From American Internet Celebrity to God Among Men

127: Chapter 127 Eternal EchoThe lingering roar of New York had not yet fully dissipated in the air. On the other side of the Earth, beneath the ”Eternal” dome of the Staples Center in Los Angeles, another galaxy was waiting to be ignited.

The lights dimmed.

A single beam of light, pure as moonlight, descended from the center of the soaring dome, enveloping the massive grand piano in the center of the stage—which looked like the skeleton of some futuristic creature—and the figure standing quietly beside it: Taylor Allison.

She wore a simple silver gown, the fabric flowing with water-like luster in the dim light, devoid of any superfluous decoration. Her long hair was let down, and no trace of the lingering tremors from the explosive opening in New York could be seen on her face; there was only a calm, almost transparent focus. She rested her hands gently on the cold keys and closed her eyes, as if listening to an Echo from afar that had not yet arrived.

Inside the venue, the breathing of nearly twenty thousand people subconsciously softened. This was an energy field completely different from New York—not one of restless anticipation, but of bated, inward-converging waiting.

Alex’s figure, via a ”imperfect synchronization” holographic projection processed by special algorithms, appeared a few steps away from Taylor. His image was slightly transparent, with subtle data stream disturbances at the edges, like a ghost signal traveling through time and space from New York. This intentional ”transmission flaw” now became part of the artistic expression—he was here, yet not entirely here.

”Los Angeles.” The projection of Alex spoke, his voice coming through the dome’s immersive sound system, carrying a hint of authentic electromagnetic noise, yet exceptionally clear. ”New York’s heartbeat has been delivered. Now, it’s our turn.”

His projection turned to Taylor, his gaze gentle and resolute: ”This song is called ’half-step echo’. Dedicated to everyone chasing, everyone waiting, and everyone who still believes in resonance across time zones.”

Taylor opened her eyes, meeting the gaze of Alex in the projection. She nodded slightly, and her fingertips descended.

The first note sounded.

It was not a violent impact, but a long, slightly sighing single note, rising slowly from the lowest register of the piano. Amplified by the dome’s acoustic system, it resembled the chant of a giant whale in the deep sea, instantly seizing the hearts of all the listeners. Immediately after, another high-pitched melody line, clear as a stream, joined in. The two melodies were not synchronized; the high-pitched line was always half a beat behind, like a shadow chasing light.

The prelude to ’half-step echo’ unfolded in this meticulously constructed ”misalignment.” There was no grand arrangement, only the initial, slightly frayed inquiry of piano and voice.

Taylor began to sing the main verse, her voice clear and restrained, telling of distance, signals, and the longing for misalignment. Every word was as clear as a falling water droplet. When she sang, ”I send a signal, through the vacuum of the night, waiting for a delayed confirmation,” the processed harmony of Alex from the New York venue quietly embedded itself. His voice also carried a slight delay and signal attenuation, as if coming from the distant past, forming a wondrous temporal layer with Taylor’s current singing.

This ”imperfect” chorus lacked traditional harmony but possessed a heart-wrenching authenticity. In the audience, some people had already subconsciously covered their chests.

The song entered the pre-chorus, and the rhythm began to emerge. Taylor’s piano playing incorporated more complex rhythmic patterns, and the pulse of the left-hand bass section strengthened. Alex’s projection began to make simple, powerful physical movements in time with the music—not the real him, but an image driven by his real-time action data from the New York venue, processed with an artistic delay. His movements were not perfectly in sync with the musical beat, sometimes slightly fast, sometimes slightly paused, but this ”human-machine collaboration” error made his presence even more eerie and vivid.

”It feels strange,” in the New York backstage, the real Alex closed his eyes, listening to the complete sound field of Los Angeles through special in-ear monitors. At the same time, his Spider-Sense and enhanced hearing allowed him to capture the subtlest emotional fluctuations in both venues, ”But... it works. They have accepted this lack of synchronization.”

He pulled up the system interface, and the number for historical popularity soared again after ’half-step echo’ began.

[Historical Cumulative popularity] 99,780,000 points.

Only 220,000 points left. And the song was pushing toward the final buildup before the chorus.

At the Los Angeles venue, Taylor stood up from the piano and walked to the front of the stage. She gripped the microphone stand, took a deep breath, and her gaze swept over the ocean of dark, expectant eyes below. The music became extremely minimalist at this moment, with only the continuous bass pulse and her increasingly rapid, increasingly out-of-control breathing remaining.

Then, everything went still.

Half a second of dead silence.

”Now!” Alex in New York and Taylor in Los Angeles, three thousand miles apart, had the same thought flash through their minds.

