It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

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The lively atmosphere gradually subsided. Although the guests' chatter seemed to be quiet for some reason, it still couldn't hide the joy that was about to burst out.

The layout clearly indicated this was a bar. Technically, it was a "livehouse." To one side of the venue, a massive stage was set up, equipped with a host of equipment, ready for performances.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the stage in the middle, probably because they already knew that there would be an excellent performance here.

Suddenly, all the lights dimmed. The crowd's voices also completely stopped along with the background music, no longer making any noise.

And the scene that responds to their expectations will naturally appear in due time.

A burst of joyful, rhythmic, yet carefree music unfolded like a peacock in the afternoon, its feathers spread out in full force. It instantly captivated everyone's ears and drew their gaze to a corner of the stage. A saxophone player, swaying seductively, also appeared in everyone's sight.

He was short and a bit stocky, but his physique still managed to move with remarkable agility. He wore a serious suit, a gentleman's hat, and sunglasses. His playful movements, however, seemed to have a certain charm, perhaps due to the music.

A few beats later, another spotlight swung down, landing on the drummer, standing opposite her. She was a head taller than the saxophonist, with long, brown hair cascading down her sides. Her equally serious outfit perfectly matched the sunglasses that had fallen from her nose. Adjusting her glasses from the moment she appeared on stage was a deliberate yet memorable image. With a dashing toss of her head, her bold, oversized earrings swayed, lending her a flirtatious air.

Then, the guitarist gradually revealed himself. He looked tough and stern, his eyes fixed on his guitar. He seemed the most serious of the group, but this also created a playful contrast, making people feel that he could do something.

Our bassist, of course, couldn't hide in the darkness either. The guitar, with its cool, streamlined design and a striking blue-purple gradient, was held in the hands of a hunched, youthful-looking girl. Her sunglasses were also tilted slightly forward, and her sharp eyes, combined with the lollipop in her mouth, created a dramatic atmosphere. Combined with her unique gold chain, she looked quite striking.

The keyboardist, in a prominent position on the stage, slowly emerged. Her expression was calm, devoid of any unnecessary emotion, yet her fingers moved with a magical technique, plucking the strings and stirring the audience's heartstrings with her graceful presence on stage.

Finally, as the light gradually grew warmer, a unique figure emerged, stealing the audience's attention. Her lips curled upwards as she emerged, and she immediately removed her sunglasses, tossing them outside the venue, revealing a face that seemed perfectly suited to the sunny stage, a confident yet flirtatious beauty.

A smile lurked in the corners of her eyes, her eyebrows deliberately twisted, bringing down the cheerful sunshine and the lights on the field. Her white hair was braided into a large, wavy pattern that fell down beside her face, making her look even more gorgeous despite her frivolous appearance.

Golden eyes, full of passion. Our dancer, who is also the lead singer, took the microphone as soon as he came out, took the stage away from the prelude, and began to sing loudly,

My sweetheart loves to dance,

This isn't a bad thing.

But I lack love.

Andthatsnolie.

This is not a lie,

We are in 9 Jinshan,

At every kind of disco,

Having fun in various discos,

That night,

Our love goodbye.

I kissed her goodbye.

The lyrics were high-pitched, but the mood was relatively calm, rising gradually from a humorous and cheerful tone. Our lead singer simply reached out to the audience, interacting with them while gently swaying her body to the rhythm of the song. Love grew stronger with the rock music, and she carried the rich emotions from the audience's gaze to herself.

Don't blame the sun,

Don't blame the moon,

Don't blame the good times,

Blameitontheboogie.

It's all swing music, unforgivable.

Don't blame the sun,

Don't blame the moonlight,

Don't blame the good times,

Blameitontheboogie.

Blame rock music.

She stepped forward, her body swayed, and the posture of her upper body became more and more wild, which not only had a certain sense of power but also heated up the atmosphere by several degrees.

She raised her left hand, pressed her fingers downward, and bent one leg. Her other hand rested on the brim of her hat, holding it down, but even that couldn't obscure her fiery gaze. By this point, the audience was completely captivated by her dancing, as if the rock and roll dance had emerged from the music and taken control of the audience's feet.

