Sierra listened intently to Lila's performance on stage.
She thought the song sounded beautiful, but more than that, it felt like the lyrics were speaking directly to her heart.
The first line of the song took her back to when she had just arrived in this city. Back then, wasn't she wandering alone in this vast metropolis, feeling like the whole world had abandoned her?
And it wasn't just Sierra who was moved by the song.
In a dimly lit bedroom of a high-end apartment, a brown-haired girl lay on her side, staring blankly at her phone screen, watching the live stream.
As the young singer on stage reached the chorus, the girl heard the familiar lyrics:
"Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me."