The plane took off.
It was soaring tens of thousands of feet up in the air.
Ning Lan closed her eyes and slept.
Xu Meilan was reading a book.
Chen Guang and Zhao Wuliu were discussing tonight's music festival.
"Old Zhao, which song did you prepare?"
"'Bobo.'"
"Oh, that one."
"There's some difficulty to it, so it will have to depend on my condition. What about you?"
"I don't really know too many heavy metal songs either. I'll probably go ahead with 'Chariot.'"
"Neither of us are true metal singers, so we'd be forcing ourselves to sing in that style."
"But we have no heavy metal to call our own in China."
"Yeah. Hai, in the end, we still have to do covers of other singers' songs."
