Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 404 Admission
The monastery band's performance came to an end; their main part concluded here. Afterward, aside from occasionally coming up for a brief interlude, they would play some more soothing pieces near the end, fitting the overall style of the performance.

Apart from a few brief chats during breaks, the performance consisted of almost non-stop playing, singing, and dancing for a full two hours, making this segment feel like a solo performance by the monastery band.

However, neither the audience nor other musicians complained at this time.

The performance was so powerful and the music so intense that even seasoned professionals in the field were unconsciously moved by the performance.

Or perhaps it's precisely because they're in the same industry that they can better appreciate the quality of these pieces. This performance alone could lead to the release of multiple albums. Judging from the enthusiasm at the event, it's foreseeable that they'll be sold out in the future.

Several well-known music charts in Beijing will likely be dominated by this for some time.

Now, even some musicians who weren't won over by the Monastery Orchestra during rehearsals have lost all will to suppress their performance.

No, going up on this kind of stage to fight people, and even having the rhythm of the fight perfectly match the beat of the music, are you trying to make a stick figure fighting animation?

In addition, with the changes in style of different songs and the diverse changes in scene effects, each song seems to take the audience into different dimensions, overcoming various difficulties and defeating various powerful enemies—referring to the hardworking backup dancers.

They can't even compare to that level of skill.

Fortunately, a grand feast shouldn't consist of just the main course; these side dishes and desserts should also be served to give the audience some variety.

Even though these superstars looked like nobody compared to the Monastery Band's performance, they were still established artists and it was impossible for them to be stage-frightened. They also had loyal fans—although fans don't have to be loyal to just one band.

After the monastery band's thank-you performance, they left the stage amidst shouts of "One more song!" from many fans who were still eager for more.

Zheng grabbed the leg of a "backup dancer" who hadn't been knocked off the stage and dragged her away, all while waving to the audience, which drew a lot of laughter.

The next young singer preparing to take the stage is under a lot of pressure.

I'm taking on a performance for the monastery band?
While this wave of popularity is great, the timing of these matches is just awful!
"Keep it up." Tao Zhi, who was the first to pass by him, nodded to him with a peaceful smile.

Gao Song yawned and walked by, not looking at him but saying softly, "Keep it up."

Mora walked over and nodded at him with a smile.

Then it was Doris's turn: "Don't be too nervous, everyone is very friendly."

The young singer felt refreshed and inspired, even becoming a fan of the Monastery Band, whose vibrant spirit inspired him to follow suit.

Everyone was so friendly, especially Miss Doris; seeing her up close was absolutely hilarious...

"What are you daydreaming about, laughing like an idiot? It's your turn." A muffled electronic voice suddenly rang out, and a terrifying, bald-faced robot priest dragged a corpse past.

The young singer shuddered.

Now I got nervous again, and with encouragement from acquaintances nearby, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go on stage.

Under the curious gaze of the other musicians backstage, several people in the uniforms of the Disposal Bureau quickly came over, took the body from Zheng Fan, paid their respects and thanked the members of the Monastery Band, and then quickly tidied up and carried the body away.

"Would you like some water?" Mora asked, offering a glass of water.

Gao Song took the water bottle and looked at Tao Zhi: "You were slacking off when you were playing 'The Road of Thorns', weren't you?"

"Don't insult me ​​with bass jokes, you bastard! You were just too hyped up during your improvisation. Even if Mora slacked off, I wouldn't have slacked off." Tao Zhi muttered as he took out his phone, wanting to check the trending topics about their performance online.

"What do you mean?" Mora was handing Doris water when she was suddenly asked this question and looked completely bewildered.

“That piece was originally Gao Song’s signature piece, and Mora’s accompaniment was excellent,” Doris chimed in.

stab.

A flash of electricity streaked across the guitar. Zheng Fan said, "The strings need to be changed. This is the first time we've experienced this level of intensity. It's a bit too much for a regular electric guitar."

So that lightning wasn't a special effect after all!

The musicians watching from the sidelines were screaming in their hearts.

This guitar was used as a hammer, axe, sword, broadsword, magic wand, shield, and even as the levitating "pole" for Zheng Fan's pole dancing in the recent performance.

Is it ordinary? Or just "barely passable"?

Many musicians feel that their understanding of musical instruments has been trampled by dump trucks.

