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Chapter 240 Debbie's Wonderful Idea

Night fell.

After finishing dinner, Debbie put on light makeup, wore a loose white sweatshirt, and tied her hair in a high ponytail, looking like a girl next door. In reality, it was the result of her carefully crafted look.

Debbie waved at the camera: "Hi everyone! I'm Debbie. Starting today, I'll be live-streaming once a week. Today I'm not dancing, I just want to chat with you guys."

Debbie sat on the sofa, her phone propped up on a stand, and began her first live stream.

She began to use the internet to attract more followers, following Richard's advice.

Debbie has a large following, and given her unique status, her first live stream was featured on the platform's homepage, attracting a massive influx of users and causing the comment section to be flooded with messages.

Debbie leaned closer to the screen and began reading a comment: "Debbie, where's Shadow? I haven't seen that black cat in ages!"

"Shadow," Debbie called out to the door. Shadow peeked out from the crack in the door, glanced at the camera, and then turned and left.

Debbie helplessly spread her hands at the camera: "You see, it doesn't give me any face."

The fans who flooded in on the first day were mostly Debbie's supporters.

The questions were numerous, mostly trivial, so there was no pressure, and the answers didn't require much thought. Debbie enjoyed this feeling of clearing her mind and speaking freely, especially with a group of people flattering her.

So cool!

Another comment: "Debbie, wasn't dancing in the Super Bowl tiring? How did you manage to do that three-week blind fall?"

Debbie immediately perked up: "It's incredibly tiring! You have no idea how long I practiced that move! Let me tell you, I fell over ten times on the first day, my knees were covered in bruises, and I almost gave up..."

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Debbie danced with joy, still reminiscing about the exhilarating feeling of landing safely after spinning three times in the air. It was then that she discovered her exceptional kinesthetic talent.

The comments section was full of "So cute", "Debbie is so real", and "Even a saint can fall down".

Some believers expressed their dissatisfaction, leaving comments such as, "Your Highness, you should talk more about your faith."

Debbie read the comment and casually replied, "Faith is faith, and life is life. Now is life time."

Netizens burst into laughter again.

They liked this down-to-earth saint.

Richard listened off-camera for a while, found the conversation incredibly boring, and then turned and left.

Debbie chatted for half an hour, and the nervousness and excitement of her first live stream gradually subsided. Just as she was getting a little tired, a connection request popped up on the screen.

The note read: "Saint-Debbie, I'm a rock singer. I wrote a song for you and want to sing it to you."

"OK! I like the song!" Debbie accepted without hesitation.

A young man appeared on the screen, holding a guitar. He had long hair and a dazed look in his eyes, as if he had just woken up.

Skinny and bony, with a self-rolled cigarette dangling from his mouth, probably a DAMA or some kind of booster, covered in tattoos, he's likely an underground musician.

The only unusual thing about him was the gold cross around his neck and the cross tattooed in the center of his forehead, which made him look like a peerless expert who cultivated the three arts of God, Music, and Poison.

"My name is Gallagher! It's a pleasure to connect with you, Saint-Debbie! Seeing you is like seeing the Lord walking on earth. I wrote a song called 'To the Saint'! I dedicate it to you, Your Highness!" Gallagher was very excited. Without much self-introduction, she strummed a string and began to sing.

The song is short, with a lively rhythm and cheerful melody. The chorus repeats "Saint-Debbie" and carries a strange sense of holiness, inexplicably stirring up Debbie's emotions.

"This is so catchy!" Debbie listened for a few minutes and started swaying to the rhythm, then stood up and started dancing.

Her movements were casual; she jumped around the room happily to the music, just like an ordinary girl at a party.

"That's so cool! This song is so cool!"

She couldn't explain why, she just thought the song was so cool, so cool that she wanted the whole world to hear it!

Richard, who was reading in the study, looked up in confusion. The piety in the flame of desire on Debbie's head had actually increased significantly!

It was comparable to the time when she wore the golden crown of thorns.

"What's going on?" Richard walked out of the room and saw Debbie jumping around wildly. On the phone, a long-haired man who was obviously high was playing the guitar frantically, shaking his head like a rattle drum. The shaking was so vigorous that it could probably shake his brains evenly.

"This piece of music..." Richard listened to the song in surprise, and even he felt a surge of emotion.

The comment section was completely out of control; messages were scrolling so fast that it was impossible to read them.

The live stream's popularity began to soar.

After the singer finished singing the last line, Debbie shouted into the camera, "Great! I love this song! I'm going to use it as background music for my live stream!"

Gallagher excitedly finished his cigarette, brimming with elation: "No problem! This song is God's gift to His Highness the most beloved saint!! It belongs to you! All the copyrights are yours!"

Then, he started playing wildly again.

The live stream got even more exciting.

