In New York, Times Square is already crowded with people.
They wore thick clothes and gathered here despite the wind and snow above their heads, just to count down to the coming of the New Year with everyone.
"It's too cold," a chubby girl put on earmuffs, but she still felt cold. Now she hugged herself tightly, with a look of panic on her face. "Why is it so cold?"
"Because it's already December, and it's almost January, it's normal for the weather to be cold." Another black girl seemed to be very resistant to the cold. Her lips were shiny and she was looking around while shaking her head.
There weren't many people gathered here in advance, and almost all of them were young people like them.
For them, it is very uncool to stay at home and greet the New Year with their parents, or even finish the leftover turkey from Christmas.
"Are we just going to wait here forever?" The fat girl seemed to be here for the first time. She pushed the flesh on her face hard, but was discouraged by the cold touch. If possible, she really wanted to go home immediately and sit by the warm fireplace.
"What else?" The black girl began to look around, then poked her best friend with her hand: "What do you think of that guy over there?"
The fat girl looked over and saw a tall white boy who looked like he was on the school football team. A guy like him would never be short of girlfriends, so he wouldn't be interested in people like them.
"It's very handsome, but it has nothing to do with us."
"Haha," the black girl snorted, "You always lack confidence in yourself. If you look down on yourself, how can you expect others to do the same?"
The girl didn't dare to answer. She looked at her thick thighs and arms and had long given up such hope.
"Oh, maybe you should listen to a song." The black girl suddenly put her headphones on her best friend's ears: "You will discover a new world."
When the music started, the fat girl still looked terrified. She stared ahead, feeling that everyone around her was looking at her and talking about her in secret.
But after the singing began, her eyes changed.
It was like finding a ray of light in a dark and endless wilderness.
That beam of light may not be able to bring her warmth, nor drive away the darkness, but it made her feel comforted.
At least she didn't have to be so scared anymore. It turned out that she wasn't the only one who was different.
"Look," the black girl patted her shoulder and said gently, "'Thisisme', we are who we are, there's no need to look down on ourselves."
"She sings so beautifully." When the chubby girl took off her headphones, tears welled up in her eyes. I never thought she'd be so moved by a song one day. It was truly strange.
"Do you like her?" The black girl pulled her best friend to sit on a bench on the street. "I suddenly know what we can watch to pass the time. You should know the app Moonlight, right?"
"I know." The fat girl explained embarrassedly, "But my parents don't allow me to play these apps. They think I will become addicted to them."
"Oh my god!" The black girl looked at her in confusion. "I thought you lived in the Middle East. Luckily they don't make you wear a headscarf. I'll let you discover a new world, honey. The girl just now is called Wang Xingrui. She's from a girl group in China."
"China?" The fat girl was really surprised this time. She looked at her good sister in front of her, as if she wanted to read the flaws from her facial expression - how could a girl group from China be so popular in America?
"Yes," the black girl said quickly, as if she were speaking hip-hop. "I didn't expect it at first. I used to think that the most developed entertainment industry in Asia was in Japan, or at the very least, Korea. But now I know it's actually in China. This girl group is amazing; their songs are leading the trend!"
"Isn't this a bit too exaggerated?" The fat girl still didn't quite believe it.
"Honey, they should be attending a party right now. You know, the New Year's Eve party. I wrote it down in my memo, but I forgot to check it. Thank God, we just happened to catch their performance."
Although there was obvious distrust in the fat girl's eyes, she couldn't wait to move forward.
She wanted to see how powerful this girl group was.
"They're performing on stage right now," the black girl said excitedly, "Let's watch it together!"
The fat girl glanced at the real-time viewing number in the lower right corner and was very surprised: "Why are there so many people? Is this a global statistics?"
"Of course not." The fat girl immediately explained: "Look, this is just the data for one region of our America. If I switch to England's IP address and log in again, it will be a different number."
"This..." the chubby girl covered her mouth, staring at the live audience of over two million, feeling extremely surprised. "I remember the VMAs and AMAs, the online audience was only around seven million each year."
"Yes," the black girl said proudly. As a black person, she was much more accepting of Moonlight Girls than her white classmates. "They are really great. There is a reason why so many people like them."
"Yeah," the fat girl believed it, but she didn't know if these four people could live up to her expectations given such high expectations. "Are they singing Chinese songs?"
"Yeah," the black girl laughed. "But look, there are real-time translation subtitles. They did a really good job with the evening party! Don't you think this song is beautiful, even if you don't understand the lyrics?"
"Of course." The chubby girl was already captivated by the supermodel's performance. She had never imagined that a medley of songs could have such a rich and stunning performance. "It's really good. I love it so much."
She didn't know why, but she felt very moved watching the performance of the four of them.
"I should have met them sooner," she said regretfully.
"It's not too late now, dear," the black girl laughed. "Their performances are always amazing. You can still watch a lot of their old videos now. It will be a very happy time."
Yes, other domestic satellite TV stations have overlooked one point. This New Year's Eve Gala co-organized by Jiangsu and Zhejiang Satellite TV and Yi Yang Entertainment is a truly global gala, and many people from other countries watch it.
When Moonlight Girl changed into her clothes again and went on stage, everyone, whether they were domestic or foreign audiences, whether they were artists or ordinary netizens, looked at the stage with great anticipation.
The official Weibo account announced in advance that this would be a new song.
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