"Your voice needs to come from your throat, all the way from 'a' to 'hia.'"
After putting on her makeup, Mei Ying led Jiang Han to a corner of the stage and began explaining while everyone else was still preparing. Setting aside her madness, this woman was actually quite dependable. She also knew Jiang Han was an amateur temporarily dragged in to fill the role, so she smilingly taught her several simple vocal techniques.
Sea Sirens naturally possessed deep, vast voices. Even without training, they could effortlessly sing high notes that left land-dwellers dumbstruck.
In this world, what would once have been called dolphin notes could only be considered a decent vocal tone. Against Witches with bizarre, unfathomable physiological structures, victory was basically impossible. For land-dwellers to defeat a Sea Siren's singing, they had to put in far more terrifying effort. Some even chose to join them when they could not beat them, becoming Witches before facing the Sea Sirens again.
Jiang Han was slightly short of breath, but that was only slightly short of breath by Sea Siren standards. Or rather, at her height and with a body probably only half Mei Ying's size, no matter how much potential she had, her body simply would not allow it!
Just like how her throat only had that much capacity.
"Sea Sirens call this technique of singing one line, pausing for half a beat, then making a gesture fla. When you can't sing any higher or lower and need a moment to recover, bite your lip, put on a shy expression, and sneak a glance at that Witch washed ashore. Then the conductor will know you're running a little out of breath and soften the middle of the piece, make it more lyrical, so you can secretly catch your breath."
Mei