Ye Li knew that musicians like these rarely respected each other; only true skill could win them over. He didn't argue with them. "You'll understand once you hear her sing. She can do more than just belt high notes. Her voice is incredibly versatile."
"When she sings love songs, her voice is ethereal and soaring. But when she sings rock, it becomes rich and heavy, almost like she has multiple sets of vocal cords."
"That's a total exaggeration," Old Mo said, lighting a cigarette. "How can a person have multiple sets of vocal cords?"
Ye Li pushed his cigarette down. "You should smoke less. You think your throat isn't trashed enough already?"
Old Mo waved his hand dismissively. "My throat is already like this, what can I do? I'm at the point where nothing's off-limits—smoking, drinking, whatever."
Ye Li sighed. "Alright, let's not talk about depressing things. She's about to start. And I have to say, she really has stage presence."
