Seeing the familiar orchestra mbers, Qin Xin felt a lot better.
She raised her hand to greet everyone: "We haven’t trained together much recently, so if there are any slip-ups later, please bear with ."
The mbers all laughed: "Captain, you’re joking. You have millions of fans; every performance of yours is textbook perfection. With you conducting, we’ll definitely sync well with you."
Qin Xin took off her hat and said softly: "This isn’t my performance; it’s everyone’s. The essence of the orchestra is for everyone to give their best, blend into the lody, hide themselves within the music, and ultimately let the audience experience a seamless musical feast. If I stand out too much, I need to reflect on that — it’s a mistake on my part."
Everyone quieted down, gathered around Qin Xin, and listened to her guidance.
"Captain, you’re right. Last ti, I was too eager to showcase myself, and ended up playing a beat too fast."
"Captain, I need to reflect too. Sotis when you’re conducting, I get distracted just looking at your face..."
"Captain, too. I think our orchestra is too in sync sotis. There are monts on stage when I’m so moved by the flawless coordination between my rhythm and your conducting that I almost beco part of the audience and forget about my next cue..."
Qin Xin: "..."
Finding so many issues before the performance — are they really trying to stress her out as their captain?
Hu Lingling laughed and handed over half a fox mask to Qin Xin: "Dear Captain, dear Mr. Yun, it’s better if you conduct with the mask on. Otherwise, not just the audience, even our female mbers can’t focus on playing."
Qin Xin: "..."
They made it sound like she’s so kind of temptress, is it really that serious?
She accepted the half-mask and put it on.
Her lips and chin were exposed, but her brows and eyes were covered.
Yet even like this, the tight-lipped line of her mouth caused one of the clarinet players to montarily lose focus: "Captain, please don’t speak, otherwise I can’t help but lick my lips while playing..."
Qin Xin: "..."
She sowhat understood now the helplessness Master Tuantuan experienced when she teased him — both amused and annoyed.
She even considered inviting Master Tuantuan for their next performance; surely the female mbers would only have eyes for Master Tuantuan and not her.
No, that wouldn’t work either — the entire orchestra might not play a single note then.
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There are five minutes until the concert begins.
Mrs. Nalan had already settled into the best seat in the audience.
Surrounding her were the heavyweight mbers of her fan club.
Concerts are different from pop concerts; it’s high-end art. You can’t wave small flags, glow sticks, or anything, go wild cheering for your idol, nor hang banners prominently indoors.
But this didn’t stump Mrs. Nalan.
She was well-prepared.
Once seated, she handed out vests to everyone.
In fluorescent colors.
With exquisitely embroidered letters, a large character on each person’s chest.
Together, they ford a natural human banner—
"Mr. Yun, we are your little clouds! We will love you forever and ever!"
When Qin Xin, dressed in a suit, with a half fox mask on, made her appearance, the first thing she saw was this grand welco from Mrs. Nalan.
Ahem ahem ahem!
It’s hard to imagine how soone as passionate as Mrs. Nalan could have raised soone as serene as Mr. Nalan!
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