The grand theater was filled to capacity.
Many influential figures of Peacock City had gathered, their expressions a mix of curiosity, skepticism, scrutiny, and astonishment.
Under the watchful eyes of hundreds, Chen Lun ascended the stage with a composed demeanor.
The host bowed to the audience and then handed the stage over to this hope of the theater, Mr. Jack.
The high-quality wooden stage floor, polished to a shine, added a touch of class to the theater.
Chen Lun's leather shoes clicked on the floor, the sound captured by a special microphone and relayed through speakers around the theater.
In the quiet venue, no other noise but his footsteps could be heard.
Clap!
A vintage spotlight, manned by a staff member on the catwalk above, focused a beam on Chen Lun.
He didn't offer any opening remarks or warm-ups, just smiled in response to the intense stares from below, spreading his arms slightly and touching his chest.