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Link wasn't interested in musicals. However, it was nighttime, and he couldn't leave Ivanka and Tiffany, these two beautiful ladies, alone on the street.

Upon entering the theater, the classic musical "The Phantom of the Opera" was being performed on stage.

The story is set in the early 20th century in a Paris opera house, where a 'phantom' living in the underground labyrinth of the theater falls in love with a female performer, Christine. He secretly teaches her to sing in her dreams, helping her secure the lead role, hoping to win her heart.

However, Christine loves the theater's patron, Viscount Raoul, which enrages the 'phantom,' leading to a series of murders, chases, and jealousy.

Leslie Cheung's version of "The Phantom Lover" is based on this musical.

Link was exhausted from training during the day, and the theater seats were quite comfortable. He barely watched the opening auction scene before falling asleep in his chair. He didn't know how long he had slept when he woke up to hear Ivanka talking to someone.

"Enough! Stop talking!" Ivanka said.

"Ivanka, we're not making things up. Look at this guy; he can fall asleep and snore during such an exciting musical. Someone like him doesn't understand art and isn't on our level, even if he becomes a billionaire, right, Ryan?" Person A said.

"I have no comment, but snoring here is indeed a bit... unusual!" Person B said, sounding like Ryan Kunis.

"Link's snoring is very quiet; it won't bother others," Tiffany said.

"Haha, Tiffany, regardless of the volume, isn't it strange to snore in such a setting?" Person C said.

"What's strange about it? I heard you often slept in class and were called a sleepyhead," Tiffany retorted.

"Ahem, beautiful Tiffany, let's not talk about the past. Let's continue watching the show," Person C interrupted Tiffany.

Tiffany smiled smugly.

"Ivanka, can you imagine taking him to other elegant places in the future, and he falls asleep like this? Aren't you worried about becoming a laughingstock? I heard this guy is quite a playboy. Haha, in terms of knowledge, conversation, and insight, he's far behind Ryan. I don't understand why you like him. Is it because of his fishy smell?" Person A said.

Hahaha~

There were a few mocking laughs around.

"Peter, don't say that. Link is still a good male singer," Kunis said.

"Ryan, haven't you seen the news? He became famous through hype. Without it, he's at most a third-rate singer, far from being a truly talented artist," Person D said.

"Indeed! I heard that the faster a star rises in the entertainment industry, the faster they fall. Link became a popular singer in just two years. I don't think he can stay popular."

"Today's singers aren't real musicians; they're just big internet celebrities. They're far behind John Lennon, MJ, Bob Dylan."

"Exactly."

People around were discussing.

"That's enough!"

Ivanka spoke up, "Do you know what you're doing? You're mocking a world champion, a musician who has written dozens of hit songs, a billionaire at just twenty-one, an excellent entrepreneur, and a philanthropist who has donated over ten million dollars for two consecutive years. Does mocking such a peer really bring you joy?"

"Ha~ uh!"

Tiffany laughed twice, quickly covering her mouth and lowering her voice, "Ivanka, isn't that a bit harsh? Look at their faces; they're all dark. After all, we're all friends."

"Yes, Ivanka, Peter and David said that out of concern for you," Kunis said.

"Peter, David, Luther, I know you're not bad people and understand why you might be hostile to Link. But as friends, I want to advise you. You're in your twenties, still living off family trust fund dividends. Haven't you thought about doing something?

Look at Ryan; he has a Ph.D., runs a newspaper, and is the vice president of Atlantic Records and Kunis Real Estate. You're not inferior to him, so why not learn from him and get a Ph.D.?"

Ivanka said softly.

"Ahem, beautiful Ivanka, please stop. Let's continue watching the show," Person C said.

"Ivanka, do you think you can marry Link by defending him like this? Don't forget, he's a playboy. As friends, we don't want to see you with someone like him. You're so outstanding; he doesn't deserve you," Person A said.

"Peter, thank you for the reminder. But even if he's a playboy, I like him. In my eyes, there's no better man in the world," Ivanka said calmly but firmly.

Hiss!

There were a few gasps, teeth grinding, and chair-kicking sounds around.

After the noise subsided, the surroundings fell silent, leaving only the phantom's lonely singing "Learn To Be Lonely" on stage, the voice ethereal and lonely, gentle yet mysterious.

'Learn to be lonely, Learn to find your way in darkness, Who will be there for you, Comfort and care for you'

Link opened his eyes, looked around, and saw Ivanka in a red dress with blonde hair, elegantly watching the musical on stage. On his left was Tiffany playing with her phone.

They were in a VIP box on the second floor of the Broadway Theater. There weren't many people here, only about twenty sofas, with tables, fruits, drinks, and restrooms.

When they first arrived, there were only seven or eight people in the VIP box, but now there were more than ten.

Next to Ivanka sat a pale, thin young man in his thirties, with a long face, wearing a suit, and neatly combed hair, who was Kunis. There were a few other young men and women of the same age sitting nearby and behind.

Without hearing their voices, he couldn't tell who was A, B, C, D, E, F, G.

"Link, you're awake. Do you know you've been sleeping for almost an hour?"

Tiffany shook his arm when she saw him wake up.

"That long?"

Link looked at his watch; it was almost nine o'clock, his usual bedtime.

"Yes, I shook you, patted you, and hit you, but you didn't wake up. You slept deeper than a plant," Tiffany said exaggeratedly, waving her fist.

Link glanced at her sideways. You really know how to make comparisons.

