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Chapter 316 My Performance (Part )

“15 minutes standby for Madison…”

"15 minutes standby for Madison."

"Buckman, please inform me of Maddie's location. We need her to come to the backstage channel to prepare within five minutes."

"This is Buckman, we're in front of the Sayers Club, putting on a final touch of makeup before heading right backstage."

Tour manager Dylan Buckman glanced at Madison Beer, who was communicating with the makeup team about where to add more highlights, raised the walkie-talkie, and answered.

"Mainly on the nose side...not too much, just a little bit...yes! That's okay, okay, thank you, Patrick!"

"You look so perfect, Maddie." Makeup artist Patrick Tower handed the tools back to his assistant, clasping his hands together, his voice low and rich, but with a strong West Coast gay flavor.

In 2016, Patrick Tower had not yet become a household name beauty blogger, but he had already carved a niche in Hollywood. Gigi Hadid, Bella Hadid, Ariana Grande, and even Rihanna and Katy Perry name him for their makeup. Madison took this performance very seriously. She spent her own money to fly Patrick to Las Vegas in the hope of making a stunning appearance on the Mad City stage.

"Credit to you, Patrick...with these highlighter gels, bronzer sticks, and deep rose blush, anyone can look radiant."

Madison fiddled with the hair on the right side, trying to make the arc fuller and fluffier. Then, she looked at Dylan Bachman, smiled and nodded.

"Please tell them, Dylan, I'm ready."

“Artists are ready.”

"Okay, let's go straight away...Team, this is Artist Coordinator Blair Shuman. Madison Beale is setting off from the hotel now, Let's ensure a smooth transition to the venue."

"Coordinator, follow the instructions. The security team is in place and we are ready to escort the artists to the venue."

Jeff Spendel grabbed his collar, turned his head and approached the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest, and replied. As the vice president of BEST Crowd Management Company, he does not actually need to personally lead the team, but in order to let the big clients see the efficiency and execution of the team, he must personally lead the team today to ensure the safety of the opening stage of the event.

"Bring her to the stage."

"Roger that."

Jeff made a gesture, and four artist bodyguards who were already waiting in front of the Sayers Club, wearing suits and sunglasses, who were dressed very differently from other security personnel at the scene, heard the news, surrounded Madison in the middle, and escorted her through the pull-out in front of them. Vegas Strip.

Based on the actual needs of event security, the Transportation Bureau under the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department, from the intersection of Resort World Boulevard and Las Vegas Boulevard to the intersection of Las Vegas Boulevard and Sahara Boulevard, Temporary traffic controls were implemented within the three-block area. Vehicles driving to the music festival from the south can only take tourists to the entrance of Conrad. If they want to continue north, they must take a detour or get off the car and walk.

Of course, even walking has limits. LVMPD has set up two temporary blockades at Sahara Avenue and the main entrance of the Sahara Hotel. Except for hotel guests who can turn right to enter the lobby, all other festival attendees can only turn left along the roadblocks and exit from La Sahara. Access to the venue is through doors 7 and 8 at the Vegas Festival Grounds. This small section of road is the entry route for Mad City performers.

For Madison Beer, this is definitely a unique scene. Having participated in so many music festivals, this is the first time that a city has blocked off a section of a main road to serve as a channel for artists.

Walking along the zebra crossing, on the inside of the metal railing is a security guard from BEST Crowd Management Company wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt with the word "SECURITY" printed in white on the back. On the outside, there are two or three Las Vegas Metropolitan Police gathered together to chat and have fun. Although they are armed with live ammunition, they look careless.

A security force of at least thirty people formed a security bubble for Madison. The atmosphere in the bubble was generally silent and tense. Even if one or two hearty laughter occasionally came from the LVMPD social circle, it was just an insignificant ripple in the stagnant water.

When your job today is to provide 70,000 people with the ultimate entertainment experience that they will never forget, it's hard for anyone to truly relax.

