The next day, at one o'clock in the afternoon, backstage.
Qin Xiaobao sat on the sofa, looking at the performance list in his hand, memorizing the order of song performances.
The advantage of a small theater is that it is free. Fifteen songs and three hours are not enough to fill up, so there are some chat and game sessions in the middle.
There are only a few people, so it doesn’t matter if you arrange whatever you want, and you don’t have to worry about anything going wrong.
You can also communicate at close range.
There are also disadvantages. There is no teleprompter, no gorgeous lights, stage effects and a band. There are too many things that are not available. The most important thing is that it does not make money.
To be precise, Qin Xiaobao's concert lost money.
Take today's performance as an example. The theater can seat a total of 330 people. In fact, 270 free tickets were issued. The rent for one and a half days, 5,000, and the cost of more than a dozen staff members...
Not everything depends on profit, and now we are not living in the suburbs of Shanghai where we are not short of money.
Furthermore, it is still beneficial to Qin Xiaobao personally, so there is no need to care too much.
Xiaoming unscrewed the bottle of water and handed it over.
Qin Xiaobao said thank you: "What's going on outside?"
"Already starting to enter the market."
Xiaoming picked up the camera on the table and took a photo of his boss. There were many staff accompanying him, and his task was mainly to record.
This is Qin Xiaobao's first concert. Although the scale is a bit small, we still want to leave a souvenir and provide some Weibo material by the way.
He doesn't usually take photos, and the content he updates on his personal Weibo is very official. Xiaoming has been criticized by Mr. Liu several times.
"If you enter the venue so early, you have to wait for an hour!" Qin Xiaobao took a sip of water. There was no monitor in the room and he couldn't see what was going on outside.
"You don't know, people have been waiting here since twelve o'clock. As soon as the ticket check started, more than half of the people came in. There is no need to worry that they will be bored. Everyone is here to listen to the concert and there is a common topic."
Xiaoming looked for photos taken outside: "Look, they are all young people. The idea of putting two tickets at once this time is very good. Couples will not have conflicts."
Qin Xiaobao took a look: "I was worried that not all people would come in the afternoon."
"Impossible." Xiaoming shook his head: "I heard from the security guard at the door that there are still some fans who are asking for tickets but want to see if there is a chance to buy them."
"There are actually scalpers?" Qin Xiaobao laughed.
"Some people have been looking to buy online for a long time, but the company stipulated when distributing tickets that ID cards must be tied to them. If they don't meet the requirements, they won't be allowed in, so no one is selling."
"fine."
"Not good!" Xiaoming conveyed the fans' grievances: "There are few tickets but many people. They are all asking when the official large-scale concert will be held."
Qin Xiaobao flicked the non-existent dust on his pants: "I want to, but how can I have time? Next year's schedule has been arranged. If I hadn't agreed before, I wouldn't have time for these games."
Xiaoming naturally understands that from a pure agent's perspective, he hopes that his boss will stick to the director's line unswervingly. Looking at Phoenix Legend's assistants, they have changed several times.
I made money, but I was really tired.
There are endless business performances, it’s hard to go home, and I’m traveling all over the country.
Moreover, because artists are too busy and tired, they sometimes have high demands and their attitudes are not particularly good. If they encounter an assistant with a bad temper, they will simply quit the job.
If Qin Xiaobao takes the route of being an actor and singer, his schedule will probably be ten times more than it is now, and he may not be able to sustain it.
It's better to film a movie. Things are simpler in the crew and it's not tiring.
Why run when you can make money lying down? You are not a fool.
After chatting for a while, Xiaoming's cell phone rang: "You rest first, I'll go out and take a look."
"Go ahead."
Qin Xiaobao wanted to stretch out, but was afraid of getting his shirt wrinkled.
Guangzhou is such a magical place. It’s already December, but I still wear short-sleeves. If I were in this magical city, I would freeze to death.
"Ah ah ah, oh oh oh, uh uh uh..."
Put on your headphones, listen to music, and turn up your voice!
Upon seeing this, the staff on the side also relaxed their movements a lot, for fear of disturbing him.
It felt good. Qin Xiaobao took a sip of warm water and protected his throat. His task was not just the fifteen songs today. He also had a schedule for half a month ahead, so he had to pay attention to it.
As a lover of chili peppers, he has been eating very light meals in recent days. He doesn't even touch barbecue or wine. He goes to bed early and gets up early, and he is super self-disciplined.
After listening for a while, the music stopped and the phone vibrated a few times. I looked down and saw Wang Bingbing's call with a smile.
"hello!"
"Hello, Mr. Qin." Wang Bingbing's voice was very brisk.
"very good."
"I'm about to go on stage, will it be inconvenient?"
"It's okay," Qin Xiaobao looked up and saw that no one was paying attention to him: "I have almost everything I need to prepare. I'm just waiting to go on stage."
Wang Bingbing was very apologetic: "I should have called you earlier, but today's class was postponed, so..."
"It doesn't matter," Qin Xiaobao was suddenly startled: "Don't tell me that you are out there among the fans!"
"Hahahaha!" Wang Bingbing laughed: "I wanted to come, but the company wouldn't let me. But at the last concert in Shanghai, Mr. Liu asked me to be a guest."
"Then you practice "Liangliang" in the past few days, and we will work together."
"OK."
After releasing a single, Wang Bingbing participated in many shows. She is not so afraid of singing because she has experience.
There are still about ten days left, so if you work hard and practice singing, there will be no problem.
As for the other guests, Kiwi has no arrangements. It was originally a small concert, mainly for communicating and chatting with fans. It would be too wasteful to invite big names to come now, so it is better to leave it for later.
"Are you nervous?" Wang Bingbing asked.
"Of course." Qin Xiaobao did not deny it.
"Why? During the filming, there were hundreds of staff and actors, but I didn't see you nervous?"
"The environment is different. I have the final say among the crew. The concert depends on the fans."
"It makes sense, okay, everything else is fine, I won't disturb you and get ready, come on!"
"Bye-Bye."
After hanging up the phone, I saw Xiaobao pushing the door open with his back and walking in with a bunch of things in his arms.
"Didn't you say you are not allowed to give gifts?" Qin Xiaobao frowned.
Xiaoming was wronged: "I told you, but if you don't listen, you can't go to the fans' homes. Let's stop them first."
"You're right!" Qin Xiaobao took a box and shook it to his ear. There was no sound. He didn't know what it was.
"There were more than a dozen young ladies who had prepared gifts. They were afraid that they would rush to the stage when the show started, so I simply helped them collect them first. Others bought flowers. I thought about it and let them wait until the opening.
I'll go up when the time comes and I'll tell you in advance so don't be surprised."
"Okay, I get it."
The time came to 1:55, and Qin Xiaobao was hiding behind the curtain on the left. In the small theater, there was no lift, let alone the possibility of lifting wires. He could only walk out honestly without any tricks.
With ten seconds left, the lights dimmed.
The audience cheered and the concert officially began.