Richard looked on in bewilderment at Debbie and Gallagher's frenzy, and the comments in the live stream also showed that many netizens were very excited; it was practically a chaotic mess.

"This..." Richard was momentarily confused. Was it because the poem "To the Saintess" was so well-written, or because the negative effects of corruption amplified the emotions of netizens?

No! It's not the corruption domain!

First of all, piety should not be a negative emotion.

Secondly, since the netizens are scattered throughout the United States, the corruption field can only influence a part of New York, and it doesn't have that strong an effect yet.

Richard stood by the door and listened carefully.

This song is truly outrageous, as if it makes his heart beat to the rhythm, and seems to strike some kind of weakness deep within the human soul.

Just then, the long-awaited system notification suddenly sounded: "Ding! You deeply feel a vibration in your soul. [Soul and Desire] Knowledge: Level 3, 2% → 5%!"

"Huh?" Richard was pleasantly surprised.

This was quite unexpected.

Can listening to music improve one's knowledge in the "Soul and Desire" branch?

Richard was puzzled.

There are always some songs in the world that can touch the hearts of many people.

The core of the song is the melody, which is far more important than the lyrics.

Many foreign language songs can also captivate non-native speakers, without requiring them to understand the lyrics.

In fact, the best songs don't even need lyrics; they can move people's hearts with just their melody.

For example, the Butterfly Lovers, or the top-notch soundtrack for Interstellar.

Many songs don't require life experience to be liked by people.

For example, a three- or four-year-old child might like a song, but he doesn't understand its meaning or any so-called life insights; he just likes it because it sounds nice.

What does this mean? It means that melodies can indeed strike at certain innate flaws and weaknesses in the human soul.

"Interesting..." Richard was in a very good mood.

Unexpectedly, Debbie's live stream allowed him to hear such a great song and even provided him with an opportunity for growth.

After singing twice, Gallagher slumped wearily in his chair, his body long since ruined by his nocturnal lifestyle and drug use.

Debbie was thrilled. Suddenly, she had a brilliant idea and said to the camera, "Wait, I've got a great idea! Before the next Mass at St. Patrick's Cathedral, I'll invite you to sing at the church! We'll all gather together, listen to Gallagher sing, and then we'll celebrate Mass together! What do you all think?"

The comments section erupted in cheers, with countless people commenting "Great!", "I have to go!", and "I'll take time off work to go!"

Gallagher excitedly made the sign of the cross: "Really? I can sing at St. Patrick's Cathedral? Oh my god! This is the greatest honor of my life! I will definitely be there!"

Although Gallagher smoked, did drugs, shot guns, and was involved in gangs, he remained a devout Catholic.

Debbie grew more and more excited as she thought about it; she thought the idea was absolutely perfect!

The church is so big, it would sound even better if Gallagher sang beautiful songs inside!

Without saying a word, Debbie immediately picked up another phone and dialed Sawyer's number.

The phone rang a few times, and Sawyer answered it.

Debbie skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point: "Your Excellency, I've met a singer who wrote a really beautiful song, it's fantastic! I'd like him to sing it for everyone in the cathedral before the next Mass, is that alright?"

Sawyer was reading the documents, unaware of the gravity of the situation.

He thought Debbie was referring to a song suitable for a choir.

It could be a poorly written hymn by her, or a hymn composed by a believer.

This is not unprecedented; occasionally, believers will send over written sacred music and request that it be performed during Mass.

Generally, as long as the melody and lyrics are appropriate, he will agree to let the choir handle the coordination, fulfilling the believers' small wish to fight for the glory of the Lord.

Sawyer had already started going through the process in her mind: first, listen to the audio to make sure there was no heretical content and that the melody was suitable for the church atmosphere, and then have the choir conductor contact her.

The quality of the music itself is irrelevant; what matters is the believer's intention.

After all, she is the Holy Maiden; surely she wouldn't go too far?

"What kind of song?" Sawyer, unaware that he was on a live stream, asked casually while looking at the documents, "If it's a song suitable for a choir, you can send me the audio, and I'll listen to it first. If it's suitable, I'll have the choir contact you."

Debbie exclaimed excitedly, "No need for that! I'll play it for you right now! Our whole live stream loves it!"

The entire live stream? What does that mean? Before Sawyer could react, Debbie opened the singer's recording and leaned close to the microphone.

A cheerful guitar intro came from the phone's speaker, followed by the singer's youthful voice and a lively rhythm.

Debbie started singing along as she listened, smiling at the camera as she sang.

All netizens are waiting for Sawyer's reply.

Sawyer was completely numb!

Guitar!

He heard a guitar!

The sound of an electric guitar strumming.

Isn't this rock and roll?!

It is frivolous and superficial, lacking the solemn silence found in church music.

