinate crews both shook their heads slowly. They were also bewitched by the stage action and the sound of vibrating against Red Angel.
The sound of the music ends with Red Angel standing by holding the microphone up high.
...I'm hunting your love ...!!!...
End of the tone Wishtle Voice*, greeted by boisterous applause thousands of viewers spilled. The atmosphere is spectacular.
"Thank you ...!" red Angel. His last words before he disappeared behind the stage screen door.
Still sounds like his name is mentioned.
Moments later in a special room changing clothes, several singer artists gathered.
"Who's his real name?" a lead singer feels taken over tonight's show. This event should be a festive event for him, while Red Angel is only a guest star. But the amazing result was precisely Red Angel making the stage thunderous.
"Tiara, it's your turn now" said one manager. Singer named Tiara, has fallen in mood and enthusiasm. He was a little annoyed at his manager's orders.
"Destroy stage! Defeat him!" the manager said encouragingly.
"You're the main star of this concert, not him!" the manager was more convincing.
Meanwhile on the other side of the room. A singer girl in a Red Lolita dress in her own room, standing in front of a mirror larger in size than the girl's own body. A little whistling, the tones being sung.
"I ... hunt for your love ..., du .. du..," so whistled on the sidelines of the lyrics.
"Red Angel," the girl in the dress of Red Lolita called herself in front of the mirror, noticing something from her own reflection, as she reached into the chain of necklaces around her neck. A red pendant hung right attached to his chest. He rubbed the Red Pendant carved with flowers that form between roses and champaka.
"Red Girl. Later, I will sing your song on that one," a little murmur his voice pronounces tones not so clear. Then she pulled her long hair in two.
Red Girl ....
The injured child ....
The reddish hue of your dress first ....
The girl in front of the mirror smiled. Only her face bounced off the mirror's surface, refracting a sweet smile and sadness.
"I ... will realize what you have not been able to realize in your life," he said alone.
Suddenly he looked back. Someone opened the door to the room.
"Red Angel," call a woman, apparently from the sponsorship crew who invited the girl to take part in tonight's show.
"Are you ready to go home?" ask the girl in the Red Lolita dress.
"Red ...," women wear silver blouses and dress up lady-style and fashionable.
"Red ..., can sing extra, the fans want to hear you sing once more" the sponsor's woman asked expectantly.
The girl he called by the name of Red, shook her head with a smile only.
"No, Miss Shinta. Thank you, my brother is waiting for me. I'm ready to go back to the hotel tonight" Red replied.
"I'm tired, want to quickly fall down," while twisting one eye and body gestures a little spoiled.
"Ah, Red, if only you would join my management, then I would be willing to pay a huge price," Ms. Shitta tailed behind Red rushing out of the room.
"Other times, ma'am, I'll tell you later" Red added. Out of the room, two bodyguards accompanied the two of them. Heading to the elevator and finally reaching the ground floor. An exclusive van awaits both of them.
"Red, make sure I have you" Shinta said while in the shuttle artist's car.
"Mm. .. I'll talk to my brother first," Red replied as he took off his sunglasses, sitting next to Shinta.
Ms. Shinta. Manager of a prestigious artist agency owner in Jakarta. In the last few weeks, he's been chasing Red to be willing to join his agency. Tonight, he was willing to take Red to the show to just meet face to face longer and continue to persuade Red.
TripodMedia, the name of Bu Shinta's agency. He also owns well-known Broadcast companies in Singapore, Malaysia, and Indonesia.
"All your sisters can join our agency. I guarantee you, he'll get an important position in TripodMedia, "there's no end to Bu Shinta's offer to Red to be interested in joining.
"My brother is not interested in entertainment. He's an assistant doctor" Red replied. Not wanting to be rejected repeatedly, Shinta tries to deepen their relationship by asking more about someone who is very influential in Red's life.
"Your brother's a doctor?" a little curious, Bu Shinta asked.
"She checked a lot of patients of course," next Ms. Shinta was just a little pleasantry.
"No, the special patient in the autopsy room, not much but always there," Red replied. This time made Bu Shinta open the glasses a sign of shock.
"Your brother, forensic doctor?!" somewhat wide-eyed, Bu Shinta's eyes appeared after the sunglasses were removed.
Red nodded while staring out the window. The van crosses the metropolitan city highway.
"To be more precise, forensics experts. He was also an assistant physician apprentice," Red continued, further making Bu Shinta wonderfully curious.
"What is an ancient forensic expert?" asked Shinta to look over. Red just smiled. No answer yet, the phone call caught his attention.
"Hallo, brother ..," Red answered a voice from his cell phone.
"I'll be there soon. Brother where?" continue Red again.
"All right ..," Red hung up on her phone.
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*Glissando: in musical terms, glissando is slid from one note to another. It usually slides from low to high notes without pause. It is an Italian musical term derived from the French glisser.
**Wishtle Voice: also called Whistle register is the highest vocal range of the human voice, located above the modal register and falsetto register. These registers have a different physiological production from other registers, so called because the tones produced are similar to whistle tones.
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