"You're lying!" Leng Zimo snorted, "Luo Xiaoqian only arrived in Beijing in March this year, but you met her at the beginning of the year."
"I remembered it wrong. It was spring. Anyway, it was still very cold at that time." The young man took off his guitar bag and took out a CD from it. "This is Luo Xiaoqian's signed CD. It was a gift from her."
Everyone should know that it was given to me. Only fans in the fan club can get such a CD. I am not from Sissi's army, I only have it because she gave it to me!"
Luo Xiaoqian shouted and stood up, "You're talking nonsense, I don't even know you!"
"You are famous now. Of course you don't know me. Haven't you always liked to use men? Whether it's your ex-boyfriend Lu Hao or me, if you lose the use value, you will be abandoned." The young man said coldly.
"Xiao Qian, sit down." Leng Zimo raised his palm and spoke gently.
Looking into his eyes and seeing the emotions conveyed in his eyes, Luo Xiaoqian nodded slightly and sat back in the chair.
"Second question, you said Luo Xiaoqian stole your work. How many songs are there, what are they, and in what form did you give them to her?" Leng Zimo continued to ask.
"There are four songs in total, including "Destined", "Accidental Intersection", "No End" and the song "Only You"." The young man curled his lips, "I gave her the manuscript of the first three songs, "Only You"
"It was because she wanted to create hype and asked me to record a demo and send it to Emperor TV. The 'talented fan' that the media rarely talks about is actually just a person she made up and does not exist."
"In other words, you completed the "Only You" demo that was couriered to Emperor Vision by yourself?" Leng Zimo asked again.
"Yes, it's me." The young man said.
"As far as I know, that CD only contains song demos, as well as separately recorded drum parts." Leng Zimo raised his chin towards the drums on the stage, "I think you might not mind playing it before everyone else.
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"This..." The young man's tone hesitated, "The African drum used there is not this kind of drum."
"Do you want an African drum?" In the aisle, Irene walked over with a smile, holding an African drum in her hand. She walked onto the stage and placed the African drum in front of the boy. Irene smiled and made an invitation.
Gesture, "Will you please begin?"
The boy looked at the African drum in front of him. His face, which had always been very tough, finally showed panic.
"Why don't you start?" Leng Zimo asked.
"It's been too long, I forgot." The young man tried his best to hide his panic.
Leng Zimo came over and handed the microphone to Irene. Leng Zimo took the African drum on the stage and put the drum belt around his neck. Irene stretched the microphone in front of the drum.
There was a brief pause, and then he played the drum with his hands.
Dong Dong...
The rapid drum beat immediately came from the drum.
While playing the drums, Leng Zimo began to chant RAP along with the drum beats.
"People say that I have changed, but I have indeed changed these days. Even I feel that I am unreasonable..."
After a drum performance, he neatly closed his hands and took off the drum.
"It's not that you have forgotten, but you have never mastered it. I evolved this drum from a sacrificial drum played by indigenous Africans. The rhythm is very tricky. It took me a week just to practice this drum.
I guess you may have practiced it for a long time, but you can't practice it like this!" Leng Zimo stared at the young man with dagger-like eyes, "I'm right, right?"
