The micro-vibration of the lifting platform signaled that it had leveled with the stage.
The cheers of the audience formed waves of sound crashing over them; the distant seating area was cast in darkness, but the stage lights were an ocean, a sensation that could lift anyone on the stage into the high heavens or leave them feeling like a blade of grass caught in a tempest.
Xiao Xueer and An You felt no timidity, only a rising surge of excitement, their disengaged hands even clenching slightly. Familiar music served as the guardrail escorting them safely, preventing them from being blown away—on the contrary, it allowed them to ride the winds and waves straight up into the skies.
An unprecedented sense of fulfillment flooded their hearts, and even though these fans all belonged to someone else, even though these fans cheered and boiled over for someone else, they still felt profoundly fulfilled.
Suddenly, they caught sight of two giant projection screens appearing on the walls of the huge performing arts center on either side, displaying their respective photographs along with their names.
"Wow!"
An You widened her eyes.
Just moments before, she had felt intensely envious seeing other people with fans holding up light boards bearing their idols' names, wondering when the two of them would ever receive such treatment, yet she never expected that in the blink of an eye, their own names and images would be projected up there—and this method was infinitely more high-end than any LED light board!
Lowering her gaze slightly, she could see An Yang sitting between Ji Weiwei and Xiao Qian, looking toward them with a smile in the dim light filtering from the stage.
Then, the accompaniment reached its cue point.
An Yang gave a start, almost missing the beat, but fortunately,