"The first two rehearsals were fine, but later on, with audience interaction, if there's no piano accompaniment, along with your voice, it naturally won't be the perfect state. — Or are you afraid that you're not in good shape, affecting your performance?"
Yu Zexiao's eyes widened. Him, not in good shape? What a joke!
He might be off during acting, but singing—he absolutely would not be!
"I'll do it."
The corners of his soft lips parted, simply uttering two words. Although they weren't arrogant, within that calmness lay an implicit air of entitlement and dominance.
Taking the microphone, the familiar electric current travelled from the palm of his hand straight to his heart.
All of his songs, all of his music, he wrote them himself—word by word—including the theme song for "Rock Youth." Composing gave his music a soul, and compared to that dummy who spent his days figuring out plots on set, the stage and music suited him better!
