"I've never seen such a pitiful singer. Should we still play the accompanying music?" one of the musicians on the stage asked his colleague as he looked at the empty venue.
"I've played for over a decade and never seen anything like this. Today has really opened my eyes," the drummer replied as he brushed back his hair. "Even I feel sympathy for Luo Xing."
"What use is your sympathy? We need the audience to show sympathy! How bad could his rumor have been?"
"I must praise Luo Xing for his courage. He's spent the entire year at the top of the popularity charts. Last time when he held a fan concert, he filled a stadium of 10,000. What a pity!"
...
In reality, Tang Jingxuan knew exactly what was happening outside. But, he remained seated at the makeup table and got ready like usual.
Within the industry, for one to enjoy the glory of the limelight, they must also understand how pitiful it feels to be hated.
