The Journey to Godhood in Another World

Finally, through everyone's joint efforts, a suitable elderly artist, Yang Hong, was found, and soon the elderly and Chinese singers to participate in the chorus were also gathered. They rehearsed together, working together to improve their skills, and each rehearsal was like a spiritual cleansing. The elderly artists used their deeply emotional voices to convey the vicissitudes of time and to commemorate the martyrs; Wanwan, with her pure voice, sang of hope and the future.

The National Day celebrations are like a surging tide drawing ever closer; with every heartbeat, you can feel its powerful rhythm, growing ever more imminent, almost audible. In every corner of the city, people's hearts are like a taut bowstring, a mixture of tension and excitement, as if countless deer are fluttering wildly within. On the streets and alleys, conversations revolve around the upcoming celebrations, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, a light like brilliant stars illuminating the entire city sky.

Behind the scenes of the mysterious and solemn selection process for the National Day celebration program shortlist, countless eyes were fixed on the door of destiny that was about to open. When the list was finally revealed, like a ray of dawn piercing the darkness, Ke Shiyin's program was prominently featured, and it was scheduled for prime time. At that moment, Ke Shiyin felt as if she were in a dream; her heart skipped a beat, followed by a surge of overwhelming joy.

"Really? I can't believe my eyes!" Ke Shiyin's eyes widened, her lips trembled slightly, and she gripped the list tightly in her hand until her knuckles turned white. Tears of excitement welled up in her eyes, swirling like sparkling pearls, reflecting a myriad of colors. Her friends around her cheered, their shouts echoing like thunder in the room. They surrounded Ke Shiyin, excitedly patting her shoulder, "Sister Shiyin, you're amazing! This is prime time!"

Ke Shiyin took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew that being scheduled to air at this time was a huge recognition of her work, a testament to the song's high quality. She silently vowed to herself that she would make this song shine the brightest at the ceremony, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the entire nation's celebration.

Inside the rehearsal room, the atmosphere was as intense as a burning flame. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting golden patches on the polished floor, as if paving a path to glory for them. They practiced again and again, their clothes soaked with sweat, which streamed down their faces and dripped onto the floor, forming tiny water stains.

Ke Shiyin stood at the front of the group, her gaze focused and resolute, like a general commanding a vast army. Every gesture she made was full of power, moving forcefully to the rhythm of the music.

The senior members of the choir were also diligently practicing each movement, striving for perfection. Watching from the sidelines, Luo Li was deeply moved by the enthusiastic atmosphere. She sat quietly in a corner, her eyes fixed on the rehearsals, a small notebook in her hand, occasionally jotting something down. She frowned, seemingly deep in thought, then stood up and walked over to Ke Shiyin.

"Ke Shiyin, I think we could add some harmonies here. That would make the whole song more layered," Luo Li said earnestly, her eyes clear and bright, radiating professionalism.

Ke Shiyin nodded slightly, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "You're right, Luo Li, let's give it a try." So, everyone started practicing again. After adding harmonies, the song was indeed more beautiful. Its momentum was like a surging sea, impacting people's hearts wave after wave.

As time went on, the number of rehearsals increased. Each rehearsal was a challenge, and also an opportunity for growth. In the grand rehearsal venue, the stage lights shone brightly, and the colorful lights intertwined, like a magnificent brocade woven for this special moment. The audience seats were empty, but they all knew that on National Day, these seats would be filled with people cheering for their motherland.

Ke Shiyin and her teammates walked onto the stage with firm and confident steps. Every movement, every expression, was meant to be perfect.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. Let's do it again. Remember, our performance is to express our highest respect to the martyrs and to offer our sincerest blessings to our motherland. Every detail must be perfect," Ke Shiyin said softly, her eyes full of encouragement.

So they started practicing this section again, over and over, until every movement was as natural and fluid as flowing water.

While resting backstage, everyone was a little tired, but their eyes were still full of fighting spirit. Ke Shiyin sat in a chair, closed her eyes, and the scene of the National Day celebration kept flashing through her mind. She seemed to see countless cheering faces below the stage, the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind, and the heroic spirits of the martyrs smilingly watching over them.

"We must not let everyone down," Ke Shiyin said softly to her companions. Although her voice was not loud, it was full of power, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in everyone's hearts.

"Yes, we must do our best!" Everyone responded in unison, their voices echoing backstage for a long time, like a battle oath.

As the days passed and the National Day celebrations drew ever closer, the atmosphere of tension and excitement grew stronger. Ke Shiyin and her partners, like warriors about to embark on a campaign, were fully prepared. They eagerly awaited that moment, hoping to use their songs and dances to ignite the most dazzling fireworks at the celebrations, offering an unparalleled gift to their motherland, making this song an eternal memory of the National Day celebrations, and letting its brilliance illuminate the hearts of every Chinese son and daughter.

In the final sprint, they dared not slacken their efforts in the slightest. The lights in the rehearsal room often stayed on until late at night. The outside world had quieted down, with only their singing and instrumental music drifting in the night air. Moonlight shone through the rehearsal room windows, like a gentle guardian, silently accompanying them.

Ke Shiyin's voice was already a little hoarse, but she persisted. She knew she couldn't give up now; every practice session was a refinement of the piece. She took a sip of water, cleared her throat, and began leading the group in practice again. "Here, we need to put more emotion into it, imagine we are expressing our love to our motherland." Although her voice was somewhat tired, her dedication to music and her love for her country remained undiminished.