Qi Yue suddenly found herself under their scrutiny, steaming with embarrassment, and wishing she could just crawl into a hole. She whispered, "A senior I know works here, and she asked me to come along. I overheard you talking with Sister Yan Hong."
She took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and asked, "Rong Yan, do you need a violinist? I can play."
Grasping the fabric of her clothing with her left hand, she spoke nervously, her voice trembling, "It's just that I'm quite average, maybe… maybe…"
She was giving herself a chance, yet she feared she might not do well and bring trouble to others.
Seeing how nervous she was, Estelle had already lost hope and tugged at Rong Yan's sleeve, gesturing, "Rong Yan…"
She intended to say that lip-syncing was better than a stage mishap.
But unexpectedly, the radiant woman had already taken the initiative and said, "It's fine, as long you're willing to help me."
The girl's eyes lit up instantly, and she blurted out eagerly, "I'm willing!"
