Chapter 812: Well, We're Unwelcome
From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show
"Stop scrolling through Weibee!" Ren exclaimed as the members of EVE got into their car.
It was already the afternoon, so they were now on board to go to the venue of the Jade Music Festival. They still felt pretty tired from the flight, but they couldn't do anything about it since it was their job.
"I can't help it!" Akira said. "This app's so addicting. Why is everyone so mean for no reason?"
Sehun sighed and shook his head. "You're going to jinx our performance," he said. "What if we become the receiving end of the hate train after we perform?"
With Sehun's statement, the other boys became nervous.
June sighed. "Don't look at anything right now," he said. "Just focus on the performance."
Jaeyong nodded in agreement. "We've worked hard on our performance this past week. Unless we mess up, I don't think we'd be at the receiving end of the hate train."
Zeth sighed. "I guess. I'm just hoping that I don't mess up. The performance is something I've never tried before."
Ren's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Well, you're insecure. That's new."
Zeth clicked his tongue. "If I didn't know that the Jade Music Festival was so unfriendly to foreign artists, then I'd be more confident."
"But I don't want to get thrown at with tomatoes on stage!" he exclaimed. "Red is not my color."
Ren pursed his lips and shook his head. "What was I expecting?" he muttered.
"We're here," the driver said, parking the car behind the open field where they were going to perform.
The boys paused and looked around for a moment, seeing the huge tent behind the stage. "Our team is already inside," Jaeyong said. "The event will start in approximately half an hour, so we should get our hair and make-up done right before our set."
The boys nodded and finally got out of the car.
They looked around the area and smiled. Since they went straight to the venue from their hotel, they didn't have the time to look around the city.
The venue of the Jade Music Festival was quite beautiful. There were trees surrounding the open lot, some of the leaves falling to the ground. The scent of flowers also invaded their nostrils, which placed them in a better mood.
As they got inside the tent, however, the peace abruptly came to an end.
Shouts were heard all around, and to make matters worse, it was a language that most of the boys didn't speak.
They stood at the entrance for a moment, just taking everything in.
It was obvious from the get-go who the performers were. Some of them were already dressed in their stage outfits, some were getting their make-up done, while some just had the aura of an artist.
The tent had dressing rooms at the side, while the middle was left open for the make-up artists.
Just then, June felt someone push against his back.
"Move away!" the Chinese man said in a gruff tone. Then, when he saw who the boys were, he rolled his eyes.
"I swear," he muttered. "Why do they still call foreign artists to a cultural festival? They're just going to spill the mood."
June pursed his lips and didn't say anything.
"Well, these guys are pretty handsome, so they'll get some pity cheer from the crowd," he continued.
After that, he lifted his head and looked June in the eyes. However, he could only hold eye contact for a couple of seconds before turning to the side with a passive glare.
"Move," he said in English.
June smiled and obediently did what he said.
The man clicked his tongue before turning to the other boys. "All of you-move."
The boys pursed their lips and moved to the side of the tent.
Just then, a huge commotion was heard inside.
"It's Angel Zhang!"
"Angel's here."
"She's going to be the final performer of the night!"
"I want her autograph."
Murmurs were heard all around, and although the other members of EVE couldn't understand them, they could still make out her name-Angel.
June, on the other hand, was well aware of the star in front of him.
Angel Zhang.
One of the greatest opera singers of their generation.
She was only in her late 20s, but she had already established her name in the industry forever. Aside from being a great singer, she was also a very talented actress who specialized in
periodic dramas.
Coincidentally, she was also June's first love.
Angel looked around, the smile never leaving her face as she greeted the other artists.
However, her smile slightly dropped when she saw the members of EVE at the side of the entrance. She pursed her lips and quickly averted her gaze before following the man who had told them to move.
He opened a tent inside the tent, one that seemed more prestigious than others, and led Angel
inside.
As she got inside, the chaos erupted once again.
"Let's go," June said after a while, finally making their way to their make-up artists.
However, the journey to their area wasn't a walk in the park.
Multiple people bumped into them, and most of them were unapologetic.
Jisung sighed in relief as they got to their make-up area.
"Well, that was something," he said.
"That was nearly as difficult as the airport mob we went through this morning," Zeth sighed,
sitting on the ground since there were no available chairs anymore.
"You guys go first," June said to Jisung and Akira.
The two nodded and sat on the make-up chair.
Meanwhile, June stood behind them, just scrolling through his phone.
Just then, he heard chatters coming from their side-singers that June didn't recognize.
Based on their matching outfits, though, they were from the same group.
Perhaps an idol group like them.
"They're brave," one of them said. "I wouldn't be able to perform in an event like this."
"Do you think they're going to perform their own songs?" the other asked.
"I sure hope they do. I want to see someone getting thrown tomatoes at."
With that, the two of them laughed loudly.
Then, the third person next to them, who was the farthest away from the members of EVE,
shushed the two idiots.
"They could hear you," he said in a warning tone.
The two boys merely shook their heads.
"They can't even understand what we're saying," one of them said, side-eyeing the members
of EVE, who weren't oblivious to their actions.
"Is it just me, or are they gossiping about us?"