Taylor used all her strength to sing that long-accumulated high note, the first word of the chorus, about ”broken frequencies” and ”reconstructed wavelengths”! At the same time, the massive ”Eternal” dome behind her, a curved screen composed of over twelve million LED pixels, roared to life!

But what lit up was not a preset gorgeous image.

What exploded across the dome first were thousands of chaotic, colorful lines flashing by, like out-of-control signal streams, or perhaps a billion broken stars. Immediately after, based on the collective sound pressure and heat distribution data captured in real-time by sensors distributed throughout the audience, these chaotic lines began to condense and rotate, forming two massive, intertwined, yet unable-to-fully-overlap light vortices—one presenting the heat map of the New York venue’s silhouette, the other the real-time energy mapping of the Los Angeles scene.

The two light vortices tried to approach and merge, but the edges of contact constantly sparked with finer light debris and erroneous data stream textures. This was exactly the artistic expression of the ”Emotional Visualization” system regarding the current state where the two cities were trying to resonate but naturally had ”errors”!

The visual impact combined perfectly with Taylor’s high note, which was full of tearing sensations yet vibrant with life. The emotions at the Los Angeles venue were instantly ignited to the boiling point! The entire audience stood up in unison; many did not even realize they were screaming, simply struck directly in the emotional center by that sound and imagery.

Just as the emotion reached its peak, at the New York venue, Alex’s Information Reception Filtering passively stripped away all noise, letting him ”hear” a faint ”string sound” formed by the emotional resonance of countless individuals, transcending physical sound. And on his system interface, that final number, at the critical point where Taylor’s high note was drawn out to the limit and about to modulate—

[Historical Cumulative popularity] 100,000,000 points.

The number froze.

Then, it instantly reset to zero and suddenly refreshed.

[Historical Cumulative popularity] 100,015,327 points (continuously growing).

[Milestone Achieved: One Hundred Million popularity Points].

[Detected specific ’Ritual Field’: Two-city real-time emotional linkage, error aesthetics widely accepted].

[Conditions met. High-level exchange list deeply unlocked...].

[Rule-level contact perception module activated...].

A series of prompts that only Alex could see flashed by silently. But the changes in the outside world were not invisible.

In Los Angeles, when Taylor’s long high note finally fell as if exhausted, transitioning into the truly majestic and healing melody of the chorus, the two light vortices on the dome that could not fully overlap did not force a merger. Instead, the system accepted this ”imperfection.” The light vortices maintained a state of circling each other, distant yet close, but in the void between them, a newborn ”nebula” composed of billions of light points began to grow, incomparably complex and brilliant. This nebula was not a preset program; its form and color changes were reflecting in real-time the warm, touching, and accepting parts of the collective emotions in the two venues at that moment.

The error was not eliminated; it became part of a grander, more beautiful picture. At this moment, the system condition that ”error tolerance must be accepted” was ”witnessed” and ”completed” by the audience on-site and over a million viewers globally at the climax of the art.

The chorus rang out. Taylor’s singing became grand and full of redemption, while Alex’s delayed harmony acted as a solid foundation, supporting her. The light and shadow of the two cities achieved a dynamic, vibrant balance within the ”imperfection.” In the Los Angeles venue, tears and cheers surged simultaneously. That collective emotional experience of being understood and sublimated formed an unprecedented storm of resonance.

In the New York backstage, Alex felt as if some new ”perception” was awakening within him. It was not a specific ability, but a more abstract... structural understanding of the ”collective emotional field” itself. He could vaguely ”see” the invisible network of emotional energy connecting the two venues, and even spreading globally, as well as those particularly bright ”nodes” on the network generated by ”errors” and ”acceptance.”

’half-step echo’ drew to a close during five minutes of emotional cleansing. In the final section, only Taylor’s whisper-like singing remained, along with the nebula on the dome gradually dissipating into a sky of gentle rain of light. The last note of the piano echoed for a long time.

The lights slowly came up.

Taylor stood in the light, panting slightly, with tear tracks on her face and the brightest smile. She looked at the projection of Alex beside her, and the projection was also looking at her with a smile.

No words.

The Staples Center in Los Angeles erupted with the most sustained, enthusiastic, and emotionally charged applause and cheers of the night. This sound was transmitted through the connection to New York, moving Madison Square Garden, which had just experienced the climax of its own session.

The first core new song, a legendary performance upon its debut.

And only Alex knew that in those earth-shattering four minutes and thirty seconds, something more fundamental and transcendent had been quietly triggered.

The Echo of the ”Eternal” had already sounded.

And the realm belonging to the ”Rules” had just cracked open a sliver of a gap for him.