Four makeup artists left with satisfaction. There were ten minutes left until the concert was to start. Usually at this point, all the staff backstage would leave the dressing room, leaving Wang Guangju alone. He would take advantage of this time to rest, adjust his emotions, and bring himself into the best possible state. Only in the last two minutes before the performance would the staff come to notify him to go on stage.
Wang Guangju quietly stood up from the makeup table at this moment, slowly sitting down on the soft sofa. He tilted his head back and just stared at the snow-white ceiling above. The dressing room's ceiling was illuminated by bright lights. As Wang Guangju looked up, it wasn't long before the dazzling lights overwhelmed his eyes, and he closed them. Soon, he faintly heard the screams and cheers of fans coming from the front stage.
At this moment, Wang Guangju's heartbeat began to slowly accelerate.
