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After the song was finished, applause erupted from the audience.

David stood in the audience, clapping enthusiastically. His staff around him also looked amazed.

Sunshine didn't stop; he continued singing the second song, "Night in Ulaanbaatar."

"There is a place very, very far away, where the heaviest longing of a lifetime resides..."

The singing was gentler, more affectionate, like a whisper in the night. That quiet sorrow, that warm longing, brought everyone to a state of tranquility.

The third song, "My Microphone," has a strong rhythm and a hip-hop style. Yang Guangming walks around the stage, making a microphone gesture towards the air, as if interacting with the audience.

The fourth song, "Joyful Worship," had an even more enthusiastic atmosphere. Yang Guangming swayed gently to the rhythm, a smile on his face.

After the four songs were sung, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

David strode onto the stage, grasped Yang Guangming's hand, and exclaimed excitedly, "Mr. Yang Guangming, that was fantastic! Your live performance was even better than the recording! I've never heard anything like it before, with that voice and those skills!"

Yan Pingsheng also went up on stage and said with a smile, "Young Master Ming, your rehearsal is much better than many people's actual performances."

Yang Guangming smiled and said, "It's alright. The sound system is good, and it's very comfortable to sing in."

David nodded repeatedly: "That's good! That's good! Tomorrow night, keep up this level. With your heavenly voice, you'll definitely conquer the entire audience!"

After the rehearsal, the group returned to the hotel.

In the afternoon, Yang Guangming rested at the hotel to recharge. Yan Pingsheng and Duan Yunfeng went out to confirm tomorrow's schedule with Warner.

November 10th, Los Angeles National Music Festival.

At 4 PM, Yang Guangming and his entourage arrived at the stadium. By then, spectators had already begun entering, and a long queue had formed outside the stadium. Some people were wearing T-shirts with "Yang Guangming" printed on them, while others were holding signs written in Chinese that read "Yang Guangming, I love you."

Yan Pingsheng pointed at the fans and laughed, "Young Master Ming, look, they are all your fans."

Seeing this scene, even though Yang Guang knew it was all a result of Warner's publicity, he couldn't help but feel happy.

The car drove into the backstage area through a side door. Staff guided them into a lounge, which was specially prepared for the headlining star. It was large, with sofas, dressing tables, televisions, and various drinks and fruits.

David came specifically to greet him. Seeing Yang Guangming, he quickly approached: "Mr. Yang, you've arrived! Did everything go well?"

Yang Guangming nodded: "Smoothly."

"That's good." David smiled. "You can rest first. Someone will notify you when the show starts. I'll also be at the show. If anything happens, feel free to contact me."

Yang Guangming nodded, sat down on the sofa, and David chatted with him for a few minutes before leaving.

There was a TV in the lounge where you could watch the performance on stage live. Yang Guangming turned on the TV and tuned it to the music festival's live broadcast channel.

The show had already begun. The first to take the stage was a rock band, who sang their hearts out, and the audience responded enthusiastically. Next came several pop singers, each more famous than the last, and the audience's enthusiasm grew even higher.

Yang Guangming watched and silently noted down their performance style and the audience's reaction.

Yan Pingsheng sat to the side, also watching television. He had been a little nervous about Yang Guangming's first appearance, but seeing Yang Guangming's calm face, he gradually calmed down.

At 7 p.m., a staff member delivered dinner. It was simple but nutritious, with steak, salad, fruit, and a glass of warm water.

After finishing his meal, Yang Ming leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the staff knocked on the door and came in.

"Mr. Yang, there's still an hour left." He smiled. "Please get ready. In half an hour, I'll take you backstage to wait."

Yang Guangming nodded, stood up, and began to change his clothes.

He prepared two outfits for his performance today. The first is a dark blue Chinese-style stand-up collar suit, simple and elegant, for singing "Wild Geese" and "Night in Ulaanbaatar". The second is a black leather jacket with jeans, more fashionable and dynamic, for singing "My Microphone" and "Happy Worship".

After he changed his clothes, the makeup artist came in to touch up his makeup. Actually, he didn't need much makeup; his young face, handsome features, and clean-cut demeanor made him the most beautiful sight on stage.

At 9:40 p.m., David led Yang Guangming and his group to the backstage waiting area.

Here, being close to the stage, one can hear the commotion outside. The cheers of the audience, the rhythm of the music, and the voice of the host all blend together.

