Once everyone in the screening hall had taken their seats, the lights gradually dimmed.
The title appeared on the pitch-black screen—Whiplash!
After the simple opening credits, a dense jazz drumbeat rang out.
Soft, cool-toned light tore through the darkness of the hall. Accompanied by the drumming, the names of the cast and crew flashed across the screen one after another.
When Hu Manyin saw her own name appear on the big screen, she felt a strange sensation well up inside her for no apparent reason.
She had taken part in this production too!
She instinctively felt honored.
On-screen, at the end of a long, narrow corridor, a young man sat behind a drum kit, playing.
The camera slowly moved closer with the beat until Bai Youlou's face appeared on the big screen.
He wore a white T-shirt and jeans, but the T-shirt was already soaked through with sweat. The exuberant hormonal energy of youth came rushing straight at them.
"Sorry."
The camera shifted, and Long Ziqiang made his entrance.
He wore a standard suit and tie. At first glance, his face seemed almost expressionless, but his eyes were brimming with aggression.
The moment he appeared, he formed a stark contrast with Bai Youlou.
The story began.
The male lead was a music student pursuing his dream.
He was somewhat obsessive by nature. On top of that, young people always liked to lose themselves in their own worlds, so he was constantly carrying something on his mind.
"You have other options. Once you reach my age, you'll be able to see things more clearly."
"I don't want to see things clearly!"
When he was chosen as a freshman by the finest band in the school, he seemed to have found the most beautiful moment of his life!
Joy, confidence, and the