"Serval, have you decided on the songs for tomorrow night's performance?"
Looking at the members of Mechanical Tide, who were all in position, Lin Feng spoke.
"Well... not yet."
"As you know, our band hasn't given a proper performance in a long time."
"And... I've always liked trying new adventures. Playing old songs is a little boring..."
With a deep blue Electric Guitar resembling a peregrine falcon hanging at her waist, Serval spread her hands, her expression looking somewhat helpless.
"Those are all excuses... you've clearly forgotten most of the old songs."
"Mr. Lin Feng, you have no idea how hard it was for us to perform with Serval before..."
"Just as we were about to go onstage, she'd suddenly have a burst of inspiration, and we'd have to rehearse all over again..."
Her slender hands gripping her drumsticks, Pela sat in a high-backed chair and complained with a pout.
When Lin Feng first met Pela, his impression of her had been earnest and serious. However, after setting aside her work as an intelligence officer for the Silvermane Guards and becoming Mechanical Tide's drummer, Pela seemed to have become much freer and more relaxed.
Could music really make people happy? Lin Feng felt that was certainly true for Pela.
"So... Miss Serval, you used to be keen on improvising?"
His gaze settled on the mature blonde beauty, and the corners of Lin Feng's lips lifted slightly as a hint of curiosity appeared on his handsome face.
"Ahem... you could say that. Most of the time, we were just messing around, and the result..."
Scratching her head, Serval looked somewhat embarrassed, her face as exquisite as jade.
Serval's voice had a slightly husky resonance that gave it a distinctive flavor. It made her seem perpetually carefree and laid-back.
"In the end...