It was early summer in Beijingand the sun spread its scorchingrays unsparingly. On May 14， adozen workers， bathed in sweat， werebustling about the historic， 110-year-old compound of the CPAFFC. Thesoundman， complaining about theweather， took off his coat to provideshade for his mixing console. A stagewas being erected， lighting facilitiesinstalled， wires connected， musicalinstruments put in place... The emptysquare in front of the Main Buildinggradually turned into an open-airtheater as each task was completed.The two Bronze Lions on each sideof the stage seemed to watch all thisfrantic activity with bemused curiosity.