The group had been collaborating for a while now, and a few musical notes were all it took for them to understand each other's intent. Jin plucked the strings of his guitar, signaling everyone to get ready. He paused and then glanced at the cat sitting on the nearby stool.
Zheng Tan had already grown impatient and had started flicking his tail. It was just singing a song, after all. Did they really need a prelude? So much dawdling.
For safety's sake, their first song wasn't fast. The rhythm was much like the ones Fang Shaokang had sung before—of course, it certainly wasn't styled like Fang Shaokang's.
Zheng Tan tapped the glass bottle rhythmically. For him, maintaining rhythm wasn't challenging, and the audience was more tolerant of a cat than of a person. Even if he made a mistake, everyone would understand.
After all, he was just a cat.