I am the Entertainment Tycoon

Chapter 774: Last Song's Final Preparations



Backstage at Mafra Q Hall was a flurry of activity, a bustling hive of coordinated chaos as Ayia moved swiftly from one corner to the next. The stage crew, sound engineers, and lighting technicians all buzzed around like a well-oiled machine, but the tension in the air was palpable. Everyone knew that the final song of the night, "Believer", had to be nothing short of spectacular, and Ayia was at the center of it all, making sure that every detail went according to plan.

Ayia had always been the type of person to thrive under pressure. She had meticulously planned every moment of this concert, from the lighting cues to the sound design, and now, as the night approached its climax, she was determined to make sure it ended on a high note that would leave the crowd talking for weeks.

She adjusted the earpiece in her ear as she scanned the bustling backstage area. Technicians were finalizing the flame canons and testing the smoke machines, while others checked the timing of the fireworks. The performance for "Believer" had to be perfect-Moonlight's entire concert had been building to this one moment, and Ayia wasn't going to let anything fall through the cracks.

"Check the flame canons one more time," Ayia called out to a nearby technician. "We can't have any delays when Moonlight hits the bridge."

The technician gave her a thumbs-up and jogged off to handle it, while Ayia turned her attention to the massive light rig that hung over the stage. For "Believer", Ayia had designed an intricate light show that would sync perfectly with the beats of the song, pulsating with energy and colors that matched the intensity of Moonlight's vocals. She had envisioned the lights flashing in time with the thunderous drums, while flames shot into the sky, creating an awe-inspiring spectacle that would push the crowd's excitement to its peak.

"How's the light show looking?" Ayia asked, speaking into the small microphone clipped to her collar. Her voice was steady, calm-despite the chaos around her, she was always the steady hand guiding the ship.

"We're on schedule," a voice crackled back in her earpiece. "Light rigs are all tested and good to go. Fireworks are set for the final chorus."

"Good," Ayia muttered, scanning the control board set up in the corner of the stage. Everything had to run seamlessly-there was no room for error. She made her way to the large monitors that displayed a live feed of the concert, keeping an eye on Moonlight's performance as he neared the end of "Perfect."

Moonlight was still on stage, strumming the final chords of the song on his acoustic guitar. The crowd had been swept into the romantic magic of the moment, with couples swaying and holding each other as his voice filled the hall. But Ayia knew that the shift in tone was about to be drastic. As soon as Moonlight finished "Perfect", they would dive headfirst into the explosive energy of "Believer."

Ayia took a deep breath, her mind already running through the final checklist. Flames, smoke, fireworks, lights-it was all set. But there was always the unexpected, always the possibility of something going wrong. That's why she had her eyes on everything, her brain working several steps ahead of the present moment.

Ayia checked her watch, then glanced up at the stage monitors again. Moonlight's smooth, magnetic voice filled the speakers as he sang the final lines of "Perfect," and the crowd's cheers were almost deafening.

"You look perfect tonight..."

The audience roared, but there was no time to savor the moment. Ayia tapped into her earpiece again, addressing the entire crew.

"Everyone, positions for the final song. Light crew, be ready for the blackout after 'Perfect'. I need the fire canons prepped for the first chorus. Let's make this perfect."

The sound engineers nodded, adjusting levels for the explosive intro that would soon reverberate through the hall. The lighting crew hovered over their control panels, fingers poised to activate the spectacular light show. Technicians checked the smoke machines one last time, making sure the timed bursts would sync perfectly with the rhythm of the song.

"Is pyro set?" Ayia asked, making her way toward the stage entrance.

"All ready to go," a voice replied in her earpiece. "Fireworks are prepped for the final bridge, and the flame canons are good to fire at the first chorus."

"Perfect." Ayia smiled to herself, but it was the calm before the storm. She could feel the pressure building, but this was what she thrived on-the adrenaline of making sure everything was flawless.

Backstage was a whirlwind of movement. Assistants ran back and forth, making sure Moonlight's transition would be smooth, while the stagehands positioned the final props. The concert had been a rollercoaster of emotions, with each song delivering something unique, but Ayia knew that "Believer" was the grand finale that would send everyone home in

awe.

The crowd had already been on their feet for most of the night, but Ayia wanted to make sure they left buzzing with energy, their hearts racing from the excitement. The fire canons, the dramatic lights, the synchronized pyrotechnics-this was going to be the performance of a lifetime, and Ayia wouldn't accept anything less.

As she approached the side of the stage, she caught sight of Moonlight finishing his final strum of "Perfect." The last note hung in the air, and the audience erupted into thunderous applause, cheers filling the hall as couples hugged each other and swayed, reluctant to let go of the romantic moment.

Ayia watched as Moonlight bowed slightly to the crowd, his silver hair gleaming under the stage lights. He stood tall, looking out over the sea of faces, their cheers and admiration washing over him. But he, too, knew what was coming next.

Without missing a beat, Ayia signaled the backstage crew, and they moved like clockwork. Moonlight's acoustic guitar was gently taken from his hands and an electric guitar was handed to him, and his jacket was swiftly taken from him as he wanted mobility on his last song. In one fluid motion, he shrugged into it, the silver accents catching the light just as Ayia had planned. The mood was about to shift, and the audience could feel it.

He talked with the crowd for a while before the lights on the stage dimmed, leaving only a single spotlight on Moonlight as the crew quickly reset the stage. Ayia's heart pounded in time with the rhythm of the song that was about to explode onto the stage. She could feel the electric anticipation in the air-everything was ready.

"Stand by for the blackout," she whispered into her mic.

The lighting crew responded instantly. In a flash, the entire stage went dark.

The crowd screamed in excitement, the sudden darkness sending a jolt of energy through the room. Ayia allowed herself a brief moment to take in the chaos, the excited shouts, and the buzzing atmosphere. Then she focused.

"Light crew, go!"

In perfect synchronization, the stage erupted with a cascade of flashing lights, the first notes of "Believer" pounding through the speakers with earth-shaking intensity.

The lights danced and pulsed in rhythm with the music, casting vibrant colors across the stage. Just as Moonlight began the first verse, the fire canons roared to life, shooting bursts of flame high into the air, illuminating the hall with a sudden flash of heat and light.

The crowd screamed, their hands in the air, as the drums pounded in time with their hearts. The energy was explosive, exactly as Ayia had envisioned. Moonlight's voice, raw and powerful, cut through the noise, carrying the song forward with unrelenting force.

"First things first..."

"I'ma say all the words inside my head..."

The stage was alive with motion, the lights swirling and flickering as the smoke machines fired off bursts of white mist that curled into the air, adding an ethereal effect to the already dazzling display. The heat from the fire canons lingered in the air, but the cool mist from the smoke created a contrast that only heightened the sensory experience.

Ayia's eyes stayed glued to the monitors, watching every second unfold with precision. The crowd was electric, jumping in time with the beat, their voices singing along with

Moonlight's.

"You made me a, you made me a believer, believer!"

The first chorus hit, and the fire canons roared again, shooting flames into the air as the

band's music surged through the hall. The lights flickered in perfect sync with the rhythm, casting rapid bursts of color across the audience, who were completely entranced by the

spectacle.

Ayia's chest swelled with pride as she watched it all come together. This was it. The moment she had worked so hard for. The culmination of every late-night planning session, every last- minute change, every ounce of energy she had poured into this concert. It was all worth it.

The stage crew continued working like clockwork, setting off timed bursts of fireworks from the sides of the stage as the song barreled toward its climax. The crowd was completely captivated, their voices rising with Moonlight's as he led them through the anthemic chorus

again and again.

And Ayia, standing backstage, could only smile.