On the stage, Shen Qia and her band finished their performance and exited from the other side.
The host went on stage to interact with the audience: "Teacher Shen Cai's performance just now can be said to have turned everyone upside down. I can even hear the heartbeats of the audience. Do you think it is beautiful?"
The audience cheered loudly, and the host said, "Next, let's invite the last group of mentors and bands to collaborate. Can everyone shout out their names together?"
"Qin Qingzhuo" and "Cao Mian Yun" were shouted out by the audience, mixed together and unable to be clearly distinguished, and the heated atmosphere quickly spread throughout the studio.
Qin Qingzhuo took a deep breath calmly and looked at the three people in the band: "Let's go."
"Teacher, please go in front." Jiang Ji turned sideways to make room for him.
There was no need to give in in such an occasion, so Qin Qingzhuo walked in front of Jiang Ji and took the three members of the band on stage.
As soon as they appeared, the cheers from the audience were instantly ignited and exploded, becoming even louder.
Seeing several people standing on the stage, the host continued to interact with the audience.
"Do you remember the last time you saw Qin Qingzhuo on stage?"
"Four years ago!" the audience answered loudly.
"Do you remember what song Qin Qingzhuo sang on stage the last time?"
"'Caught in My Dreams'!"
"Are you looking forward to this long-awaited performance?"
"expect!"
"Next, please prepare your ears and listen to the song "Falling into My Dream Remix" performed by the Rough Cloud Band and sung by mentor Qin Qingzhuo!"
The audience suddenly burst into applause like thunder.
Qin Qingzhuo was completely stunned.
Although he felt uncomfortable with the host's interaction with the audience, he just thought that the host was warming up the audience.
But what is going on now? I had clearly agreed with Shi Yao to inform the host in advance that I would only be responsible for the guitar part, so why did the host say that I was still singing
Several beams of light from the ceiling instantly gathered on Qin Qingzhuo, and time seemed to suddenly stop. Standing on the stage, Qin Qingzhuo could see all the faces below the stage looking at him. There were hundreds of people, and each of them had a different expression on his face.
Some are truly looking forward to it, some are pretending to agree, some are excited, and some are just waiting to watch the fun with an indifferent look on their faces.
It was as if he was suddenly back on the concert stage four years ago. Every response from the audience was deafening, but in his ears, it sounded muffled and faint as if there was a thick wall between them.
In contrast, the voice inside the body began to sound noisily.
First there was tinnitus in my left ear, and then a continuous crackling sound like electric current began to come out of my right ear.
Every breath was like a hurricane pouring into my ears.
The heart also made a huge beating sound, again and again, like a hammer hitting the blocked eardrum.
A voice suddenly emerged in my mind - "Qing Zhuo, I also want to tell you that this condition can be completely cured, but the fact is that it is difficult to cure it, very difficult, so we can only work hard to reduce the frequency of its recurrence..."
It has been four years, and every time I want to sing again, it always comes as promised.
More punctual than anything else.