But the atmosphere outside the bubble is completely different. The rest of the Las Vegas Strip to the south is a vivid picture of vibrancy, energy and color. A section of fans lined up at the door, whispering excitedly as they waited for the line to move forward. Another group of fans, perhaps waiting for their companions or simply not wanting to enter the venue too early, gathered in the middle of the avenue and spontaneously formed a circle, dancing wildly to the sound of an unknown player. Or cross your arms and watch with interest the performances of street performers who come to join in the fun, just as a warm-up show. When I got tired of playing, I sat down on the shoulder of the road, opened the beer I couldn't bring into the venue, and finished it in a few gulps outside the venue to avoid paying high prices for admission.

In addition to the audience, there are also many vendors selling colorful balloons, fluorescent toys, fake artist peripherals, and even Halloween suits. Just by looking at the number of balloons flying in the air, you can make a rough estimate of the number of people. Las Vegas has very strict regulations on street vendors, requiring them to sell their products 1500 feet away from the resort and 150 feet away from the food vendor's entrance. Therefore, there are no carts selling tacos or falafel outside Mad City.

But non-food mobile vendors are another matter. They do not push carts or set up stalls. They shuttle among the crowds and engage in guerrilla warfare. They are extremely difficult to catch. And even if they are caught, the most they can seize is the total cost price. Just a shoddy T-shirt for less than fifty dollars. Therefore, the police officers on duty did not bother to care at all. As long as the transaction was not under their eyes, they pretended not to have seen it.

So, when Madison raised her eyes, she saw someone in the crowd holding up a T-shirt with his face printed on it and selling it loudly.

"Madison-Beale Exclusive Merchandise! Show your love for Madison at the festival!"

"Get your Madison Bills T-shirt here! Limited edition designs you can't find anywhere else!"

"Madison Bill fans, get your commemorative T-shirt! Holiday specials are here!"

"Wow, they... I really want to give them two pieces to sell, they print me so ugly."

When he goes out, Madison Beer doesn't like to wear glasses because they put too much pressure on the bridge of his nose, and he doesn't like to wear contact lenses because his eyes will dry out quickly. Therefore, most of the time, she can truly turn a blind eye to various things happening around her, but today for Mad City, she not only wore contact lenses for the first time, but also wore colored contact lenses. Therefore, even if he was at least a hundred feet away from her, Maddie could clearly see the pattern on the T-shirt.

Putting aside the poor workmanship, even the nose was crooked by her.

"I will communicate with the team outside the field later and ask them to ask the police to disperse them." Dylan Backman responded.

"It's okay, I'm just joking, let's wait for them to sell it." Madison waved her hand. Although her distorted face on the T-shirt was really funny, she didn't mind at all whether the peripheral products outside the venue were real or not. Yes, can the income from the sales go to myself?

If her fame can help these vendors who already have a hard life earn a little more, then it doesn't matter how ugly the print is.

"Let's hurry up and go backstage."

As the team moved quickly, the subwoofer vibrations from the venue became clearer and stronger. Stepping onto the pavement on the left side of the Las Vegas Strip, Madison even felt that the hard concrete floor beneath her feet was shaking slightly to the rhythm of the music.

"I got Madison."

Around the main stage, the white wall originally located on the northeast side of the venue has been temporarily demolished by Mad City's construction team. Now, it is a huge glass camp, a 150-foot-long, 98-foot-wide garden structure steel frame building, built to the highest standards of the International Institute of Engineers, IAENG, with ductless air conditioning, all-glass curtain walls, French custom scales, and a two-story spire. ceiling, and there are even two matching access tents.

With an indoor area of ​​14700 square feet, up to people can work here at the same time. Of course, since the backstage is filled with all kinds of equipment, the actual number of people that can be accommodated must be far smaller than the theoretical number, but it is more than enough to cram all the behind-the-scenes production team of Mad City inside.

At this moment, David Cohen was standing at the door of one of the white tents with "ENTRANCE" written on it. When he saw Madison stepping onto the sidewalk, David quickly used the intercom to notify other team members, and then opened the door wrapped in milky white leather. He made a gesture to Madison to come in.

"Thank you, David."

