Li Fanxing clenched her fists involuntarily.
The stage was brightly lit and An Xiaxia looked refreshing and sweet in her black school uniform. She held the guitar and sat down on the chair that had been put out.
The director recognized her as the girl from yesterday and patted the cameraman on his shoulder. "Get ready!"
The cameraman chuckled. "I was born ready!"
An Xiaxia plucked the strings to check the pitch. She then smiled shyly at the audience and began playing.
The prelude was mild and fresh. After a chord, An Xiaxia sang into the microphone —
"Zebra, zebra, don't fall asleep,
please show me your wounded tail once more.
I don't want to touch your scar,
I only want to lift your hair.
Zebra, zebra, you've gone back home,
but I'm still wasting my youth in this cold place.
No door in your city would open for me,
and I'll be back on the road eventually.
…"
