"All right!"
Jiang Baiying agreed. Because she was busy with her internship, she didn't know that Xia Yu had "joined" the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra and became an intern in the cello section.
I'm afraid she'll find out tonight, and I don't know what she'll think.
After lunch, Xia Yu took a short nap and then drifted off as usual, instantly moving to the Magic City Symphony Orchestra Concert Hall.
The orchestra stipulates that they must arrive at the concert hall five hours before the performance to prepare, check their costumes, put on makeup, have dinner, and have the final rehearsal before the performance. All of these things take time.
Xia Yu's jersey today is a pure black shirt. Black is solemn and dignified, which helps the audience focus on listening, but a simple black shirt also makes him look like a big star.
Although I am just an intern now, one day I will surpass the principal cellist and become a real cellist.
Momentum comes from belief, and Xia Yu now gives people a different feeling.
"Boss Xia, you've got a great style. There's definitely going to be a girl asking for your phone number at the front desk tonight."
A cello-playing buddy next to Xia Yu complimented him.
In fact, this is also true. There will be fans when you perform. No matter whether they are attracted by your looks or your skills, there will always be people who will become your fans. It’s just a matter of the number of fans.
Xia Yu’s first performance might also gain him a group of fans, but forget about asking for his phone number. Can you tell me about Brother Dayu on Bilibili?
Weibo?
The fan circle there is too serious, and Xia Yu doesn’t play much.
Time quickly came to eight o'clock in the evening and the performance was about to begin.
Sitting at the VIP seat at the front desk, Jiang Baiying looked at her phone somewhat anxiously.
Why hasn’t the senior come yet? Could it be that the client over there has something going on and can’t come?
He doesn’t reply to my WeChat messages and my phone calls are unavailable. It’s so frustrating.
As Jiang Baiying waited anxiously, the performance finally began. The conductor came out first, followed by the members of each section. They sat down in turn, and Xia Yu sat directly opposite Jiang Baiying.
“Ahem~~”
The cough was not loud, but just loud enough for the people in the first row to hear.
"Senior?"
Jiang Baiying looked up subconsciously. How come the senior whom she had been waiting for so long but never showed up now appeared on the stage?
Could it be...
Xia Yu responded with a smile, then pushed the tail needle of the Italian Cannon into the thread board, making the final preparations before playing.
This calmness and composure did not seem like his first time on stage. Xia Yu said that this was just a small scene.
He has to manage hundreds of people in the company and has given speeches to thousands of people in school. This time he is only facing 1,200 performers, so what is there to be afraid of?
Come on, enjoy your senior’s debut performance!
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