Have you ever been a celebrity? Why are you writing about entertainment?

Chapter 259 Even if you beg, you have to queue.

"I'm starting to get a little nervous."

In order to get used to the performance atmosphere of a stadium with 10,000 people in advance, the last few days of rehearsals were all held on the stadium stage.

The stage setup is almost complete, and the staff are installing the LED screen and making final adjustments while suspended on a beam more than 20 meters high.

Not to mention the other amateurs who were nervous, even Qi Luoan, who had seen a lot of big occasions, was nervous. She had sung this song countless times in the practice room, but this time was different.

In this vast space, every note needs to be refined.

Lin Yuting was actually in the best condition; although it was a bit of a hellish situation, she couldn't see whether there were many or few people...

However, since they were already there, they wanted to perform as well as possible, so they practiced with extra care, making up for their lack of experience with skill.

"Brother Yu's partners are all still here?"

During the formal rehearsal stage, it was inevitable that the groups would meet up. Yu Weigang saw Meng Han's group as soon as he came down from the stage.

Teacher Meng only missed one episode, so there should have been nine amateur partners, but there were only seven people behind him, which means that two people did not return.

Ordinary people's lives are quite busy, and they may not necessarily have time. The reason why Yu Wei's group is together is because their professions are relatively free.

It goes without saying that college students who become livestreamers are doomed, drivers don't want to go out and see themselves, tour guides don't have much to do during the off-season, and athletes are fine when there are no competitions.

The only one who was really busy was teacher Tian Jun, but the school was very enthusiastic about this kind of public appearance, and it seemed that he had been specially approved to cooperate with the work.

"Actually, it's better to have fewer people."

Given that the skill level of amateur singers is generally not high, the fewer the number of people in the choir, the better. The more people there are, the harder it is to control and the more likely mistakes will occur.

Meng Han's eyes widened upon hearing this. There was nothing wrong with what he said, but he actually said it to people's faces. Wasn't he worried that the amateur contestants would be unhappy?
A simple "So I shouldn't have come" was enough to silence him; such a statement in ancient times would have caused a mutiny...

Yu Wei didn't think too much about it. He and his readers were all good friends, so why would he care about such things? It was just a joke, no big deal.

Meng Han noticed this as well. Compared to the other groups, Yu Wei's group had a noticeably different atmosphere, giving the impression of a hobby group, with Yu Wei just being the leader.

Compared to the three groups of celebrities and ordinary people, Yu Wei's group has a unified medium, which is his novel.

He can connect all his readers through his novels, a level of connection that they can never match...

Yu Wei's novel is becoming more and more useful. At first, it could only bring a lot of hype and popularity, but gradually, it became a clue, a clue that connects everyone and runs through the entertainment industry.

This change happens gradually. When more than 30% of the people in the country become his readers, he will definitely be the number one.

Of course, it's not easy.

"Looking forward to your performance."

With the performance imminent, Meng Han didn't dare to delay and led his group members onto the stage for a briefing. Yu Wei had no interest in spying on others, so he simply went back to the practice room to continue practicing.

His novel is steadily advancing the film's plot, which is a classic element in entertainment novels, but some people are over-interpreting it.

Every day now, people are coming to the comments section to mourn, practically begging him not to let Zhou Mumu make this movie...

Even if you want to ask for a ticket, you have to wait in line. What's the point of taking pictures? He hasn't even started filming "Goodbye Mr. Loser" yet, so how can he care about anything else?
Yu Wei strongly suspects that these Zhou Mumu fans are saying one thing but doing another; they seem to not want her to act, but in reality, they're submitting their resumes.

Just think about it, and it will come to you.

Yu Wei didn't bother with them at all; it was a typical case of paranoia. Who would bother with them for no reason?

The last few days of rehearsals passed quickly, and on the day of the performance, the final battle of "Music Blind Box" will kick off in the evening.

Inside the stadium, the final round of equipment checks is underway, with the director of photography leading the team to test the positions of fifteen camera positions, including a crane and two drone aerial shots.

"Audio team reports: The main sound reinforcement system test is complete, and the wireless microphone frequency calibration is finished."

Upon hearing the voice on the walkie-talkie, director Cheng Xu nodded in satisfaction. Tonight's performance will be broadcast live with 5.1 surround sound, ensuring that any technical flaws will be heard by audiences across the country.

He held a five-page performance schedule in his hand, which was densely marked with the time and person in charge for each part.

Although it might sound pretentious, he sees variety shows as the meaning of his life, and for both him and the production team, this performance is not to be missed.

In the stadium's control room, images from different angles switch across a huge monitoring wall.

Cheng Xu stared at the panoramic view of the stage on the main screen, his brows furrowing slightly: "Turn the brightness of the opening VCR up by 0.5 levels. I want that feeling of breaking through the darkness."

He made sure the details of the program were done well; as for the actual performance, that was up to Yu Wei and his team…

In the backstage editing room, the post-production team has already begun the initial screening of real-time footage.

They needed to deliver the edited version within two hours of the performance ending. Time was tight, and the assistant director had already marked more than a dozen must-shoot shots, including audience reactions, close-ups of the artists, and panoramic views of the stage.

There are six must-shoot shots of Yu Wei. He is so popular that everyone loves to watch him, so they naturally take more pictures of him.

