Sister Jin heaved a sigh of relief and said confidently, "Don't worry about this. Our Third Master spent a lot of money to hire this band. They can play any music."
"Besides, those foreign guys want to listen to songs, not music. So why not just make any music?"
Su Qiao: “…” The style is wrong, the nodes are not hit accurately, these will affect the experience and performance of the song, okay
"We have wasted quite a bit of time. We need to continue to put on this show."
Sister Jin left her and went straight to the stage with a smile on her face. She said to the foreigners who were sitting on the side of the stage and drinking from bottles:
"Gentlemen, in fact, our Xianyue Mansion is so big that we have a lady who can sing foreign songs, and she sings very well, but she has a problem with her eyes..."
When several foreigners heard this, they immediately jumped down from the stage. One of them said in strange Mandarin: "What does having eye problems have to do with singing? She's not singing with her eyes."
"That's right, we are here to listen to music, not to look at people's eyes."
Sitting near the stage, in the elegant seats at the front, a few young gentlemen became interested when they heard someone could sing a foreign song, and started to make a noise.
"Sister Jin, just let her out. We've been here so many times, but we didn't know that Sister Jin could sing foreign songs. Let's see her out!"
"Yes, yes, we are all frequent visitors here, but we have never heard anyone sing foreign songs. Let us open our eyes."
Sister Jin saw that the foreigners had returned to their original seats and the others were looking forward to it, nodding their heads:
"Okay, okay, I'll ask her to come out right away. This is her first time singing on stage, and she has some eye problems. If there's anything wrong, please forgive me..."
One of the young men surrounded by several young masters, leaning against the back of the sofa like a lord, interrupted her impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up! It's getting late, if you don't come out, I'll leave."
"Okay, okay, right away, right away, Mr. Chu, don't be in a hurry to leave."
After Sister Jin finished speaking, she hurried backstage and helped Su Qiao, who was standing by the curtain, up the ladder beside the stage.
"Don't be nervous. Just pretend there's no one here and sing your own song as usual."
After instructing Su Qiao, she turned around and instructed Wu Ma who was following beside her: "Send her up, and then wait by the stage. If anything happens, go up and help her."
"Yes." Aunt Wu was also a little nervous, but she calmed herself down, took Su Qiao's hand, and pulled her onto the stage.
Host, this is a dance hall, let's play some rock music! Just let them make a fast-paced music.
"We really should play a faster song."
Su Qiao glanced down as if no one was around, then signaled to Wu Ma to take her to the band at the back.
After communicating with several band members, she took the guitar from one of the guitarists, tried the notes twice, and then sat on the chair that Sister Jin had prepared. In front of her was a microphone that had already been adjusted to the height.
The clear but slightly lifeless black eyes ‘looked’ downwards, without any expression, and said calmly: “A song ‘Don’t cry’ for you all.”
After he finished speaking, he started playing the prelude on the guitar, regardless of the gazes and whispers from all directions.
The band behind her followed her instructions and began to follow the melody of her guitar.