Xia Zhaoyun had it a bit easier than the others; He Qingran brought her lunch upstairs.
After eating, she sat at the piano and played through the piece. After a morning of refinement, the music's soul sprang to life. It felt as if it was no longer controlled by her fingers, ready to leap out and run wild through the world.
"Ranran, we're going to need your help again," Xia Zhaoyun said with a smile, counting on her fingers. "We need to record the score, and the girls have to add their voice-overs. It'll take quite a few sessions."
He Qingran poked her on the forehead. "Yunyun, are you being formal with me? Forget about our friendship for a second—the troupe is taking this show so seriously that they'd require every department to help you anyway."
