My CEO Husband Has Some Issues - Chapter 405
Chapter 405: Chapter 405: Can We Only Lip Sync?
Estelle was already angry, but Rong Yan remained calm, replying lightly, “Hong is a senior, and I am a junior. According to seniority, it’s only right that I give way to Hong. Since you want the band, it’s no big deal if I don’t use it.”
She conceded so easily, which made Yan Hong, who had planned to give her a hard time, feel like she was hitting cotton. Moreover, with so many people backstage, and considering her just-now very assertive attitude, continuing to argue would only lead to rumors in the industry of her bullying a newcomer. But she had already put on airs and couldn’t immediately change her attitude towards Rong Yan. So, with a tense face, she snorted and said reluctantly, “At least you’re sensible.”
“Let’s go.”
Then she led her group away in a bustle.
Fu Ya had thought that Yan Hong would deal with Rong Yan and had rolled up her sleeves in anticipation of the show, but Yan Hong just walked away, leaving her dumbfounded.
“Hong, Rong Yan, she…”
Xia Xue was more observant and, after politely greeting Estelle,
“Ya, let’s follow Hong too,” she said, pulling the woman who loved causing trouble, and they quickly caught up with the others.
Once the whole crowd had left, Estelle turned and asked, “What now? I remember you recorded a version of the original sound; should I have someone bring it over?”
Rong Yan shook her head decisively, “This is ‘When the Forest is Deep, I See Deer’s’ first public performance; I still want to sing live.”
“But there’s no band…”
A crowd of tens of thousands isn’t like singing karaoke; just playing the backing track won’t do.
In such a grand event, coordinating with a live band is essential to achieve the intended stage effect, otherwise, it would be better to play a prerecorded lip-sync track!
“There should be a piano here, right?” Rong Yan pursed her lips tightly, saying, “I can play the piano; as long as we find another person who can play the violin to work with me, that should be sufficient.”
Someone who can play the violin? Estelle frowned with difficulty, “That’s easier said than done, but finding someone who can play the violin on such short notice is really difficult. The rehearsals for most concerts are arranged well in advance, including who the band will accompany. There are only a few who play instruments, and they don’t have the time; you can’t find someone to accompany you just like that on short notice. While I could call someone else from a different place, there’s simply not enough time.”
Indeed, there was no time left.
The concert had already started, and Rong Yan’s performance was a little later on. But to find someone to play together, they would at least need to rehearse before going on stage—they couldn’t just give someone the score and expect them to play immediately. What if there was a performance mishap?
This wasn’t a recorded broadcast where they could find a way to redo it during editing if something went wrong.
This was a live broadcast.
A show being live-streamed to hundreds of millions of viewers.
Rong Yan’s expression fell, and she bit her lip in discomfort, “I’m sorry, Estelle, for being so headstrong.”
“That’s not what I meant, I… ah…” Estelle didn’t know how to comfort her.
She had watched Rong Yan struggle all the way to this point, finally getting a chance to prove her musical talent to everyone, only to encounter this frustrating problem. Anyone would feel upset in her place.
“I’ll go and see what I can do; maybe someone is available, you never know!” she spoke up, adjusting her mindset.
Just then, a timid voice came from behind them, “Um… Rong Yan, if you need someone who can play the violin, may I?”
Rong Yan turned around and saw a plain, young face, expressing surprise, “Qi Yue?”