As soon as he stepped into the backstage of the music festival, Madison felt as if he had entered an alien space isolated from the world. If the Las Vegas Strip outside the door is enjoying the grand celebration atmosphere of the Rio Carnival, then the backstage of Mad City at this moment is the general headquarters for the battle between the earth and the alien fleet in "Independence Day".

There are mountains of electronic equipment, intricately tangled together, and the source of the wires is completely unidentifiable. The air is filled with the unpleasant smell of setting spray, men's perfume and the plastic casing of overheated equipment, and the dull sound of the band's sound check not far away. Bass sounds mixed together. The staff with work badges hanging around their necks and walkie-talkies in their hands were like countless black shadows, moving quickly through the slightly narrow passage. Communication sounds continued to come from their headphones, and everyone was yelling at the top of their lungs, trying their best to coordinate this grand and chaotic symphony.

"Attention all teams, this is General Field Director Ori Bleestein. We are expecting a larger influx of people over the next half hour. Let's make sure every entrance is adequately staffed. "

"Copy that. I'm sending additional personnel to the main entrance and near the VIP area. Additionally, crowd control barriers are being inspected. This is Jeff, over."

"This is Celine Joshua, I'm with the medical team... all the aid stations are operational. Please remember, although there is light rain today, the temperature is still high, hydration and heat stroke are the focus Attention all staff in the venue, if anyone asks for ice water, please provide it to them for free or take them to the nearest water fountain."

"Keep the supply routes open, guys, and don't throw away what you've brought in. Form records, form records, form records! There's more equipment and supplies coming in for the evening show!"

"Volunteers, please remember to report to the designated station. I repeat...Volunteers, please remember to report to the designated station. If you see anyone with a volunteer badge hanging out on the dance floor, we will directly We will escort you out without exception or excuse."

It is said that sports are wars in peaceful times, but in fact live performances are even more blood-curdling battles. Just hearing the call from the walkie-talkie that passed by her made Madison's mood, which had finally calmed down, become excited again. The heart beating violently in her chest, the adrenaline soaring crazily from her lower back, and the blood that spread to her limbs like fire, made her enter a state of selflessness almost instantly. There seemed to be a huge glass bottle that covered her whole body, making the noisy sounds around her become distorted and unreal, and also extending the narrow corridor in front of her infinitely.

It wasn't until she reached the elevator entrance and saw Zhao Youzhen and Han Yi waiting there that the glass bottle covering her was broken.

"Hey, Yuzhen." Madison hugged her manager carefully, making sure that the makeup she had just touched up would not rub on the other person's suit. After letting go of You Zhen, she glanced at Han Yi with a smile, and pouted imperceptibly, "Boss... I didn't expect you to be here."

"What do you mean you didn't expect me to be here?" Han Yi stared back, then couldn't help but chuckle, "Shouldn't I be at your performance?"

"It should be there, but it's not there every time." Madison shook her index finger, and she knew the scale of the joke very well. When outsiders are around, she always behaves quite decently. She doesn't look like a clingy person who hangs out on Han Yi whenever she finds an opportunity. "I'm very sad. After Florida, my boss never looked at me again." of live performances.”

"Part of the reason is because I was too busy before, and I couldn't always get the performance schedule and work schedule together." Han Yi seemed to have expected what Madison would say after seeing him, and he had already prepared a countermeasure. "Another part of the reason is because...those performances are all organized by others."

"Today's game is ours."

"That's right..." Madison seemed to like Han Yi's choice of words, "It is indeed our own."

"You should know the significance of this set. Tracy McGrady, you, Yuzhen, me, and everyone standing behind you have worked hard to present a new Madison Beer in Las Vegas. You should keep it all in mind and never forget it.”

"So, of course I'll be here, watching you make our show your own."

Having said this, Han Yi stretched out the back of his hand and placed it in front of Madison.

"Everyone, come together, Madison on three...one, two, three..."

"Madison!"

