Cheng Huanhuan wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and composed herself.
That was what being an artist was like. Sometimes, even when something heartbreaking happened, you still had to bring laughter to others onstage. Moments like that really hurt.
Lin Chudong returned to the dressing room and said, "Let's switch songs. We'll sing the second one."
"Okay, Brother Fei."
They had prepared several songs and rehearsed them all, so they could perform any of them.
Just then, Wang Xiaoyan walked over with Manager Lu on her arm. A bespectacled middle-aged man followed behind them. He was probably Director Zhu Ying.
"Well, look at you, Da Fei. You've finally made it to the shared dressing room," Wang Xiaoyan said with a chuckle.
Jia Lu's expression darkened as soon as she saw Wang Xiaoyan.
Wang Xiaoyan had really made it big. She even had her own dressing room on this show, putting her above them in status.
Manager Lu said to Lin Chudong, "I've listened to a little of your music. I don't like it. It's too loud and obnoxious."
"You'll be eliminated in the first round. You wouldn't have lasted long anyway."
The Liang Yin Band members all looked upset. With Sun Xuan gone, Manager Lu really wasn't holding back.
Zhu Ying pushed up his glasses and hurriedly chimed in.
"Exactly. Manager Lu is right. Da Fei and the others aren't suited to this stage. It's better if they're eliminated in the first round."
"Da Fei, cut your song down a little. Just go through the motions with the instruments. Don't take it too seriously, or we'll have to record it again. You've been around the block, so you know what to do, right?"
"Got it," Lin Chudong said calmly.
Zhu Ying's meaning was clear: they shouldn't make the