It seemed Sister Jin really did think highly of her. She had actually assigned her a makeup artist and a costume designer.
When they saw her, the makeup artist hurried over and helped her sit down in front of the makeup mirror.
"Miss, what kind of makeup would you like tonight? The same as last night?"
Su Qiao thought about tonight's songs and shook her head. "No, let's change it to something a little less exaggerated."
The costume designer also came over and asked carefully, "Are you wearing the same kind of outfit as last night?"
"I want a floor-length white dress. Not too many sequins, and the hem should flare out. Something that looks dreamy and romantic."
Last night, Su Qiao had sung one modern song and two English songs—one upbeat rock song and one heartfelt song, though its rhythm was still fairly lively. Tonight, she planned to start with a romantic French song, then sing something more explosive or a passionate modern song.
Under Su Qiao's guidance, the makeup artist and costume designer busied themselves.
At the same time, elegant music and the sweet voice of the Queen of Song and Dance, Tang Meina, drifted in from the front hall.
"With a voice like that, she still dares to challenge you? I really don't know where she gets her confidence."
Tang Meina's voice was somewhat shrill and high-pitched. It was well suited to opera, but when she sang modern songs, it sounded jarring and rather out of place. In short, it was a little awkward.
444 was somewhat disdainful.
Su Qiao's eyelids moved slightly. "That's not necessarily true. Dance halls in this era generally favor this kind of melodious, graceful music."
"Her vocal tone is decent too. It's just not very distinctive, and it doesn't quite match the