I am the Entertainment Tycoon

Chapter 775: The Final Anthem



The lights in Mafra Q Hall dimmed once again, casting a sea of shadows over the massive crowd. The excited murmurs of the audience filled the air as they waited for the final moment of the night. Moonlight, with his electric guitar slung over his shoulder, stood at the center of the stage, bathed in a spotlight that illuminated his silver hair. His masked face, as always, added to the mystery, his red eyes gleaming under the lights as he surveyed the thousands of fans who had gathered for this unforgettable night.

The audience had been on an emotional rollercoaster throughout the concert, and now they stood in anticipation, knowing that the night was coming to an end but unwilling to let it go. The roar of applause and cheers from the last song, "Perfect," still echoed in the venue, but the energy hadn't faded-it had only built up, waiting for release. And Moonlight knew exactly how to bring that final burst of energy to life.

He stepped forward, resting his hand lightly on the microphone stand, and let the cheers fade into a breathless silence. The crowd watched him, eyes wide, hearts pounding, their excitement almost tangible.

"Thank you," Moonlight began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Thank you for being here tonight. This concert has been... incredible."

The crowd erupted into applause once again, their love for him filling the hall. Moonlight smiled behind his mask, his heart full as he took a moment to appreciate the connection they had shared.

"I've said it before, but I'll say it again," he continued. "This night means the world to me. Performing for you, hearing your voices, seeing your energy... it's something I'll never forget."

The audience cheered even louder, their voices echoing through the massive venue. Moonlight took a deep breath, knowing the final song of the night would be the one to leave them with a lasting impression.

"But," he said, his tone shifting slightly as he leaned closer to the microphone, "before we end this, I've got one last song for you."

The crowd quieted, hanging on his every word.

"This song is about pushing through, about believing in yourself no matter what life throws at you. And tonight, I want you all to shake your spirits one last time."

A wave of excitement washed over the audience as Moonlight's voice deepened, full of conviction. His fingers flexed over the strings of his electric guitar, and the anticipation in the room grew heavier by the second.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice rising over the noise.

The crowd erupted into a frenzy, hands thrown in the air, voices raised in a chorus of cheers

and shouts. They were ready, more than ready, to give everything they had for this final song.

"I said, are you ready to feel alive?"

The roar from the crowd was deafening, the entire hall vibrating with the intensity of their response. Moonlight grinned beneath his mask, the thrill of the moment rushing through him.

"Alright then," he said, his voice dripping with excitement. "This is 'Believer.' Let's make it count."

And with that, the stage exploded into life.

Moonlight's electric guitar rang out, the opening riff of "Believer" tearing through the air with a powerful, raw intensity. The band jumped in, the drummer hammering out a driving beat that reverberated through the floor, while the bassline rumbled like thunder. The stage lights flared in sync with the music, casting brilliant flashes of red and gold across the hall.

The intro was hard, fast, and unrelenting. For thirty seconds, the band unleashed a furious wall of sound, a storm of guitars and drums that sent shockwaves through the audience. The crowd was immediately swept up in the energy, their bodies moving to the rhythm as the music pulsed through them.

The flames shot up from the stage canons, high into the air, illuminating the night with bursts of heat and light. The fire roared, and the smoke curled into the rafters, adding to the electric atmosphere. The audience gasped, stunned by the spectacle, but there was no time to linger-the beat of the song demanded movement, demanded their full attention.

Moonlight stood at the front of the stage, his guitar cradled in his arms like an extension of himself, fingers flying over the strings as the intro carried on. The crowd was in awe, watching him dominate the stage with his raw talent and energy.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the music slowed. The driving rhythm pulled back, allowing the space to open up as Moonlight began to sing the first verse.

"First things first..."

"I'ma say all the words inside my head..."

His voice, smooth and powerful, cut through the thunderous instruments, drawing the crowd in. The beat was slower now, but still strong, like the steady thrum of a heart-pumping adrenaline through their veins. Moonlight's voice was filled with grit and passion, each word laced with emotion as he sang about the struggles and triumphs of life.

The crowd was mesmerized, their eyes fixed on him as he sang, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music.

"Second things second..."

"Don't you tell me what you think that I could be..."

The bassline kicked in harder now, the sound reverberating through the walls of the venue. The band built the tension masterfully, slowly layering the music as Moonlight's voice grew stronger, and more powerful, with each passing verse.

And then, just as they reached the chorus, the music exploded once again.

"You made me a, you made me a believer, believer!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The canons shot flames into the sky, bursts of fire dancing in time with the beat as the drums pounded furiously. The crowd erupted into cheers, their bodies moving in time with the explosive rhythm. It was impossible not to feel the beat pulsing through their bodies, shaking them to the core.

Smoke billowed from the stage, rising high into the air as the music reached its peak. The lights flashed in rapid succession, casting vibrant colors across the sea of people. It was a spectacle-fire, light, and sound coming together in a perfect storm of energy.

Moonlight's voice soared above it all, strong and unwavering as he belted out the lyrics. His presence on stage was magnetic, every movement commanding attention as he played his guitar with a fierce intensity.

The crowd was alive, feeding off the energy of the performance. They jumped, danced, and screamed, their voices joining Moonlight's in a powerful, unified chorus.

"Pain! You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer!"

The fire canons shot up again, the heat from the flames reaching the crowd, who cheered even louder. The ground beneath their feet vibrated with the beat, the bass rumbling through the floor like an earthquake. The sound, the light, the heat-it was a sensory overload, and the crowd was loving every second of it.

As the song continued, the pace fluctuated between the hard-hitting, fast sections and the slower, more deliberate verses. Moonlight's voice carried the emotion of the song, his lyrics speaking of pain, triumph, and resilience. The crowd responded to every note, their energy feeding into the intensity of the performance.

And then, as they neared the end of the song, the music shifted again. The band played through creating a moment of suspense as the lights dimmed just slightly. Moonlight stepped forward, his fingers moving deftly over the strings of his guitar as he launched into an electrifying solo. The sound ripped through the hall, sharp and powerful, sending a jolt of excitement through the audience.

The crowd roared as the guitar solo intensified, Moonlight's fingers moving faster and faster, each note building on the last. The lights flashed in time with the music, creating a dazzling display of color and movement. The fire canons shot off once again, flames licking the sky as Moonlight's guitar soared above it all.

Confetti began to fall from the ceiling, thousands of tiny silver and gold pieces fluttering down over the crowd, catching the light as they danced through the air. It was a mesmerizing sight, the perfect final touch to a performance that had already exceeded all expectations. The crowd was in awe, their eyes wide with amazement as they watched the spectacle unfold before them. They had been expecting a show, but this was something else entirely-an experience, a moment they would never forget.

As the song reached its final crescendo, the music swelled, the band playing with everything they had. Moonlight's guitar solo roared through the hall, his fingers flying over the strings with an intensity that matched the energy of the crowd.

The final chorus hit, the flames shooting high into the sky one last time, the lights flashing in

a dazzling display. The confetti continued to fall, showering the crowd with shimmering

pieces of silver and gold.

And then, with one final, powerful chord, the song ended.

The crowd erupted into deafening applause, their cheers and screams filling the hall. Moonlight stood at the center of the stage, his guitar in hand, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. The lights flickered one last time before settling into a soft glow, casting the stage

in a warm, golden light.

The concert was over, but the magic of the night lingered in the air, the crowd still buzzing with excitement and awe. Moonlight bowed his head slightly, his heart full as he listened to

the roar of the audience.

He had given them everything he had, and in return, they had given him their hearts.