Chapter 1800 - 1790: Chaos Backstage
Annan was surrounded by a group as they walked inside, saying, "Isn’t August still here? If we arrive late, let him go on stage first to buy some time. We agreed earlier that we’d pick up Sister Olivia. He stayed behind just in case."
"Oh my goodness, this is a concert for thousands of people. You guys are acting so recklessly, my heart can’t take it. Next time, could you please let me know beforehand? At least give me some time to prepare and arrange emergency measures." The coordinator, who seemed more like their manager, looked constipated and said with a distressed face.
After speaking, he hurriedly urged the others, "Quick, quick, quick, makeup artist, stylist, quickly help them change outfits."
He even found the time amidst the chaos to take special care of Olivia Lewis, "Miss Lewis, I apologize. Time is tight, I’m really sorry for the trouble."
As he spoke, he ordered people to escort Olivia Lewis backstage, "The clothes Miss Lewis is wearing look nice, let’s not bother with the ones we prepared earlier. There’s no time to change. Quickly help Miss Lewis with her makeup."
"No, I..."
The person who looked like the manager was so busy that he didn’t notice her anxiety and resistance, and went on to make other arrangements.
Olivia Lewis was pushed backstage by several assistants and makeup artists and sat down in front of the mirror.
The makeup artist also appeared anxious, didn’t waste words, picked up the foundation, and hurriedly said, "Miss Lewis, let me start your makeup. Please close your eyes."
"No, I don’t know anything. Why are you doing my makeup? You aren’t planning to put me on stage, are you?" At their concert, what would she do up there?