Chapter 530 : Emotional Energy
Chapter 530: Emotional Energy
Not only that, but at the moment they performed together, Janna’s very presence seemed imbued with magic—as if every light in the hall had chosen to focus solely on her, radiating and spreading to everyone around.
So much so that, during Siwen-Rogers and Janna’s onstage interaction, he truly achieved the state of “becoming one with the role,” fully immersing himself in the emotions of 【Augustine】—the character he played—allowing himself, for the first time in a long while, to truly fall into the performance.
“Perhaps, in the near future, she really will be able to stir up a storm that belongs to her alone in the opera world—”
Watching Janna still surrounded by a crowd of admirers, Siwen-Rogers, who had already been completely convinced by her strength, only smiled and shook his head slightly before quietly stepping back, digesting the lingering emotions of 【Augustine】.
“Honored guests and dear friends, the debut performance of The Withering Rose has officially come to an end! Thank you for your support and companionship—and thank you to this friend for your bouquet—”
At that moment, Nightingale, the host who had finally managed to quiet the applause, began wrapping up the event.
However, before she could even finish her words of gratitude, a massive bouquet of roses suddenly flew onto the stage, thrown by an audience member shouting Janna’s name, startling Nightingale.
“Janna! Janna! Janna! Janna!”
It was as if the first person to throw flowers onto the stage had pressed some hidden switch within the audience. The tide of applause had barely subsided before countless roses began raining down toward the curtain, accompanied by the fevered cries of Janna’s name.
“It seems the audience can’t wait to meet their superstar.”
Even though the curtain was still drawn, the surging emotions of the audience could be clearly felt. The other actors glanced at Janna—some with envy, others with awe.
After all, to win the hearts of so many viewers was the lifelong dream of countless actors who struggled in the opera world.
“Let’s get up there quickly, then.”
Hearing Liji Silks’s teasing tone, Janna, who was just as surprised by the audience’s enthusiasm, brushed back her hair and stepped to the center of the stage alongside David-Berg, waiting for the curtain to rise.
“Since everyone is so passionate tonight, please welcome the director of The Withering Rose, David-Berg, along with the lead actress Janna-Roland and the rest of the main cast, to take their curtain call—”
Overwhelmed by the audience’s fervor, Nightingale quickly rushed through her final thanks before signaling to the crew to draw back the curtain.
As the curtain opened, the audience—who had been impatiently waiting to see Janna—erupted into even greater “madness.” The roses in their hands seemed endless, thrown toward the stage in handfuls.
In the blink of an eye, a “small mountain” of roses had already piled up in front of Janna, covering nearly half her figure.
“Thanks to Mr. Flynn-Brown for gifting Miss Janna-Roland nine hundred and ninety-nine roses.”
“Thanks to Miss Mary-Evans for gifting Miss Janna-Roland one thousand roses.”
“Thanks to Mr. Max-Bronson for gifting Miss Janna-Roland nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses…”
“Thanks to Miss Monica-Conner for gifting Miss Janna-Roland nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses—”
Hearing the staggering numbers echoing through the theater, Liji Silks almost thought she was hallucinating; she was completely “numbed.”
“No wonder the troupe leader insisted on coming to Dordogne—these audiences are too rich—”
Looking at the crowd that was practically showering Janna in gold, Liji Silks felt something beyond envy—it was sheer disbelief.
After all, the Nightingale Opera Troupe sold roses to the audience at one Silver Surrel apiece.
That meant nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses equaled nine hundred and ninety-nine Gold Surrels—an astronomical figure for an ordinary performer like her.
“Janna—Janna—!”
At the same time, Jenny, who had already stood up from her seat, was shouting Janna’s name at the top of her lungs.
But because of her short height—and the distance from the stage—her voice was easily drowned out by the others’ cheers.
“If heaven would give me another chance, I’d sleep on the street if I had to—just to get a VIP seat!”
Meanwhile, in the VIP section, Celine and Matthew were holding up their cameras, snapping photos of Janna from every angle.
“Master, did you get a shot of the moment Miss Janna stepped out from behind the curtain?”
“I did.”
“You’re the best!”
Celine, who had nearly forgotten her job while watching the opera, finally remembered to pick up her camera only when the roses had already hidden half of Janna’s figure.
But because there were just too many roses, even though she got a shot, it was no longer a full-body picture.
Fortunately, Matthew’s professional instincts had won over his own distraction; he had raised his camera early and captured an exclusive photo at the very instant Janna appeared.
“Good thing we splurged on VIP seats this time. Otherwise, we’d have been blocked by the front rows like the other reporters and gotten nothing but bad shots.”
Feeling the flashlights flicker from behind her, Celine, still inexperienced, couldn’t help but give Matthew a mental thumbs-up.
“This… is what emotional feedback feels like, isn’t it?”
As the absolute center of everyone’s attention, Janna didn’t focus on the pile of roses growing higher before her. Instead, she gazed upward—toward the colorful mist gathering above the opera house.
Just like at the 【Glory Arena】, when the audience’s emotions reached their peak, the energy representing 【Emotion】 condensed in the air as vividly colored smoke.
But what puzzled Janna was that this time, the “emotional smoke” wasn’t limited to just red, orange, and yellow—it had expanded into nine distinct colors.
“Red, blue, yellow, green, purple, orange, black, white, gray… Each color must represent a different emotion. And this time, the emotional feedback is clearly far stronger than ever before.”
Red symbolized passion and anger, blue represented trust and sorrow, yellow stood for optimism and anxiety, green embodied calm and jealousy, purple reflected mystery and creativity, orange meant vitality and friendliness, black conveyed power and fear, white suggested purity and indifference, and gray expressed gloom and melancholy.
As Janna’s understanding of the 【Law of Beauty Fragment】 deepened, her sensitivity to emotional energy also grew stronger.
“Still… why do I feel like there’s one emotion missing———”