An electric guitar is not such an inconvenient thing.

At this moment, only one person dared to speak to this magical, no, almost fantastical band. That was, of course, Jeremiah. After his makeup was done, Jeremiah maintained his signature single ponytail, looking dashing and handsome, yet the melancholic air in his eyes remained undeniable—a quality that even ordinary idol boy bands could hardly match. "Amazing, even more perfect than I imagined," he said to Doris and Zheng Fan.

After a polite moment of modesty, Doris said, "You've only decided to sing one song in the end?"

Jerome nodded slightly: "Although I feel a little sorry for the fans, in my current state, it would be difficult for me to perform at 100% even when singing other songs, so I want to put all my energy into this song during this period."

Other musicians who were eavesdropping: ?
Dude, weren't you in a bad state during the previous rehearsals?

After being repeatedly shocked, the older generation of musicians could only manage a wry smile: "Young people these days are truly terrifying."

If you lived in the same era as them, you would probably be suppressed for life.

Doris said, "We're ready too, the accompaniment won't disappoint you."

Jermel said, "I have never doubted you... your strength, and the past two hours have only strengthened my belief in that."

After saying that, Jeremiah returned to his seat, not watching any other performances, but simply closing his eyes gently. It wasn't an act; he had been working day and night for some time, focusing entirely on finishing his sister's music, and had just managed to watch the Monastery Orchestra's performance—he was truly exhausted.

It's time to catch up on sleep.

As for nervousness, there was a bit before it started, but after watching the Monastery Band's performance, that feeling had already vanished.

……

The performance venue was very well maintained, but with the Monastery band's performance coming to an end, the pressure on the handling department also increased, because there was no one to handle the additional high-risk targets for them.

At first, Doris said she could share the burden, but the Bureau tried to dissuade her, citing reasons such as safety concerns and the idea being too outrageous.

Now that the burden has been shared, they are starting to miss the days when they didn't have to run around and fight with some troublesome guys.

But this is all part of their job, so there's no reason to complain. They even beat people up while performing, so how can they, who specialize in beating people up, be outdone?

Everyone was holding their breath, and the thought that their families were also watching the performance made them fight even more fiercely.

Yes, this performance is a fairy tale, but it is also a fairy tale that all of them worked their hardest to create for Dadu after the disaster.

Hong Yiyi's bullets riddled the person in front of her with holes. After several hours of fighting, his clothes were slightly torn, but he himself was unharmed.

Breathe out gently.

Although there were many people coming, constantly appearing like an endless stream, what was more troublesome for her was that they would change the direction of their invasion from time to time.

The Bureau's lockdown was very comprehensive. Although she was the only chief present, the Bureau wasn't only staffed by highly skilled individuals.

Many people secretly rushed from all over the capital to Nolan Street to provide reinforcements, which was enough to alleviate the pressure.

However, a stadium, a landmark building with open spaces and many high points, is inherently difficult for the defending side, as the opponent's continuous offensive can indeed wear down the defense.

"Reporting to the chief, the Black Cult has appeared! Wait, the Earthquake Cult is here too, just as expected! And the Pure White Cult, the Crying Cult..."

Hong Yiyi's eyes narrowed.

The real challenge seems to be on its way.

These previously inconspicuous sects have flourished in the aftermath of the disaster, thriving despite attempts to eradicate them, and holding views on the world that differ from mainstream societies.

They would naturally not miss such an opportunity to promote themselves to the entire capital; on the contrary, they were extremely eager to obtain it.

Unable to break through after a prolonged siege, they prepared to enter the fray.

However, just as Hong Yiyi was about to order the mobilization of manpower to deal with the situation and was about to rush to the most urgent direction herself, an unfamiliar female voice suddenly interrupted the channel.

"I have arrived."

On the distant Nolan Tower, a landmark building that projects the power of the lighthouse's light, the lighthouse's light source, which is revered by people, is now being casually trampled underfoot by a figure.

The Pure White Lighthouse staff member who was assisting with the operation wanted to rebuke the other party, but as a hidden Pure White advocate, he was surprised to find that he had an impulse to worship this "blasphemer".

The woman, dressed in pure white, gazed silently at the brightly lit stadium in the distance, her dark gray eyes devoid of emotion.

(End of this chapter)