A strange accent that he didn't know where it came from was Wang Ling's first impression when he first heard this wandering singer's singing. Of course, if these problems were put aside, Wang Ling felt that the singing was generally good, at least the singing voice was still in tune.
superior……
However, if young people want to become a real professional singer through talent shows, it is obviously not enough for young people.
Wang Ling's research on music is very limited. He is just a second-hand man who knows a little guitar, so he is unable to make a more professional evaluation of the young man's singing.
But when it comes to how to stand out in a talent show...
Wang Ling feels that there are the following necessary factors.
First, you may not necessarily have to be particularly handsome, but you must at least look pleasing to the eye;
Second, maybe the voice doesn’t have to be particularly professional, but it must at least have a certain degree of recognition. It’s useless to just sing without being out of tune.
Finally, the third point is also the most important point...that is, the life experience must be miserable! And the more miserable the better! It is best to make all the audience and judges happy just by listening to the first dozen words of the story.
Moved to tears...
Unfortunately, this young man does not have the above conditions.
As a wandering singer, Tang Youning obviously has no plan for his unruly appearance, which gives people a dirty look at first glance. Furthermore, this young man's experience cannot be regarded as miserable at all.
Most of them can only be regarded as poor singers who persist in their music dreams. There are too many such people in Huaxiu Country... If you want to enter the audience's attention through talent shows, at least someone in your family must have a terminal illness.
!
Wang Ling took half a mouthful of beef and put it in his mouth, while he was fiercely criticizing the current talent show in his heart... But the young man stared at the plate of rice with silkworm potato shreds in front of him, his eyes were red: "I sure...
Are you not suitable to be a singer at all?"
The voice was very low, and there was a sense of inferiority, but everyone heard it.
Obviously, the failure of today's talent show has a huge impact on the youth...
Boss Tan turned off the roaring range hood, wiped his greasy hands with a rag, walked slowly to the young man, patted the young man's thin shoulder with distinct collarbones: "Cheer up, Xiao Tang!"
I don’t know if it’s because he has been engaged in cooking for many years, but Boss Tan has a very strong physique. Especially when compared with the young man, the difference in physique is particularly obvious. Wang Ling has no doubt that Boss Tan can pull it off if he exerts a little more strength.
The young man's shoulder bones were smashed into pieces...
The owner of this store is not an ordinary person.
His cultivation level is at least at the Golden Core stage.
Wang Ling noticed this as soon as he entered the door.
The boss looked at Tang Youning and continued to comfort him: "Once upon a time, a great man said that the birth of genius requires 99% hard work and 1% talent. Maybe your hard work is not enough! So, never give up.
ah!"
The young man raised his head and looked at the boss, as if he saw a glimmer of hope: "Is it true?"
However, as soon as the boss of the forum here finished speaking, Dad Wang activated the venomous tongue mode and silently continued: "Did you know that there is actually a second part to this famous saying? Although you only have 1% talent, 1
% talent is the top priority!”
Boss Tan: "..."
Tang Youning was about to cry: "..." Why did you say it!
Wang Ling: "..." This hurts my heart, old man!
It can only be said that Father Wang's poisonous tongue skills are getting stronger and stronger.
This vicious attack left the young man completely powerless to parry.
The boss felt helpless about this.
But Father Wang obviously didn't take his venomous tongue seriously at all.
Everyone has heard this poisonous chicken soup saying: Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up...
Father Wang feels that since he has no talent for doing things, it is very stupid to continue to persevere. If he is the number one scholar in 360 rows, why do he have to hang himself on one tree? Why can't he hang more on other trees?
Second-rate?
Use poisonous tongue to crush dreams...so that young people can recognize the reality early and take the right path. Dad Wang feels that this is the correct education and guidance for young people as an elder.
"Ling Ling, let's do some?" At this moment, Dad Wang suddenly turned his attention to Wang Ling.
Wang Ling remained silent: "..."
"Sir, your son also studies music?" The boss was a little curious.
Dad Wang shook his head: "He is only a freshman in high school this year, and he has learned some guitar in his spare time. He is considered a second-hand in music, right? But I think no matter how hard he works, half of the world in the music industry will belong to him sooner or later!"
Boss Tan obviously disagreed with half of the world in the music industry. He shook his head and said, "No, no, half of the world in the music industry belongs to that teacher Wang Banbi."
"..."
To be honest, the teacher Wang Banbi mentioned by the music industry boss is a strange person, because he once boasted in the media, claiming that if the rock industry loses him, half of the world will be lost... and Wang Banbi's nickname is also
Here it comes.
Now, this is a somewhat ridiculing statement. Therefore, the wandering singer expressed his strong dissatisfaction with Wang’s father’s behavior of advocating his son: “I studied music specifically with a vocal teacher... Your son
It’s just a hobby, and to say half of the world is too much is too exaggerated, right?”
"Come on! Ling Ling! It's time to show off your real skills!" Dad Wang suddenly gave Wang Ling a thumbs up, showing his white teeth.
Ding!—Everyone seemed to be able to see Father Wang’s teeth flashing...
Wang Ling: "..." Fuck you mmp!
Of course Wang Ling refused. If he was just asked to play the guitar, it would be fine, but if he was asked to play and sing... the problem would be serious! Because he is not allowed to speak!
However, under Father Wang's burning gaze, Wang Ling finally compromised...
First of all, Wang Ling was afraid that his father would deduct his pocket money for no reason because of his refusal. Secondly, Wang Ling was a little concerned about the young man's disdainful look.
Then... just perform a part by yourself?
So, Wang Ling silently came to the corner and picked up Tang Youning's acoustic guitar. He took a deep breath and felt even more nervous than his usual life of being on tenterhooks at school.
Tang Youning crossed his arms and sneered with the mentality of watching a show: "Hey, are you nervous now? When I usually sing in the streets and alleys, I have never been nervous when so many people look at me!"
Wang Ling glanced at Tang Youning indifferently, his expression unmoved...
What should I sing?
Wang Ling thought for a while...
The pop songs in this world are actually very limited, and Hua Xiuguo doesn't pay enough attention to music. But this doesn't mean that Wang Ling can't listen to good music. His celestial ear can connect to various planes and worlds.
Line, just like the FM of a radio.
After thinking for a while, Wang Ling suddenly thought of a song from another dimension that was very suitable for guitar playing...
Holding the guitar in his arms, Wang Ling strummed the strings several times to try out the sound.
A guitar sound full of youthful atmosphere sounded.