First Madison folded his hands, then Zhao Youzhen, Dylan Backman, Jeff Spendel, Oli Blistan who came over, and all the staff who could squeeze into the circle in the backstage passage at the moment. . They pressed their overlapping hands downwards, and then threw them high into the air, like countless fireworks in full bloom.

Pre-Game Huddle, everyone gathers together before a performance to encourage each other. It is a must-have formation ceremony for all bloodless wars, including sports events and music performances.

The first performance of the first Mad City Music Festival, a legendary overture, naturally requires such a ceremony to play the first string of notes that the audience cannot hear.

The backstage passage was full of jubilation. Even Zhao Youzhen, who was usually serious about his words, looked at the forest of unity made of palms above his head, with a smile like a flower and starry eyes flashing, as if the music festival had come to a successful and grand conclusion.

Therefore, no one noticed that Han Yi's hand, which was pressed down at the bottom, was not raised into the air like the others after it was released, but was pushed to Madison's eyes.

"Don't forget I prepared a gift for you."

"I'll give it to you after the show."

"Break a leg!"

Three lines of words were written in bold black marker.

Madison's expression froze after seeing the content clearly. Just when she was about to ask, Han Yi retracted his palm, took a step back, folded his hands on his chest at the edge of the crowd, and looked at her with a smile.

"Five minutes to Madison."

"There are still five minutes left! Everyone is on your feet!"

Ori Blistan's voice restored orderly chaos in the backstage passage, and the staff scattered and quickly returned to their jobs. Later, the director of Han Live Music Festival smiled a rare gentle smile and said to Madison:

"Are you ready, Maddie? Five more minutes."

"Our crazy city is waiting for you to open the door."

"I……"

Madison took a deep look at Han Yi, then withdrew his gaze and nodded firmly.

"Ready."

"Okay, I know we have rehearsed three times, but I still have to remind you, Maddie. The way you perform at this music festival is completely different from your previous performances. You need to take this elevator and don't press any buttons. It It will automatically rise to the floor you want to go to."

Oli Blistan held the open elevator door with his hand and repeated the precautions very quickly.

"As soon as you enter the elevator, squat down immediately, and squat down when you get out of the elevator. Behind you is the Hollywood sign. There will be many people looking here. You don't want to be discovered before the pre-heating video is finished... ...Safety rope, still the same principle, don't touch it, don't take care of it, the stage manager will help you install it... When you hear the command 'you're good to go', pull it hard again to make sure it is really fastened. Got it ?"

"understood."

"After the first song is performed, countless fireworks, flames and smoke will be released from both sides of the mountain to help you cover up your figure. You have two minutes to take the elevator back here, and then run with all your strength... you know, run! Here we go. The side of the stage can catch up with the connection of the second song. Don’t worry about the breath, the backup vocal track is already prepared and will help you directly into the main song. I have sung "Cold Water" countless times, I believe you have not questionable."

"No problem, don't worry."

Madison took a deep breath, walked into the elevator, turned around, and crouched down.

"Atta girl." Ori lowered his head, looked at Madison, and his voice even became softer and more delicate.

"It's gonna be very fun...and I want you to have fun, okay?"

"Okay."

Madison straightened the messy hair scattered on her shoulders, then raised her head and smiled brightly.

"wait me back."

When he said this, McGrady's eyes were clearly not on Ori.

"We'll wait for you to come back." Ori noticed Madison's wandering eyes, but he just thought the girl was a little nervous, so he just averted his eyes and didn't think much about it. As the chief director of the scene, he did not have the time to guess the meaning of a certain look.

He let go of his arm holding the elevator and watched Madison slowly disappear behind two metal doors.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Festival goers, and fellow festival goers! It's the official ten-minute countdown to Mad City's exciting show moments. As the show team makes final preparations, we'd like to remind everyone that for the better To enjoy the festival safely, please stay hydrated, be aware of your surroundings and support each other. Remember, your safety and enjoyment are our top priority."

“So find your spot, get ready to dance, and let’s create some unforgettable memories together!”

"The show starts in ten minutes!"

"See you on stage!"

　I will try to write another chapter today! Thank you to the leader of Magnemite 111!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)