"Link, do you still want to sleep? If you want to sleep, we can go back now," Ivanka said.

Link shook his head. After a short nap, he wasn't that sleepy anymore. He noticed Kunis and a few other young men looking over, their eyes filled with obvious hostility and jealousy, like the layered faces in a Picasso painting.

Thinking of the mockery from a few moments ago, he smirked and leaned closer to Ivanka, saying, "I just had a strange experience. After falling asleep, it seemed like a woman was singing in my dream, her voice intermittent and very, very beautiful."

Pfft!

"Haha, is this guy still groggy from sleep? He can even make up such a lie."

"Hey, Mr. Link Baker, was the woman in your dream beautiful? Was she dressed?"

"Hahaha!"

Persons A, C, D, E, F laughed.

"Quiet!"

Ivanka glanced impatiently at them and asked Link, "Are you serious?"

"I don't believe it either. There's no ghost in the Broadway Theater," Tiffany said.

"Really, I still remember some of the lyrics and melody of that song. I just recalled it and realized I hadn't heard it before."

"Impossible, don't talk nonsense. This is New York; there are absolutely no ghosts," Tiffany said, hugging her shoulders and leaning closer to Link.

"Ridiculous!"

Person A's voice came from behind, "It's okay to fall asleep watching a musical, but making up such an absurd excuse to cover up the embarrassment is ridiculous."

"Yes, I don't believe it either," Person D said.

"Do you still remember that song?" Ivanka asked.

Link nodded, recalled for a moment, and softly sang the chorus part of the song.

I stay up all night

I tell myself I'm alright

Baby, you're just harder to see than most

I put the record on

Wait 'til I hear our song

Every night I'm dancing with your ghost

Every night I'm dancing with your ghost

Hiss~~

Hearing Link sing the line 'Every night I'm dancing with your ghost,' everyone around shivered. Tiffany gasped, grabbed Link's arm, and put it on her shoulder, nervously looking around.

"The Phantom of the Opera" is about a ghost hiding in the theater's basement, who falls in love with the female lead Christine and often teaches her to sing in her dreams.

Link was watching "The Phantom of the Opera" here, suddenly fell asleep in the middle, couldn't be woken up, and after waking up, said a woman was singing in his ear. This song was very beautiful and sad. Could it be that a female ghost also fell in love with Link and taught him to sing in this way?

Thinking of this, Tiffany became even more nervous.

"Could there really be a female ghost in the theater? She saw Link was handsome and fell in love with him?"

"Don't joke about it."

A voice from behind them said, "Falling asleep during a musical is fine, but making up such an absurd excuse to cover your embarrassment is just ridiculous."

"Yeah, I don't believe it either," said another person.

"Do you remember that song?" Ivanka asked.

Link nodded, thought for a moment, and then softly sang the chorus of the song.

"I stay up all night 

Tell myself I'm alright 

Baby, you're just harder to see than most 

I put the record on 

Wait 'til I hear our song 

Every night I'm dancing with your ghost 

Every night I'm dancing with your ghost"

"Hiss~~"

When Link sang the line, "Every night I'm dancing with your ghost," the people around him shivered in unison. Tiffany let out a small cry of fear, grabbed Link's arm and draped it over her shoulder, nervously glancing around.

The plot of *The Phantom of the Opera* is about a ghost living in the theater's basement, who, having fallen in love with the female lead Christine, frequently teaches her to sing in her dreams.

Earlier, Link had been sitting here watching *The Phantom of the Opera* but suddenly fell asleep and couldn't be woken up. When he did wake, he said there was a woman singing in his ear, and the song was very beautiful and sorrowful. Could it be that a female ghost had also fallen in love with Link and was teaching him to sing in this way?

Thinking of this, Tiffany became even more nervous.

"Could there really be a female ghost in the theater? Did she fall in love with Link after seeing how handsome he is?"

"Stop joking around."

Even though Little Kunas and the others were religious and believed in God, they didn't believe there could be a ghost here. However, when they heard Link's song, both the lyrics and the tune sounded like something a woman would sing, and the melody was so beautiful. There was no way Link could have made up such a good song on the spot. Could a 'female ghost' have really fallen for Link and taught him the song in a dream?

"I get it, this is the new song your company prepared for Lana, right?" someone said.

Ivanka looked at Link, took his hand, and said, "Don't listen to them. The song is great. Let's go back and record it."

"Alright!"

Link shrugged. He had originally wanted to continue proving his point, but Ivanka didn't seem interested.

"Wait for me, Ivanka. Are you worried that the female ghost will take Link away? You're right; I do feel a bit cold here," Tiffany said as she jumped up, grabbed her small bag, and chased after the two of them.

Little Kunas and the others exchanged glances.

At that moment, the stage was showing the scene where the male lead, Raoul, was chasing the ghost with others, trying to rescue the female lead. The entire theater, from the stage to the audience, echoed with the ghost's eerie and sinister voice.

When the ghost's creepy voice said, "Heh heh, I'm here!" "Heh heh, I'm here!"—boom! The large chandelier on the roof suddenly fell onto the stage, and the theater was plunged into darkness.

This was the ghost's scare tactic.

But the prop designer had done too good a job, and the chandelier fell too quickly, and the theater lights went out too fast.

The audience, too engrossed in the show and unprepared, screamed in fright.

Little Kunas and the others were also startled, and when they remembered Link talking about hearing a ghost singing in his dream, something about 'dancing with a ghost every night,' they started feeling a bit chilly in the box.

(End of the chapter)