David pointed towards the stage: "Now Jennifer Lopez is coming up. She has ten minutes to rest and adjust after her song, and then it's your turn."

Yang Guangming nodded and stood quietly in the waiting area.

The sound of music drifting in from outside was Jennifer Lopez's classic songs. The cheers from the audience grew louder and louder, and the atmosphere became increasingly enthusiastic.

Yan Pingsheng stood beside Yang Guangming and said softly, "Young Master Ming, are you nervous?"

Yang Guangming smiled and said, "I'm not nervous."

Yan Pingsheng smiled and said, "That's good. With your attitude, today's performance will definitely be excellent."

Ten minutes passed quickly.

Jennifer Lopez's singing stopped, and the audience's cheers reached their peak. Then the host's voice rang out: "Thank you, Jennifer! Next, let's welcome tonight's headlining star, Yang Guangming from China!"

The cheers from the audience instantly turned into screams.

Yang Guangming took a deep breath and strode towards the stage.

The lights dimmed, leaving only a spotlight shining on him. He stood in the center of the stage, facing tens of thousands of live audience members and tens of millions of television viewers.

Below the stage, cheers, screams, and applause blended together.

Yang Guangming raised his hand and waved it gently. Another wave of frenzied screams erupted from the audience.

The music is ringing.

The sound of the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle) is desolate and vast, carrying the scent of the grasslands.

The audience quieted down.

Yang Guangming closed his eyes, immersing himself in the music.

Then, he began to sing.

"Wild geese, in the sky, flying in pairs..."

The singing echoed in the stadium.

That unique voice, that natural charm, instantly captivated everyone's heart.

In the audience, countless people stared wide-eyed and gaped, deeply captivated by the sound.

Many people don't know what the lyrics are about, but they are unconsciously immersed in them.

Some people held their companions' hands tightly, unable to speak.

Some people closed their eyes, immersing themselves completely in the song.

Yang Guangming stood on the stage, singing with passion and emotion.

His voice was already good, and after this period of intensive training, it has reached its peak. Moreover, his live performances have a more pronounced natural appeal compared to studio recordings.

After the song "Wild Geese" was finished, the audience was silent for a few seconds.

Then, thunderous applause erupted.

The cheers and screams were deafening.

Yang Guangming smiled and waved to the audience. Then the music started again.

"Night in Ulaanbaatar." More tender, more affectionate, like a whisper in the night.

"There is a place very, very far away, where the heaviest longing of a lifetime resides..."

The audience fell silent again.

Some people closed their eyes, while others shed tears softly in the darkness.

That quiet sorrow, that warm longing, transcends language and culture, striking straight to the heart.

After the song ended, the audience erupted in applause and cheers.

Sunlight continued to shine as he took off his dark blue stand-up collar jacket, revealing a black leather jacket underneath.

The music changed, and a strong drumbeat began.

My Microphone.

Yang Guangming picked up the microphone and started walking around the stage.

"Let the sound shatter your hypocrisy..."

The performance was rhythmic and had a hip-hop vibe. Yang Guangming's performance became even more dynamic, as he moved around the stage and made various gestures to the audience.

The audience was ignited.

Countless people stood up, swaying to the rhythm and clapping along.

The atmosphere grew increasingly lively.

The last song is "Happy Worship".

The pace is faster and the atmosphere is more exciting.

Yang Guangming jumped up on the stage; although the movements were simple, they were full of youthful energy and vitality.

"Those who have forgotten their names, please follow me. Now let us worship happiness..."

The audience went absolutely wild.

Tens of thousands of spectators danced and cheered to the rhythm. The entire stadium transformed into a sea of ​​joy.

After singing four songs, Yang Guangming stood in the center of the stage and bowed deeply to the audience.

The applause, cheers, and screams nearly lifted the roof off the stadium.

"Encore! Encore! Encore!"

The audience began chanting in unison, demanding an encore.

But the music festival program was already set, and no encore was arranged. Yang Guangming waved to the audience again, then slowly walked off the stage.

Backstage, David was already waiting there, his face flushed with excitement.

"Mr. Yang Guangming! That's amazing! That's amazing!" He gripped Yang Guangming's hand tightly. "I've never seen anything like it! You've won them over! You've won everyone over!"

Yan Pingsheng also came over, his voice excited: "Young Master Ming, today's performance was fantastic, absolutely stunning!"

