Shun Li did not sleep that night.
Even after rehearsal ended and the venue lights went dark, he was still moving, still checking, still confirming. He walked the halls like a man guarding a secret, headset on, tablet in hand, stopping every few steps to speak to stage hands, translators, security heads, and production managers. He was not doing it for show. He was doing it because Shanghai was not Korea, and Shanghai was not forgiving. If anything went wrong here, the internet would not call it a mistake. They would call it weakness.
Dayo watched him from the side for a while, then finally walked up.
Shun Li looked up immediately, like he had been expecting him.
"Everything is set," Shun Li said in Mandarin, calm and confident. "Sound, lighting, cues, the stage lift, the backup plan for the lift, security lanes, crowd control, the outside screen for the fans without tickets. Even the emergency exits have staff assigned."
Dayo exhaled, slow.
