The Planet Yin Joint Arts Performance wasn't considered a major event on Planet Yin, but it was a rare entertainment event. Those who weren't on assignment or on vacation would come to watch it live. Those who couldn't make it could watch the live broadcast.
The live broadcast was limited to certain regions of Planet Yin. People outside of Planet Yin couldn't see it, and the recorded footage wouldn't be released online.
Even if authoritative media outlets from Earth came to take photos, they had to go through a vetting process before they could be released online. Too many important people had to be protected and couldn't show their faces.
A gold-badge engineer like Yuan Zheng had a sensitive identity that couldn't be made public. He needed someone to protect him and hide his identity when traveling to Earth for an exchange or on vacation.
Therefore, Fang Zhao and the other invited artists were once again reminded of the rules of confidentiality.
The audience entered the venue one after another.
Little Bear had originally come with Goudan and Gousheng, but the robo-dog couldn't enter the venue and could only stay outside. Little Bear himself entered the venue to watch the performance. Recently, no one had been bothering him. He had run over to watch Fang Zhao and the orchestra rehearse a few times out of boredom. As long as that dog wasn't around, he didn't know what the word "scared" meant.
Besides Little Bear, Fang Zhao's die-hard fan, "Second Generation" Yuan Zheng, wouldn't miss this performance either. He had come along with a few older engineers from the research institute.
Yuan Zheng had even brought along a gift he had made for Fang Zhao. The fleet model he had made had been detained during security checks and had only been given out as a spare part.
He had actually only given out a spare part as a gift to his idol. It was a huge regret in his career as an idol chaser!
Therefore, he had taken some time to make a complete model. Although it couldn't compare to the fleet model he had made previously and there was only one of it, it had finally passed the numerous security checks. He had to deliver it before Fang Zhao left. He had heard that the invited artists would be leaving after the performance.
There were a few older people sitting next to Yuan Zheng. They weren't all interested in the performance. They were here for their children, who were going to perform on stage.
"Our kid is also going to perform. He usually looks rough. I wonder how well he can play the piano."
"My granddaughter is going on stage too! We have to take more photos later! "
"Are you guys talking about the performance Fang Zhao is participating in?" someone in the front row asked.
"Fang Zhao? I know him too. He's the composer who played the game 'Founding Era' and is very good at it, right? "
"Yes, yes! This time, it's a song that Fang Zhao adapted. You should have heard it before. It's the longest song at the end of "Founding Era"! I can't remember what it's called. It's not easy! "
"That song is called 'Legend'. The original version is very difficult. Can these girls play it well? Maybe Fang Zhao lowered the difficulty when he edited it. I wonder how it compares to the original version. "
"Nonsense! The difficulty did not decrease! It definitely hasn't been lowered! "A parent stubbornly said. In fact, in his heart, he was thinking that as long as the performance of his child's performance was still acceptable, he would brag as much as he could! In any case, he wasn't a professional, so there was no need to have such high expectations. Besides, he didn't understand whether the music was difficult or not, and whether it had meaning!
There were many people waiting behind the stage.
Fang Zhao's program was ranked third, closer to the front.
At this moment, even the most lively members of the band were quiet.
The young man who was always talking about "zither duel" and "duel" wiped the sweat off his forehead and took a deep breath.
Nervous! Very nervous!
There were many elders present! His family knew that he was going to perform on stage. Almost everyone who could come had come!
If he messed up, not only would he drag the band down, but he would also lose face in front of everyone. What would he do? This loss wouldn't just be a loss of face for his own family. It would also affect Planet Yin's reputation!
He turned to look at the others.
Hehe, very good. It's all the same. The brother sitting by the wall looked calm on the surface, but his fingers had already tapped his knee for the umpteenth time. His heart wasn't calm!
Then he looked at Fang Zhao.
"Big Brother Zhao, are you nervous?" a young man asked.
"I'm not nervous," Fang Zhao replied.
The others looked over and carefully studied Fang Zhao's expression. They couldn't tell whether his calmness was fake or not.
Artists who were invited for the first time, even some of the older artists, would have huge emotional fluctuations when faced with the audience. It wasn't necessarily because they were timid, but because they were overly excited or worried about personal gains and losses that affected their performance.
Some people guessed that Fang Zhao was definitely nervous. However, regardless of what Fang Zhao was really thinking, at least Fang Zhao appeared calm on the surface. This calmed everyone down.
After a few days of rehearsal, the standard of their performance couldn't be considered perfect. However, compared to when they first started, they had improved a lot.
