Everyone talked about their experiences in a few words, and there was a touch of sadness and helplessness in the banter, but mostly they were satisfied.
This warm scene also affected the audience in the live broadcast room, and even the stage outside seemed not so exciting.
[Oh my God, I’m going to cry just talking about it. It’s really hard for trainees.]
[I didn’t understand why my little niece liked to watch this live broadcast before, but now I seem to understand. Everyone is shining in their respective fields. How come such a group of young people who are brave enough to pursue their dreams are not worth pursuing? 】
[Woo woo woo, although this team is not the best in terms of strength, it has the best atmosphere. I really want everyone to stay. 】
[I don’t care, I’m going to vote like crazy for Little Angel of Time!]
Outside the live broadcast room, Jiang Mingyu cried even harder.
Unexpectedly, after a few years, his little sequence has turned from an autistic child into such a sensible adult, even more powerful than him.
He, a father, didn't even stay with him.
Seeing Jiang Mingyu sobbing like this, An Jing shuddered violently.
Is that a sad song about fleeting glory? It was actually changed into that?
Taifan: "......"
Seeing us leaning against the wall and waiting for the announcement to leave, Xi Yang raised his chin provocatively, then walked down and patted Jiang Shixu on the shoulder.
The lower management of Taiqi Entertainment burst out laughing when they saw this. He is indeed the player we have bet on, and his strength is not weak.
The surrounding choreography also changed, creating a scene of flying bamboo leaves.
Soon it was Xiyang's turn.
The novel and bold method attracted the attention of many people, and even the seven instructors' eyes lit up.
Tai Fan's fists were hardened, "Damn, Xi Yang is too familiar with me. He just forgets to come over and provoke me. How could he bear to sleep in the same room with me in the big time?"
It's Lingbei.
These fans are so scary.
Isn’t it just a matter of being fed chicken soup? As for being so moved?
It seemed that they also had a premonition that their performance was wrong, and the eight people were in high spirits.
In addition to Jiang Shixu's excellent personal voice condition, he also has a very low sensitivity to vocal music. I can clearly distinguish the advantages and disadvantages of each person's voice, and then tailor the part for each person.
The song they chose was a very popular song at the moment. It was adapted and added with rock elements. With the almost flawless performance of several people, it electrified the whole audience and instantly made Yi Gong's stage cool.
It’s at the bottom of the Weibo rankings.
[I haven’t wanted to watch it yet, I want to go to a certain website to download Jin Shu’s direct video.]
【It’s time and we are a team!】
The chicken soup is fake, but at least the money is real.
When the story came to an end, Jiang Shixu's voice came out again. This time it was long and melodious, but plaintive and weeping. At the end, all the previous sounds disappeared, leaving only my ethereal singing voice.
As I said that, my respectful gaze swept under those faces one by one, and the person in front also smiled back and left.
Jiang Shixu's voice gave the song a good start. Following the first few contestants, they walked out one after another and narrated a love story between men and women in the world of singing.
My voice is so impenetrable, coupled with the moving melody, that even people who have listened to it several times can't help crying.
Just when Xiaojia's emotions were aroused again, the melody suddenly changed again, from heavy, slow and ethereal to equally chilling, and Taifan's rap also ignited the exciting atmosphere to its lowest point.
Everyone was surprised.
She should just cook her meals honestly.
[He is so good, your roommate is out of breath before he can cry.]
I remember that each of those people had no shortcomings, but there was no division of labor between the tune and the melody, and everyone was able to use their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, which was exactly the same as what I originally guided.
I was wearing a white Tang suit, holding a jade flute in my hand, and hurriedly walked out of the center of the stage while playing.
The stage lights went out, Xi Yang and we came up sweating.
Ling Bei took the microphone and said very excitedly but modestly: "That's all the captain's credit."
The sound in the auditorium got a little louder, then the music started, and the surrounding lights lit up little by little.
Jiang Shixu was silent for a while and said anxiously: "It's bad when you see it..."
[Oh my God, you are shocked. Time has been behind your back and I have been practicing thoroughly. Your voice is too stable.]
The flute solo was very unique, a melody that had never been heard before, and the rhythm was also very slow, which instantly aroused the audience's emotions.
[That sounds even worse than the original song, woo woo woo, you can’t help crying.]
Sometimes being too sensitive is a bad thing.
As soon as the postlude of Tongsuo sounds, we can even know what the next words are.
Even though my colleagues in the department were mentally prepared, when Jiang Shixu and we walked to the waiting area, our hearts were filled with excitement.
My voice is very clean and ethereal. Not only is it not inferior to the sound of the flute, but it adds a deep and noisy atmosphere.
"Come on, roommate, there is no pressure. Anyway, he doesn't even have an A anymore. Even if he wins the stage, he will be eliminated, but those who follow him will be the same..."
Several people were wearing special national-style clothes, especially Jiang Shixu, who was wearing a light blue robe and Yushu Lingfeng, who looked like a young master who was well versed in world affairs.
"It's such a bland performance." Xiao Yi was the first to stand up and applaud, "How did they come up with the idea of performing it in that way? It's so perfect. It has perfected everything that was lacking in that song.
The coordination of the voices of several people is also very bad.”
[Help, this part is too bad to hear, you are going crazy.]
[It’s so miserable to be in front of Xiyang and us, he will be turned into ashes instantly, right?]
Just as the barrage said, the audience, who had just been extremely high, now have a little mood to continue listening to the emotional old songs.
Especially Jiang Shixu himself.
The sound of the flute fell at a very clever place, and Jiang Shixu's singing faded away again.
But in an instant, the relaxing rhythm slowly turned up, and became as exciting as the flowing water in a low mountain. Then a cheerful flute sound embedded, and Qi Zhou followed suit.
The director was urging the audience to leave outside the headset. Several people quickly arranged their clothes and took a deep breath before walking towards Seven Weeks.
What I said just now was purely out of a cold mind. Now that I am calm and calm, I am completely panicked.
That song was not originally set in Jianghu, but it was originally the self-report, emotion and memory of the protagonist. Before it was changed, it completely turned into the careless grudges of a group of people who have been together for many years.
Sad.
[And the songs I chose are calm old songs. I just finished high and it’s hard to get back into the mood. 】