The inside was a smaller, darker room where all the musical instruments and equipment were temporarily stored. There was only one tiny sofa, and when Xu Xunsheng walked in, she saw Cen Ye sitting on it, head bowed, arms resting on his thighs, smoking. When he heard her come in, he lifted his gaze while Zhao Tan closed the door and stepped out.
He was young but the soul and master of this band, Xu Xunsheng thought.
The room was filled with the smell of smoke, which made Xu Xunsheng a bit uncomfortable. The ashtray next to him, now extinguished, held four or five cigarette butts. The handsome face of the young man appeared dim in this room, yet his eyes still shone bright. Seeing that glint in his eyes, the worry Xu Xunsheng had for them suddenly steadied.
At that moment, he seemed like a real man again, Xu Xunsheng thought.
"We've got six minutes," Cen Ye said, "and then we're on stage."