Yang Guangming smiled, gently patted his shoulder, and didn't say anything.

The backstage staff also gathered around, congratulating Yang Guangming. Some gave a thumbs up, some said "Fantastic!" in broken Chinese, and some were too excited to speak, only clapping vigorously.

The group returned to the lounge, where Yang Guangming sat on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.

Duan Yunfeng handed him a bottle of water, which he took and drank a few sips of.

A Warner employee was on the phone nearby, sounding very excited. David was also on the phone, excitedly saying something.

Yang Guangming leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

The performance just now is replaying in my mind, scene by scene.

The audience's reactions, the cheers and screams, the people moved by the song.

The effect on site was indeed good; he had done his best.

The next morning, Yang Guangming was awakened by a knock on the door.

Duan Yunfeng pushed open the door and came in, holding a stack of newspapers in his hand, with an excited smile on his face: "Young Master Ming, take a look at these!"

Yang Guangming sat up and took the newspaper.

Los Angeles Times front page: "Chinese singers conquer music festivals across America! Sunshine Ignites Los Angeles!"

The report stated: "Last night, at the Los Angeles National Music Festival, Chinese singer Yang Guangming appeared as the headlining star, performing four songs."

His voice possessed a natural allure, driving the 100,000 audience members wild. One music critic called it one of the most breathtaking live performances in recent years, proving that good music transcends borders.

The New York Times Entertainment: "Heavenly Voices from the East Descend on Los Angeles! Sunshine Music Festival Debut a Huge Success!"

The report described it as follows: "Yang Guangming, a young singer from China, conquered the music festival across the United States last night with his singing."

His voice is unique and captivating; whether it's the desolate vastness of "Wild Geese" or the tender affection of "Night in Ulaanbaatar," he immerses the audience. The two subsequent dynamic songs further ignited the entire venue.

One audience member, in an interview, said it was the best live performance she had ever heard; Yang Guangming's voice was captivating and made her want to listen forever.

The Washington Post analyzed it from a cultural perspective: "Yang Guangming's success once again proves that good music can transcend language. His singing has a unique Eastern subtlety and deep emotion, an emotion that is universal and can resonate with everyone. His performances at the National Music Festival have transformed him from a recording artist into a true live superstar."

Billboard magazine's website also published a report: "Sunshine Ming's National Music Festival debut far exceeded expectations! His voice was even more captivating on stage, and his natural charm captivated the entire audience. Some industry insiders say that Sunshine Ming is redefining what a good singer is with his live performances."

In addition to these mainstream media outlets, major entertainment websites and music blogs are also reporting on the performance.

"This is the best live performance I've ever heard!"

"Yang Guangming's voice is so captivating, I can't stop listening once I start!"

"Although I don't understand the lyrics, I can feel the emotions in them."

"When are you coming to perform in New York? I definitely want to go!"

Yan Pingsheng walked in carrying a thick stack of newspapers and said with a smile, "Young Master Ming, take a look at these comments in the newspapers."

Yang Guangming took it and read through it one by one.

The comments came from different countries and media outlets, with varying content and perspectives, but all praised Yang Guangming's live performance last night.

After reading it, Yang Guangming handed the newspaper back to Yan Pingsheng and smiled, "It seems to have worked well."

Yan Pingsheng had never been happier than he was now. "Young Master Ming, it wasn't just good, last night's performance was absolutely fantastic! It was a huge success! Do you know? The North American media are all reporting on this performance, and your popularity is soaring like never before!"

David knocked and came in, a bright smile on his face.

"Mr. Yang Guangming, great news!" He waved the documents in his hand. "The ratings for last night are in, and the peak was right during your performance, with viewership exceeding 40 million! This is the highest viewership record in the history of the music festival!"

Yang Guangming was somewhat surprised: "So tall?"

“Yes!” David laughed. “And this morning, the company’s phones were ringing off the hook, all asking if your album was still in stock. All the record stores are asking to restock. Our distribution department is already making emergency deliveries to ensure that the hype translates into sales.”

He paused, then continued, "Mr. Yang Guangming, your performance this time has completely conquered North America. Now, you are a true superstar in this land! Yesterday, all the audience members at the venue, and all the viewers in front of their televisions, were captivated by your singing! They were all mesmerized by your enchanting voice!" (End of Chapter)