After this part, she stood on tiptoe, jumped up slightly, and started running around a certain area of the stage. She frowned, slapped her hands hard on the bassist's shoulders, bent down, and sang loudly.

But sometimes I don't know why I get fascinated by it.

The magical melody is moving,

Onmyfeet.

Between my feet,

I was finally reborn.

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Seeing the light shining on myself,

Mybabyjustcanttake,

The eyes of my beloved,

Hereyesoffme.

Can't get it off me.

The bassist also swayed slightly to the rhythm of the music, his petite figure becoming increasingly agile, but he couldn't help but give our overly enthusiastic lead singer a cold look. The lead singer, in turn, was unceremonious. He stopped singing and directly pushed the bassist away. The latter stumbled, his eyes filled with shock, as if to say, "This isn't rehearsed!"

The lead singer leaped forward, instantly filling the vacated space, causing the audience to smile even more brightly. She then belted out the chorus lyrics once again.

Don't blame the sun,

Don't blame the moon,

Don't blame the good times,

Blameitontheboogie.

It's all swing music, unforgivable.

Don't blame the sun,

Don't blame the moonlight,

Don't blame the good times,

Blameitontheboogie.

Blame rock music.

As she sang, she also interacted with the other members on the stage. Her eyes were sharp, and she pointed with both hands. The saxophonist quickly returned a look, shook her shoulders, and swung out with a series of small jumps.

The lead singer crossed her legs and rubbed them on the ground, then pointed her fingers at the drummer. The drummer naturally shook his upper body, and his big wavy hair swayed along with her increasingly explosive drumbeats, which was very lively.

After that, she sprinted in place again. The guitarist behind her immediately understood her intention, raised his guitar high with both hands, and spun around in a circle without giving up. Finally, the lead singer, with light steps, approached the keyboardist. The latter casually flipped his hair and waved his hands twice in a cool rhythm, bringing the interlude to a close.

The lead singer was very satisfied, smiling, and walking briskly, pulling the bassist with him and swaggering towards the front of the stage, singing

I can't control it.

I can't take care of my feet.

I can't, I can't,

I can't control my feet.

I can't I can't,

I can't control my feet.

I can't I can't,

I can't control my feet (ugh).

It was humorous and frenzied, yet possessed a very beautiful rhythm. This was rock and dance, "rock and dance." She freely displayed her brilliance, leading the audience to swing their arms along, then howled deeply and sang out loud,

Don't blame the sun,

Don't blame the Crescent Moon Fairy,

Dononthegoodtimes,

Nor do we blame the good times,

Blameitontheboogie,

It's all rock music's fault.

It's not the sun's fault,

It's not the moonlight's fault.

Dononthegoodtimes,

Anyway, it’s not Happy Hour’s fault.

Blameitontheboogie,

You tell me! If not rock music, who should we blame?

At this point in the song, she looked up at the sky, and raised her hands to the sides, her lower body arched forward, her waist arched backward, and her whole body seemed to have reached the highest level. At the same moment, the light around her gradually dimmed, the music faded, and a light harmony sounded.

Ow(Sunshine),

Oh sunshine,

Ooh (Moonlight),

Oh, moonlight,

Yeah (Good times),

()y happy,

Mmm (Boogie),

Um, swing music,

You just need sunshine.

Yeah (Moonlight),

耶，

(Goodtimes),

Hahaha,

Goodtimes(Boogie),

Come and play.

The harmony naturally came from her fellow performers. And the waves of ethereal cheers echoed with her gentle swaying. She swayed her body, blending ever more closely with the resurgent rhythm, extending an invitation to the audience. She was dressed in black, but her sleeves, lifted, shone like fire.

She playfully pinned the brim of her hat to her cheek, then threw it out, prompting a flurry of scrambling. She didn't stop there, even pulling off her tie and playing with it, letting her whole body drift along with her hair...

You just need sunshine.

Yeah (Moonlight),

耶，

(Goodtimes),

Hahaha,

Goodtimes(Boogie),

Come and play,

Stop making excuses.

You just need to...

You just want to...

Yeah, oh (Boogie),

Yeah,