"We want to see the panda! We want to see the panda!" The live audience started chanting along. The way Hah'Er came out to pick up the apples just now was simply off-the-charts cute, wasn't it?
President Yang felt his world spinning out of control again. 'Is anyone even going to let me sing?' He cast a pleading look at the host, who quickly contacted the director through his earpiece.
"Have the tech department cut to a small window in the bottom-right corner and keep a camera on that panda the whole time." The director made a swift decision. 'Ratings are king; who cares if your performance is affected?' "Tell what's-his-name to hurry up and sing. Get him off the stage as soon as he's done and bring on the next one. He's already about to go over his time."