In the artists' rest area, Yu Wei was having lunch with the amateur contestants. After lunch, they changed into their performance costumes and had one last rehearsal.

"Don't be nervous, I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

Yu Weizhen wasn't trying to take on everything. If their performance wasn't good, he would definitely be responsible. Since he was going to take the blame anyway, he might as well show some responsibility.

"It was originally yours, and the haters won't curse us." Qi Luoan picked up a piece of tofu from his bowl and gave it to him.

"If you don't perform well, you'll be facing backlash from the haters."

Haters are like this: you can win countless times, but if you lose even once, you'll suffer terribly. Yu Wei, however, didn't care. He believed everyone would perform well and leave no regrets; whether he got scolded or not was a minor matter.

At 4 p.m., the audience began to line up outside the venue. Security personnel checked tickets and personal belongings one by one and guided the crowd to enter in an orderly manner.

If Yu Wei were there, he would definitely recognize many familiar faces. Qi Yuan, Zhang Lingye, Fei Hong, and the others were all in the queue, clearly wanting to witness this final battle.

Qi Yuan and Fei Hong both participated in one episode of the show, so they are considered half-insiders. Only Zhang Lingye is a pure audience member.

"So why wasn't I invited to this show?"

Yu Wei's other friends all went up, but he was the only one who was never invited. Was he not worthy?

"They might be worried you'll get into a fight with the non-celebrity guests."

Don't be fooled by Zhang Lingye's seemingly easygoing nature; he has a fiery temper and has been insulted by both his fans and teammates. In the past, when they got into a fight, it was always the other side who started it.

With this kind of personality, wouldn't they end up fighting if they met a stranger with an odd personality?

"real or fake?"

Fei Hong, standing to the side, was clearly curious. The world is so beautiful, yet Brother Zhang is so irritable. This is not good, not good.

He met the two of them during the auditions for roles in Beijing. They were both young artists and had a lot in common, so they quickly became acquainted.

"No, that's not true. I'm very easy to talk to."

While explaining, Zhang Lingye winked at Qi Yuan, "I'm begging you, please don't speak ill of him in front of your new friends."

His temper and all that are things of the past. Everyone's been young once. Now he's just a lazy bum who lives off his brothers.

Even asking for something requires queuing; they are indeed queuing.

After the final round of rehearsals, the countdown to the performance officially began.

Inside the control room, each department began their final reports: "Video footage ready." "Audio system normal." "Lighting program loaded." "Live broadcast signal test passed."

Director Cheng Xu took a deep breath and addressed all staff members through the internal channel: "Everyone, enjoy this stage."

This four-month-long program has finally come to an end; this was the final stage that the production team had been preparing for a long time.

They will make history!
By 7 p.m., the stadium was packed with people, and the glow sticks in the hands of the audience looked like a galaxy, making it a very impressive sight.

The on-site director issued instructions through a headset: "All departments, get ready. One minute countdown to the start."

The live stream then began, starting with a countdown segment through a wide-angle lens.

The lights in the audience area gradually dimmed, and the crowd erupted in expectant cheers. The director began the countdown: "Ten, nine, eight, three, two, one, begin!"

In an instant, a bright light pierced the darkness, and the huge circular screen on the stage lit up, playing highlights of the season.

As rousing music played, twelve sets of laser lights operated simultaneously, weaving a dazzling blind box pattern in the sky above the venue.

The production team certainly put a lot of effort into it; the opening act alone attracted everyone's attention. At least Yu Wei felt it was more prestigious than the Capital Concert.

The previous concert was held in a large hall, so the lighting and special effects were relatively restrained. Today, the production team is here to show off their skills.

The host slowly rose from the center of the stage, his voice resounding throughout the venue: "Dear audience members, welcome to the finale of 'Music Blind Box'!"

The show did not start with performances by celebrities and ordinary people, but instead invited other singers to warm up the audience first.

The singer who opened the show appeared on stage and ignited the entire venue with a deep, resonant voice. She was none other than Shen Yutong.

The show invited two singers to warm up the audience: Shen Yutong and Tong Yulu.

The reason for inviting them was simple: they were each guest stars for two episodes, and besides the three regular cast members, these two had been with the show the longest.

Cold fireworks shot into the sky, accompanied by screams from the audience, bringing the atmosphere in the stadium to its first climax.

"At first sight, tender vows were made as the wind blew and the clouds drifted by."

As time goes by, I wonder what year it is tonight.

Familiar chordal intros flowed out, the flute's clear and melodious notes and the guzheng's graceful strains instantly enveloping the scene in a calm yet melancholic atmosphere of ancient charm.

This is "Peach Blossom Promise," sung by Shen Yutong. Her voice is unique and gentle, carrying a sense of sadness at the passing of time.

She finally got her wish and had the opportunity to sing this song...

She had originally planned to take some time to reflect, but when she heard it was a stadium with 10,000 people, Shen Yutong accepted the invitation without hesitation.

Do you still remember the things from the past?

She was very happy to be able to sing this song, which she had been so conflicted about and couldn't bear to part with, on such a big stage.

Looking down from the audience, Zhang Lingye patted Qi Yuan on the shoulder. Wasn't this song his? How did it end up in Shen Yutong's hands?

"It's all just business."

Qi Yuan only paid in advance; he just doesn't know when his little sister will give him "Yi Jian Mei" (a song title). He's so anxious.

He begged.

(End of this chapter)