The sky slowly lit up.
Central TV's Broadcasting Studio 1 was in turmoil.
"Where are the costumes? Hurry!"
"Leader Sun, the props are broken, what do we do?"
"It's fine. Get Little Chen to get them. There are spares over there!"
"Everyone quickly change into your costumes and get your makeup done. The final rehearsal has already begun. We are the eighth program. Once you’re ready, go backstage, it will be our turn soon!"
"Aiyo, don't push!"
"Where's the makeup artist?"
"It's the final stage. We have to do it well or our program might get axed!"
"That's right. My hands are shaking. Even big stars like Grandma Zhang and Auntie Zhang can have their programs cut at the last minute. People like us without any fame will not..."
"Shh, quiet down. Don't speak about it anymore."
"Director Peng is trying to pave the way for future stars."
