Qin Qingzhuo just went to the lounge to drink some water, and when he came back, the atmosphere in the studio had changed drastically.
The lead singer holding the guitar and the executive director were facing each other face to face. The tense atmosphere between the two could be felt even from a few meters away.
At the back of the stage, the drummer stood up and walked over to support the lead singer. The bassist also took down the instrument in front of him, walked forward and pulled the lead singer, as if to pull him off the stage.
Something went wrong with the speakers at this time, and they suddenly made a sharp and high-pitched buzzing sound, which caused Qin Qingzhuo's eardrums to hurt.
Qin Qingzhuo instinctively stopped and raised a hand to cover his stinging left ear, but the noise was of no help.
Not far ahead, a staff member saw Qin Qingzhuo and ran over as if he had found a savior: "Teacher Qin, you are finally here. There is a fight on the stage. Go and have a look..." Only when he got closer could he see Qin Qingzhuo's movements and frowning brows clearly, "Teacher Qin, are you okay... Teacher Qin?"
Qin Qingzhuo rubbed his left ear with his fingers, put down his hand and looked at the staff: "It's okay... What did you just say, what's going on?"
"The band City Collapse asked to remove the glass cover of the drummer, saying that the drum sound from the in-ear monitor could not feel the emotions at all. The executive director disagreed, and neither side would compromise. Now the band is threatening not to go on stage unless the glass cover is removed..."
Qin Qingzhuo nodded, understanding the reason for the dispute. The glass covers covering the drummers were called drum shields, which were set up to prevent excessive crosstalk during live sound pickup. Now that the musicians wanted to remove the drum shields, it would undoubtedly cause great trouble for the later mixing. No wonder the executive director said he would not agree to anything.
Qin Qingzhuo glanced at the executive director standing opposite the musicians. The girl's name was Chen Jia. She looked less than 1.6 meters tall and was no more than 25 or 26 years old. It was really courageous for her to single-handedly confront several musicians with an average height of 1.8 meters.
Walking up the stairs leading to the stage, Qin Qingzhuo could feel from her back that the girl was on the verge of collapse. Her tense back was like a guitar string that was over-stretched and could break at any time.
Watching more than 30 bands rehearsing for several hours, Qin Qingzhuo witnessed the bad things this girl had experienced: first, a band insisted on changing the song at the last minute, causing all the stage effects prepared in advance by the program team to be scrapped. Then, the lead singer of a band was arrested for fighting because of drunkenness the night before, resulting in a temporary absence from the program recording. Even more ridiculous was that during the rehearsal, two bands did not get along well, and inexplicably fought on stage because of an old incident...
Anyone who encountered this series of bad things would collapse. Even Qin Qingzhuo regretted taking the job of music director. This girl can still confront the band with undiminished momentum. Qin Qingzhuo feels that she can achieve great things.
Qin Qingzhuo was thinking about how to best resolve the issue of the drum shield. He was a few steps away from approaching the people who were confronting each other when he spoke: "What's going on?"
Several people glanced over briefly, but soon returned to their positions and continued the confrontation. Chen Jia's face was stern, and his tone was also a posture of not giving in: "If you can't withdraw, you can't withdraw. Don't threaten to withdraw from the competition with me. This is the studio of the program team, not your band's concert."