The next morning, the four of them gathered in the practice hall where Wei Lang was already pacing in circles even before the meeting started.
"We need to finalize who does what before we buy the instruments we will be using," he announced. "We can't show up in the market confused, which is why we need to do all this faster."
Bai Lu raised his head eagerly. "I want pipa," he shouted like a little kid.
"We know," Wei Lang muttered.
Han Junhui stepped forward, his gaze drifting towards Ling Yue, whose eyes were closed, and he was mumbling to himself. "I believe I am taking the flute."
"And as promised last night, Ling Yue would sing, so we should hear you first, so we can choose outfits and instruments that match the song."