They were all youngsters, so it was easy for conflicts to arise when they were emotional. However, because Fang Zhao was standing there, the orchestra didn't get into a mess.
It was almost time for the performance. The staff backstage called out to the orchestra to get ready.
"String section, woodwind section, brass section, percussion section, special section …"
The entire orchestra, including Fang Zhao, changed their hairstyles and costumes within ten minutes.
Fang Zhao took some time to contact Yan Biao again. After confirming that Curly Hair was fine, he focused on the upcoming performance.
Fang Zhao smiled as he glanced at the nervous orchestra members waiting to go on stage. What he loved the most was the glow in the eyes of this group of children when they performed. If they didn't truly love music, they wouldn't be able to express such emotions during their performance.
"Perform seriously. All of you are the best," Fang Zhao said to the orchestra.
"Of course!" The orchestra members straightened their backs.
This group of people had the best performing skills among their peers. If they weren't outstanding enough, how could they have been selected to perform on stage?
If they weren't the best, then who was?
No! Yes! People!
Afraid?
Nonexistent!
It was all a misconception!
How could Planet Yin have such emotions as fear?
It was just that they hadn't adjusted their state of mind!
The group of people had been suppressing their emotions and had been waiting for the stage to release them.
But when they really got on stage, their minds were empty. Even if their hands had trembled due to nervousness and their expressions had been stiff due to their imaginations, it had become a conditioned reflex when they touched the instruments. What supported them was still the true passion in their hearts.
Fang Zhao solemnly picked up the conductor's baton and went on stage with the orchestra members.
This performance wasn't considered grand or extravagant, but it was an extremely special one. Many of the audience members might not be known to outsiders for their entire lives. No matter how great the honor, it could only be made public after many years.
And the youngsters here had also chosen this path.
Orchestra conductors all had their own styles. Some were cold on the outside but warm on the inside, hiding all their passion in their hearts. Some exposed their emotions and used even more exaggerated body movements to convey their emotions.
Fang Zhao was very calm when he conducted. All his passion was already in the score and transmitted through this group of young, non-professional performers.
When he had participated in Mo Lang's composition, Fang Zhao had looked at people from the Period of Destruction. But this time, when he had adapted "Legend," he had looked at people from the New Era.
Because the target was different, the mood when composing was different.
Mo Lang's "Legend" talked about the past.
Fang Zhao's adapted "Legend" talked about the present and the future.
It had started from the Old Era, passed through the long Period of Destruction, and arrived at the present 500 years later.
It was just like a tired bird that had found a branch to rest on after drifting for a long time. It watched as the tree withered and came back to life.
Under the laws of nature, green and yellow slipped away, leaves fluttered, and the old and the new alternated.
After waiting for a long time, it was finally time for it to blossom.
How gratifying!
There were many people on Planet Yin, but in Fang Zhao's eyes, they were still children. They were too young. On Planet Yin, besides the "Second Generation Breaker" genius engineer Yuan Zheng, there were many other outstanding youngsters.
The us of the past belonged to history, while the present belonged to the future! They belonged to the distant! They belonged to the sea of stars!!
Those high-spirited youngsters, those geniuses who had appeared out of nowhere, brought along some immature impetuousness and quick-wittedness, and carried a will as sharp as the edge of a blade as they whizzed through the tides of the era!
The youngsters of the Period of Destruction might have been on the brink of collapse, silently repressed. Perhaps they might have sunk into hysterical madness, unbridled, or perhaps they might have broken through the shackles in their hearts and created a legendary life. Regardless of the situation, they faced a constant threat to their survival.
And the children of Planet Yin no longer needed to face that. They loved the stars, loved the fleets that traveled, had a universe in their hearts, and faced dreams and the future. This was another legend.
Each era had its own theme, and each generation had its own mission.
Life was hurried, but it wouldn't be indifferent because it was hurried.
Holding a torch and facing the wind, they would begin the magnificent movement of life!
The door to an expedition had already been opened, and the entire world was throbbing with excitement for them!
Walk forward resolutely, walk forward bravely!
Beneath your feet is the universe of stars, and in front of you is limitless dreams!
Limitless expectations! Countless possibilities!
Thoughts flew at a speed exceeding 300,000 kilometers per second. What they encountered was a future that couldn't be described on paper and pen!
This was a dazzling era!
Torch inheritance.
Stars twinkled.
The past had passed, and the future had arrived.
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