At 7 p.m., the concert site.

Because it's a temporary joining, the news that Ben Meow is going to perform on stage is still only circulating in the news media.

And on the big propaganda poster, there is no place for this meow. However, this also makes Ben Meow look a bit like a mysterious guest.

The excited audience entered with tickets, and I could hear the buzzing noise in the background, which showed that the appeal of the old woman was still leveraged.

In the middle two days of rehearsal, I knew that Madonna was the green onion and the garlic. And what surprised me was that the EC company was so energetic to me that it could actually invite her.

To paraphrase Uncle Ding's words, my ears are about to get calloused, and Ben Meow is going to be angry!

At half past seven, the drummer of the band gently tapped the melody, and the scene fell silent all at once, except for a few sporadic shouts, still shouting something like iloveyou.

But it didn't matter, Uncle Ding took me to peek behind the curtain.

In the middle of the stage, a circular lifting platform slowly rose, and Madonna and her backup dancers appeared on the stage in a fixed shape.

"Ah~~~" Damn, do you want to be so crazy? The old woman didn't say a word and didn't sing, and they didn't even move.

Listen to the abrupt screams at the scene, and the shouts one after another. Uncle Ding hung up on me and said, "See, this is the style of a superstar."

Then, step on the rhythm of the music...... No, it should be said that at the same time as the music started, Madonna and the backup dancer began to writhe......

"Hey! I've been looking for you for a long time, and I actually came here to watch the play. Ian suddenly came out from behind, and said with an anxious face, "Hurry up and get ready, it's time for you to play the second song."

Belch......

I couldn't watch the show, so Uncle Ding took me back to the backstage.

Although there are not as many people here as on stage, all kinds of people are crowded around. A superstar of Madonna's calibre holds a concert, of course, it can't be her singing alone.

Not only did the EC company stuff me, but other companies also stuffed me. The Tao in this is not something that can be explained clearly in one or two sentences, anyway, it can be regarded as mutual benefit and reciprocity.

Uncle Ding squeezed through the crowd and put me on the dressing table. The makeup artist was also stunned, and pointed at the orchid...... Well, I don't understand what to say.

Anyway, he didn't put powder and oil on me, so he scratched the comb on me a few times, then held his chin and thought about it, patted his forehead and put the prepared sunglasses on my face.

Finally, he put on a dress for me to wear on stage, and then asked another staff member to take me to the circular lifting platform and stand by.

It's not the first time I've worn sunglasses, but it's the first time I've worn them in such a dark environment. I'm really sick, I can't see anything at all?

I held the microphone on the scratch player, and I was almost like a blind man. Finally, rubbing the microphone, he flicked his sunglasses down, revealing his eyes before calming down.

"Put it on, I'm going to play in a while." Ian shouted from the side.

Uncle Ding took a detour in front of me and said, "It's okay, it's more stylish."

"Don't, if we mess up, we won't be able to eat and walk around." Ian said he was going to come over and do it himself.

Uncle Ding stopped him and said, "If you really don't want to mess up, don't move." The lights weren't so dim during the rehearsal, and now they wear sunglasses for this kind of sight, so they can't see and mess around. ”

"But ......," Ian wanted to say.

A staff member came to pull him away, and gave Uncle Ding a thumbs up and said, "Ready to start, countdown, five, four, three......"

With a sound of gear turning, the lifting platform went up, and the staff who counted down made a desperate gesture at Uncle Ding. Ian shouted from the side, "He told you to crouch down and not go beyond the height of the scratching machine, or you will be seen by everyone!"

Uncle Ding lowered his head and bent over, realizing that it was still not enough to lie down.

Anyway, no one can see what's behind the scratch machine when I go up, and it's the same whether he wants to give me instructions or not.

As the platform rose in height, I could hear Madonna still chirping. Although it is restless, it has no rhythm.

I guess it's not singing, it's probably introducing me...... Of course, it may also be that she has changed her style and is taking the rap route.

I could see the blinding lasers, I could see the black pressing against me, and I could see Madonna turn around and reach out, focusing everyone's eyes on me and moving on me.

Hiss~ I suddenly had a feeling of stage fright. So he lowered his head and used the microphone to push the sunglasses up again.

But it was this one action, after it was projected on the big screen. There was no music yet, but it caused exclamations from the audience.

"Push the sunglasses kitten!"

"What a cool Meow Teller!"

"I don't believe it's a coincidence."

Madonna didn't expect me to come out on the pitch like this, but the results were obviously good. So she motioned, and the band got moving.

The guitar, bass, and drum kit worked together, and the scene suddenly fell into the music with feeling. But it's all just accompaniment, after the drummer hits the hiata with a bang.

I saw me standing upright with the microphone, tilting my head and opening my mouth to meow.

"Meow~~~~"

Then Madonna followed, and also meowed. Not only did I get goosebumps all over my body, but Uncle Ding, who was lying behind the scratching machine, couldn't help but shiver.

It's too Nima Lang, especially when she meows, and deliberately makes that sultry pose...... Remember your age, woman!

However, the atmosphere at the scene seems to be a little weird, why is it so quiet? It must be Madonna's fault, Ben Meow is so cute, she has to say that she has a good idea, to make this cute cat meow, so charming...... No, it's ambiguous...... Still not right.

I don't have time to think about adjectives anymore because the rhythm is coming to me again. Although the atmosphere was weird, I still had to follow the progress of the rehearsal and continue to hold the microphone and meow.

But the second meow is different from the first, as it was said during the rehearsal. The first note should be prolonged, and the last note should be able to bring a few transpositions. The second tone, on the other hand, should be simple and crisp, in strong contrast to the first stroke.

After my simple meow for the second time, Madonna began to take the rhythm, encouraging the audience to meow along.

So the situation on the scene quickly became like this.

Me: "Meow!"

Madonna and a few spectators: "Meow!"

Me: "Meow!"

Madonna and most of the audience: "Meow!"

Me: "Meow!"

Madonna and all the audience: "Meow!"

Me and Madonna and all the audience: "Meow! Meow! Meow meow ~ meow ~~~~"

Madonna ends with a sultry meow, and while the meow is tactful, the band gets back into action.

Ben Meow and guessed his hind legs on the record and began to pull back and pull...... This is amazing, and the whole scene was suddenly pushed to the first high C of the night.