"Manager Guan, I'm not afraid. So long as I can take the stage and sing opera, what does it matter if I can't reincarnate?"
Zhou Sheng knew that opportunities sometimes had to be fought for oneself; he could not rely solely on Master. So he took the initiative and said, "Besides, from what you're saying, one only suffers onstage if something goes wrong. I don't think they'll get the chance."
His gaze was steady, his voice resolute, and confidence shone from his brows and eyes.
That confidence came from relentless day-after-day training, from fundamentals built solid as bedrock.
Manager Guan's eyes beneath his painted white face lit up at once, revealing his appreciation. Yet he still hesitated, unable to make up his mind.
At that moment, Yao Tai Feng spoke.
"Master, I just exchanged a few moves with Boss Zhou. His foundation is solid and his skills are excellent. How about letting him take the stage tonight to sing a curtain-raiser? You can judge him personally."
At her words, Zhou Sheng revealed a grateful smile.
A curtain-raiser was an interlude performed after one opera ended and before the next began. The actor was generally allowed to improvise on the spot, so the audience below would not grow too impatient.
Generally speaking, curtain-raisers were sung by newcomers in an opera troupe, the sort without any reputation, because such pieces were difficult to perform.
The audience below anticipated the main performance. Once they had waited too long, they would often grow irritated and become all the more eager to find fault.
Zhou Sheng was not afraid of criticism. If he did not take the stage here to practice, then in two months he would have to enter the Underworld and perform Ghost Opera of the Ghost Festival.
He only feared having no