"Used to sing when you were little?"
"Does that mean you never practiced?"
"Oh my God, you actually dare to play like this?"
"Awesome!"
...
Soon, someone brought the lute up.
Senior Sister took the lute, an ancient-looking instrument that seemed somewhat out of place on such a modern stage.
"Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, right," Senior Sister brushed her fingers over it and said, "Let me try."
Then, a beautiful sound started flowing through the speakers all around.
Unlike guitars or other instruments that can be connected to the sound system, the lute had to rely on live mics.
Luckily, the microphone Shi Mei personally chose was of great quality, so of course, the sound collection was beyond discussion.
Shi Mei gently strummed the lute, "Hmm, how does the first line go?"
"Who brought it!"
"The ancient call!"
"Who left it behind!"
The audience began frantically prompting, and Shi Mei laughed lightly. Soon, the quaint, unusual sound of classical music filled the entire bar.
