After leaving the stage, the bands that won the PK returned to the lounge and gathered in groups of three or four to chat.
According to the program team's regulations, the band needs to wait in the break for staff to introduce the rules for the next round of competition.
The lounge was quite noisy, so Jiang Ji went out alone to get some fresh air. Actually, he wanted to go out and smoke a cigarette, but when he had already lit the cigarette, he suddenly remembered what Qin Qingzhuo said, "Jiang Ji, stop smoking."
So he just watched the cigarette burn out between his fingers without taking a puff. Even he himself couldn't explain why.
Back in the lounge, Peng Keshi was still sitting in the original position, while Zhong Yang took on the diplomatic work of Camiyun alone, interacting enthusiastically with other bands, and they were so close that they almost became sworn brothers on the spot.
The person sitting in his previous seat was a musician from some unknown band - apart from the band that had competed with Cha Mian Yun, Jiang Ji had no impression of other bands.
He walked over and sat opposite the two people.
His phone vibrated, and he took it out to see a message from Qin Qingzhuo: "Jiang Ji, don't leave in a hurry. I have something to talk to you about."
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He typed "hmm" on his phone and replied.
Originally, he planned to tell Zhong Yang that he was leaving first, but now, Jiang Ji leaned back in his chair and thought, forget it, let's wait a little longer, it should be over soon.
It was really noisy here. He put earphones in his ears, clicked on today's recommended playlist, and scanned the playlist by swiping up and down, but there was no song that interested him.
He flipped through the music software aimlessly, and when he saw the three words "Qin Qingzhuo", his fingers paused, and after a few seconds, he clicked on the song.
The soundproofing effect of the headphones was not good, and the voice of the musicians on the other side chatting with Peng Keshi could be heard through the gaps: "You wrote such a powerful melody for "Daytime Roar"? Good girl, your style is wild enough."
Peng Keshi was sending a message on her cell phone. When she heard this, she looked up, smiled politely but distantly at the musician, and said nothing.
"Oh, by the way, you should know me, Qu Lei from City Collapse," Qu Lei stretched out his hand to Peng Keshi, "Just like you, a bassist."
The hands were extended to him, but Peng Keshi did not shake them. She just said "Hello" and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Girl, can our band arrange a song with you in the future?" Qu Lei retracted his hand in the air, not feeling embarrassed at all. "We all like your style very much."
"Our band hasn't developed this business yet," Peng Keshi said, "I'm sorry."
"I'm not making an appointment with your band. I'm only making an appointment with you. Your band won't control you so strictly, right? You can't even take private work?"
"I'm not too interested, sorry." Peng Keshi smiled coldly, turned on the screen of her mobile phone and continued to reply to messages.
I thought I had made it clear that I didn't want to continue this conversation, but I didn't expect the other party to still persist.
"Who are you messaging, boyfriend?"
Peng Keshi actually wanted to get up and walk away, but it was impolite to do so, so she held back, just frowned and said nothing.
"Girl, you may not know much about our band. How about this? We are going to participate in a music festival tomorrow night, right over in Panshan. You can come over and we can perform together. It will definitely be very cool. We have never had a girl join our band before."