TO SHOU WITH LOVE

109 - PESSIMISTIC

The road became somewhat bumpy, and the car swayed back and forth, suddenly feeling like they were back on the way to that concert.

The retreating shadows of trees turned into lines of fans waiting in queues.

Upon seeing Sailub in the car, the crowd erupted into bursts of screams.

Getting out of the car, Sailub smiled and greeted the fans.

Accompanied by security personnel, he entered the venue.

This concert had been prepared for a month in advance, and Sailub had rehearsed several times to ensure that the performance would be flawless.

With just half an hour left before the ticket inspection, Sailub stood in the center of the stage, conducting the final sound check before the show.

As staff confirmed the monitor volume with him, Bright walked over from backstage.

His hair was wet, and there was a look of concern on his face.

"It was sunny just now, but suddenly it started raining. The weather forecast didn't say it would rain today..."

"It's raining?" Sailub was taken aback. "Is it heavy?"

"It's not light. It's pouring rain, and there's no telling when it will stop."

"What about the fans waiting outside..."

"They're all getting soaked," Bright said helplessly. "Luckily, they're carrying umbrellas, but such heavy rain isn't much help. How about here? If everything's ready, shall we let the fans in early?"

"I'm fine," Sailub said. "Let's have the fans come in for ticket inspection."

"Okay," Bright agreed and added, "After getting wet in the rain, the fans might have some complaints. Make sure to reassure them before the show starts.

"I know," Sailub nodded.

After Bright left, Sailub continued the sound check on stage.

Feeling somewhat uneasy because of the rain, during the sound check, he heard that familiar buzzing sound in his ears again.

However, when he took off the in-ear monitors, the buzzing disappeared, making Sailub suspect that it was just his imagination.

He had already undergone surgery, and the doctors said all the indicators had returned to normal.

There shouldn't be any problems... he reassured himself.

However, standing in the backstage area of the stage, watching the audience entering one by one, gradually filling the seats of the stadium, his anxiety became more apparent, more severe than ever before.

Bright came over, seeing Sailub's anxious and uneasy expression again, he confirmed his condition with some concern, and asked very seriously if he wanted to play the prerecorded version from the rehearsal.

Of course, Sailub refused. He wouldn't allow lip-syncing to happen to him, and he knew that once exposed, he would incur great infamy.

He didn't want to be criticized, he wanted all the love that had once fallen on him to return.

As the concert began as scheduled, standing in the center of the stage, Sailub looked at the fluorescent sticks waving below.

The blue fluorescent sticks formed a starry sea of lights.

The two words "Sailub Hemmawich" were shouted hoarsely by tens of thousands of fans, echoing throughout the vast venue, deafening to the ears.

In the past few months, the media has continuously criticized Sailub, saying he is "on the decline" and predicting that he would cancel the annual debut anniversary concert he has been holding since his debut.