Princess Debbie, you must have played the wrong music.

Your Highness, are you kidding me?!

You call this a hymn?

Sawyer's lips twitched.

I knew it!

Whenever Debbie contacts me, it's never anything good!

Debbie sang a couple of lines, a little off-key, but she didn't care. She shouted into the phone, "Archbishop? Did you hear that? Wasn't it beautiful? Absolutely fantastic!"

Sawyer's forehead began to sweat. He had just reconciled with Debbie, and now he was rejecting her?

However, this song really shouldn't be sung in a church!

He said with difficulty, "Your Highness, this isn't a choir song. This is rock music, and I can't allow pop music to be played at Mass in St. Patrick's Cathedral..."

Debbie paused, then said incredulously, "But this song is so beautiful! And it's about me! Don't you think it would be really cool to sing it in church?"

Cool? Sawyer's brain was boiling.

Listen to what Debbie just said.

Is it cool to sing rock in a church?

What does she think St. Patrick's Cathedral is?

A concert?

Sawyer couldn't help but think of the church's history, nearly two hundred years, countless solemn masses, the consecrations of numerous bishops and cardinals, and the visits of successive popes.

This is the heart of the Archdiocese of New York and one of the world's most popular pilgrimage destinations for Catholics!

Now, a 17-year-old cheerleader (oh, and our saint, how terrible!) is going to get a rock singer to sing rock music at Mass!

Sawyer couldn't believe it.

He couldn't understand how Debbie's brain circuits were formed, and that she actually thought it was something to discuss.

Sawyer's anger rose from the depths of his chest, but he dared not speak loudly to Debbie, and could only cautiously say, "Your Highness, a church is not a concert hall, and Mass is not a performance. I cannot agree to this. The music before Mass must match the theme of the liturgical year, and must be a form of sacred music approved by the Church; not just any beautiful song can be included. This matter is no longer up for discussion."

Sawyer hung up the phone hastily, not wanting to talk to Debbie anymore.

Debbie stared at her phone in disbelief, her face grim.

She just made the call in front of tens of thousands of people, and everyone heard Sawyer's refusal!

She felt incredibly embarrassed, like a little girl having a party when her parents turned off the living room lights without her noticing!

I felt just like that wronged little girl!

Why does this always happen?!

Nothing will do!

Nothing I do will work!

Asking them to help Richard is not an option.

They were asked to help Catherine, for various reasons.

Even having your friends perform in church is not allowed!

Debbie's emotions quickly shifted from embarrassment to anger, so quickly that she didn't even notice it herself.

"I've had enough!" Debbie suddenly shouted. "I don't want to have to put up with these old men's attitudes anymore!"

Richard was taken aback for a moment.

Debbie, what are you trying to do?

Debbie picked up her phone, brought it close to the camera, and said in the most formal tone, "Sawyer disagrees, okay, he disagrees! Then I'll build a church myself!"

"I want to build my own church!" Debbie repeated again, "Not one of those places that makes you want to fall asleep as soon as you walk in, no pews! No kneeling cushions! No warm yellow lighting!"

"I need one big enough to hold 2000 people!"

"The floor needs to be flat, the kind you can dance on."

"The lighting needs to be adjustable; it can be cool white, warm orange, or layered. There needs to be a stage, not an altar, but a real dance."

"Taiwanese! It can play bands, choirs singing hymns, and pop music!"

"We need screens on both sides, high-definition ones, that can switch to the audience area, to display lyrics, to display anything!"

"Everyone is welcome, whether you're Catholic or not! Those who want to listen to music can listen, those who want to dance can dance, those who want to pray can pray! In that church, no one will tell you 'you can't do this, you can't do that'!"

"Worship shouldn't be something that makes people sit and doze off!"

"It needs to be cheerful music, not just organ music, but music that you can sing along to, regardless of whether you're off-key or not! Guitar would be a great choice!"

"There needs to be dance, not the kind of slow bowing we teach, but a dance that everyone can follow and dance until they get a good, satisfying sweat!"

She sat up cross-legged, her voice growing faster and faster.

"I want to divide the church into several areas. The main hall will be the largest, able to hold several thousand people. Next to it will be a children's area with slides, building blocks, and a whiteboard, so children can come in and play together!"

"Everyone can sit down and listen to Mass for a while, or stand up, walk around, and then come back to continue listening. No one will tell you, 'You should sit up straight and not look around!'"

Debbie spoke freely, unaware that the changes she spoke of would be a catastrophe within the framework of Catholicism.

All Debbie knew was that she wanted a church like that.

Some netizens might understand, but they just love watching the drama unfold.

Respondents flocked to the event.

"cool!"

"That's so cool!"

"This is how churches should be done!"

In the comments section, someone wrote, "Debbie, start building, and we'll donate money to you!"