Seeing this scene, the expressions on Xia Yuqing and others' faces quickly changed from surprise to shock; although they already knew that this seat was unusual, they had never expected it to be so special, which almost overturned their original cognition.
"Come in!" Chu Jinghong, standing in the porch, called out in a low voice. Her smile was full of calmness and confidence, as if such preferential treatment had already become the norm in her life.
For ordinary ticket holders, they still had to go through security checks to enter, but for VIPs, they could go directly to the inner area. As they stepped into the lobby, they found that there were only a few people scattered around their seats, making the venue seem extremely quiet.
After about ten minutes, people began to enter.
In a flash, the crowd poured in like a tide. In just a few minutes, the spacious space was packed and the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became very lively.
Immediately afterwards, every corner was filled with expectant faces, and it was obvious that everyone came for the feast that was about to unfold.
Soon after, the heavy curtain above the stage slowly opened, revealing a middle-aged man in a sophisticated suit and shiny golden hair sitting comfortably beside the piano.
Even though Apache is over 50 years old, he still maintains a slender and elegant figure. Coupled with his distinctive European face and carefully tailored tuxedo, his entire image exudes the unique temperament of an artist.
Then, there was a sea of applause from the audience, and the cheers never stopped.
Even more surprising was the fact that among the large crowd gathered there were a significant number of female fans. These enthusiastic supporters expressed their love for their idols with screams, and some even tried to cross the cordon to get closer to the stage, but security personnel quickly reacted and effectively stopped them.
Looking at the boiling and enthusiastic scene around him, Chu Jinghong smiled teasingly, "This person's appeal is truly extraordinary!"
"Of course!" Lu Jingyi echoed, unable to conceal her excitement. "Apache is not only highly regarded as a pianist worldwide, but also a prominent figure in our country's philanthropy. He generously supports various charitable projects every year and enjoys a high reputation among the public. It's no wonder that he has won the sincere support of so many people."
The lights gradually dimmed, and ambient lighting came on, gently covering the area like a soft, warm mist. A small platform in the center gradually rose, like a small stage for a wonderful performance.
Apache stood silently on it, and when his fingers touched the keys, the melody jumped out as flexibly as an elf, showing an amazing playing skill.
In an instant, the entire venue became extremely quiet, and every breath of air seemed to be still, for fear of disrupting this pure and beautiful atmosphere. Only the sound of music flowed through everyone's heart like a gurgling stream.
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