"Songwriting? Composing?" Ling Momo's initial joy suddenly froze. It wasn't that she couldn't do it, but could she really do her best? And it was her first album; what if she screwed it up?
"Is there a problem?" Li Qingshen looked at Ling Momo as he asked, "Every singer should try writing their own music and lyrics. That's the only way for others to see your talent. If you only sing songs and use lyrics made by others, then you're just a vase, a singer without a lasting impact."
Ling Momo had no words to fight back against Li Qingshen's statement. Despite the immense pressure, she had no choice but to obediently follow through. She silently psyched herself up and said, "Teacher, I understand."
Li Qingshen nodded and said nothing.
Ling Momo hugged the sheet music he had given her, slightly bowed, turned, and walked toward the piano that stood to one side.
