TO SHOU WITH LOVE

66 - MENTOR COLLABORATION

After all the bands finished their performances, it was time to announce the voting results.

The big screen displayed the online votes each band received one by one.

Every time a band that advanced was announced, there would be a burst of applause and cheers from the audience below the stage.

Sailub looked at the big screen behind the stage.

From eighth place to third place, he hadn’t heard the words “Asperatus” once.

Although judging from the live reactions, Asperatus probably ranked in the top two, he still felt somewhat uneasy.

After all, in the matter of signing the contract, Thanapon did not heed Ping’s intentions, and even offended him. If Ping continued to tamper with the voting system…

“The voting results for the last two bands will be announced simultaneously. They are,” the host raised his voice, “the second-place band, Urban Collapse, received a total of 4,986,241 online votes, and the winner of this PK match, the Asperatus band, received a total of 5,862,588 votes!”

The numbers flashed on the big screen, and the entire venue erupted into deafening cheers.

Before this, although there had been several bursts of cheers in the venue, none had been as loud as this one.

Seeing the nearly one million vote difference on the screen, Sailub breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that Ping hadn’t tampered with the voting numbers in this competition.

Whether it was because Uncle Tao had intervened or because he didn’t dare to be too reckless after eliminating Asperatus in the previous round and being criticized by the audience, it didn’t matter.

In any case, the result was good enough.

When he withdrew his gaze from the big screen, Sailub couldn’t help but glance in Thanapon’s direction again.

In the past, when the results were announced, almost everyone in the audience would turn to look at the screen, while only Thanapon seemed to have no interest in whether he advanced or not.

But this time, Thanapon was slightly turned, looking back at the numbers on the big screen.

Was it because he finally had the idea to move forward?

Sailub wondered, it was time to move forward, and further.

He had a feeling that he was witnessing the grand opening of Thanapon’s life, just like watching himself standing on the stage of the Ramira Music Festival when he was nineteen.

What would twenty-nine-year-old Thanapon be like ten years later?

He would probably be standing on an even bigger stage, receiving more applause and cheers.

And all the things about this variety show would probably blur into a memory with only a few fragments left.

What would his thirty-nine-year-old self be like?

Would he still be making music? Would he still be able to make music?

Sensing that Thanapon was about to turn around, Sailub withdrew his gaze from him.

According to the script, after the voting results were announced, the host would say some closing words, then briefly interact with the mentors, and the recording of this show would be over.

But just as the cheers from the audience gradually subsided and the host was about to make closing remarks, a staff member hurriedly walked down the aisle in front of the mentor’s seat and handed him a cue card.