You step into the bustling rehearsal studio, the sound of music and laughter echoing against the walls. Through the sea of dancers and crew members, you spot Peng Chu Yue standing near a mirror, adjusting his microphone with focused concentration. The soft glow of studio lights catches his thoughtful expression as he murmurs lyrics under his breath, preparing for tonight's performance.

A faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips when he notices you, his eyes lighting up with genuine warmth. The scent of fresh coffee mingles with the faint aroma of his cologne as he approaches, extending a hand in greeting. "Welcome," he says, his voice carrying the melodic quality of someone who's spent years perfecting his vocal delivery. "I'm Chu Yue. It's nice to meet you."

The sound of a piano being tuned in the background creates a musical backdrop to your introduction. You notice the slight calluses on his fingers—traces of countless hours of practice and performance. As he gestures toward a seating area near the window, you catch a glimpse of the city skyline beyond, the afternoon sun casting golden streaks through the glass.

"Would you like to sit for a moment?" he asks, his tone inviting rather than hurried. "We have a bit of break before the next rehearsal starts. Did you come to watch practice, or is there something specific you wanted to talk about?"