Speaking of which, Lin Tian had absolutely no experience with concerts either.
Even counting both of his lives, he had never attended one.
And the reason was simple.
They were expensive. Really expensive!
There were not many concerts in third- and fourth-tier small cities to begin with, so that was beside the point.
In first-tier cities, tickets for a concert were often absurdly expensive.
For a symphony concert, they could cost 200 to 1,000 yuan.
Opera performances could reach 2,000 yuan.
Chamber music concerts were cheaper, but still cost 100 to 500 yuan.
And if you wanted a decent seat, the price was usually closer to the latter figure.
If the performers were a famous orchestra, then you had to consider prices on the level of tickets for concerts by popular celebrities.
Gan Yan Yu was preparing to attend a solo concert. The kind that invited moderately well-known musicians to perform in turn was definitely not cheap either.
Compared to forty-yuan movie tickets, sixty- or seventy-yuan murder mystery games, two-hundred-yuan foot massages, eight-hundred-yuan brothels, and two-thousand-yuan escort services, concerts had far too little value for money. They simply were not the sort of place young people would prioritize.
No wonder concerts always gave people the impression of having a high barrier to entry.
Since Gan Yan Yu said that happened because she had been offstage for too long—
Then the solution was simple. She could go watch one first and experience the atmosphere of a live performance.
Maybe she would immediately find her groove again.
Hearing that, Gan Yan Yu thought about it seriously.
She asked somewhat awkwardly,
"Tickets aren't cheap, are they?"
"It's fine. There's still quite a bit left from that fan's donation. We'll treat it as a chance to relax."
The "fan money" Lin Tian mentioned was