After He Zhichen left,
the room was now clearly filled with the sound of deep breathing.
Everyone present was a veteran artist.
Yet they could still get stage fright before a public performance like this?
Lin Tian thought about it and figured that made sense.
This wasn't a competition, but in every sense, it was an extremely important performance.
It was not only a collaboration between classical music and pop music, but also a stage where they hoped to have a close conversation with the fans.
They were about to have that conversation.
How could they not be nervous?
And given the online discourse of the past few days,
this collaboration was practically a gamble with the musicians' reputations on the line.
What they would face next were fans filled with confusion and anger, and their performance was, in truth, a conversation with those fans.
If they failed to calm this storm, the backlash would be inevitable.
At that moment,
Lin Tian noticed Mao Wei'ang lowering his head in thought, seemingly murmuring something under his breath.
Then Mao Wei'ang took out a bottle of medicine from the bag he carried with him, swallowed two pills, and took a sip of water.
Lin Tian looked at him. Mao Wei'ang froze when he noticed the young man's gaze, then raised his head and gave him a polite, graceful smile.
"Just to be safe, I take medicine before every performance to avoid any accidents," Mao Wei'ang explained.
"You really only have five months left?"
Lin Tian asked.
"Mm. I got checked at two different hospitals. Both gave me the same result."
"I see."
Lin Tian recalled the collaboration from a few days ago.
Seeing Mao Wei'ang get that angry and roar at Bai Junze had shocked him at the time.
Normally, Mao Wei'ang