The Amazing Son-in-Law [The Charismatic Charlie Wade] (Chinese name) Chapter: 7219

Peering through the gaps in the stage equipment, he observed the massive crowd filling the National Stadium. He couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer influence and star power required to attract such an audience.

7:20 PM.

The final countdown to the performance had begun.

Tavana’s entrance was designed to be spectacular. The massive screen behind the stage was an integrated structure, secured by a one-way bearing and held upright by steel cables.

Once the cables were released, the towering screen—measuring dozens of meters high—would slowly tilt forward, creating a striking visual effect as it descended.

At that moment, Tavana had already made her way to the top of the stage via an elevator.

There, the staff secured a protective harness for her. As the performance began and the screen started to tilt, she would need to maintain her balance and step onto a special platform that would ensure she remained upright behind the falling screen.

The pedal was crucial. Roughly the size of two A4 sheets of paper, it was supported by an electrically adjustable rod. When the massive screen was upright, the pedal remained at a 90-degree angle to it. Tavana had to stand on it, gripping the frame behind the screen to maintain her stability.

As the screen began to tilt forward, the pedal had to tilt backward at the same angle but in the opposite direction. This synchronization was the only way to ensure that Tavana remained standing upright.

By the time the screen was fully lowered, the pedal would be lying flat, allowing Tavana to unhook her safety harness, step down, and seamlessly transition onto the catwalk. Singing as she moved, she would join her dancers, igniting the crowd’s energy. Meanwhile, the massive screen would begin its slow ascent, adding to the dramatic spectacle.

With five minutes left before showtime, Tavana was already in position on the pedal with the staff’s assistance.

charlie walked around the back of the stage, looking up at Tavana standing dozens of meters high. He couldn’t help but admire her. This was equivalent to the height of a ten-story building—many people would struggle to keep their balance. Yet, she stood confidently, gripping the frame with one hand while holding her microphone in the other, ready to perform at any moment.

As the clock struck eight, the venue was suddenly plunged into darkness. Then, a powerful symphony erupted from the suspended stage speakers as the stage lights and massive screen illuminated in perfect unison.

The crowd went wild. A wave of deafening cheers spread across the stadium like a tidal wave.

Excited fans scanned the stage, searching for Tavana, eager to see how she would make her entrance.

Just as anticipation reached its peak, the massive center screen suddenly moved—it was tilting forward!

At first, the audience suspected a technical malfunction. But upon closer observation, they noticed the screen’s controlled descent. It wasn’t falling uncontrollably—it was part of the show!

As the screen began its slow forward tilt, Tavana held onto the frame tightly, focusing on maintaining her balance.

She knew the safety rope behind her would keep her secure. Even if she lost her balance or misstepped, it would prevent her from falling.

However, she couldn’t afford such an accident. If it happened, she would be left dangling in midair, turning the meticulously planned stage entrance into a complete disaster—worse yet, a public embarrassment.

As she focused on stabilizing herself, she suddenly felt the safety rope behind her growing tighter and tighter.

A sense of dread washed over her as she looked up and saw the rope stretched taut, no longer extending as the massive screen continued its descent.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. The rope had some elasticity, but it couldn’t counteract the force entirely. Once it reached its limit, it would inevitably yank her backward.

If that happened, she would be left hanging helplessly, waiting for a rescue.

Backstage, panic erupted among the staff.

One crew member shouted, “Oh no! There’s a problem with the safety rope’s motor! We activated the switch, but it’s not releasing any more slack. If this continues, Tavana will be pulled up!”

“What do we do?!” another voice cried out.

The stage director felt his heart drop. “Tavana has put everything into this performance. If something goes wrong now, she’ll be devastated! And with the motor malfunctioning, how will she even get down if she’s stuck in the air?!”

At that moment, Tavana could feel the rope’s pull intensifying, and her grip weakening. Her wrist was starting to give out.

Through the in-ear monitor, she called out urgently, her voice laced with panic, “Find a way to release the safety rope—fast! I can’t hold on much longer!”