The voices of Cheng Yang, Gu Nanci and Wen Jiuyi kept coming and going, each one longer than the other.
"What...what happened?" Li Yuan was confused.
"No, I'm just wondering why the gap between people is so big." Wen Jiu also had a complicated expression, and Cheng Yang nodded in agreement.
Gu Nanci, who had a close relationship with the number one, looked up to the sky repeatedly, feeling deeply that his fortune was unfair.
Li Yuan scratched his head, as if the stimulation to several non-chiefs was not enough: "My luck is actually good and bad. Lange is great. I can't beat him in rock, paper, scissors! And Ke Ke, he throws six dice
There’s no face lower than five!”
Three Hongguo non-chiefs: "..."
do not talk.
It’s even more heartbreaking.
If we all agree on an idea, things that have to do with luck in the future will depend on how far these people go.
Shocked by the final numbers, the three top non-chiefs simply asked Li Yuan to continue drawing lots for the next song.
But I really agreed to what Li Yuan said.
Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.
Gu Nanci, who was still unfamiliar with the new world, saw the two names on the note:
"Drunken Spring Breeze", "Murder"
There was a moment of commotion all around.
"What are you smoking?"
"Holy shit, Cheng Tianwang's song!"
"Hiss... this is the most difficult thing this time, right? Fortunately, it was taken away, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to sing."
In the distance, Li Jing also heard the lottery results of the idol group, and immediately sneered,
"Killing and drunken spring breeze? God can't stand this, come here and take it away!"
Meng Wei on the side frowned.
Random concerts are held randomly.
Random order, random tracks, random themes.
Before the competition, each time they will be sorted by difficulty, and the songs suitable for performance will be selected and integrated into a group of two, and the participating teams will draw lots to get the song for the day.
Then complete the assignment, rehearsal, and perform on stage that night in a very short time.
In fact, compared to traditional music festivals, self-organized random music festivals are more like entertainment stages and experience opportunities for fellow travelers.
After all, it is a non-profit organization and even provides money to earn support. Only a handful of people who actually play music have participated.
The reason why I was invited here is because I bumped into each other by accident, and since I have not yet debuted, I am classified as the same kind of person by my colleagues.
For example, Qian Yueliu, who is in the entertainment industry, has never heard of this name, which shows that the audience is confused.
Zhang Jing gloated: "Hey! If we don't make it into the top ten, someone won't stay for personal gain, right?"
There is an unwritten agreement at random music festivals.
If those who participate for the first time do not make the top ten, they will not have the opportunity to participate again.
After all, a maximum of fifteen teams that cannot even pass the first two-thirds will be considered weak.
In the eyes of this circle of proud musicians, those without strength cannot enter the small circle of peers, and are no longer qualified to continue playing music together.
Originally, in Meng Wei's eyes, being able to perform such a shocking adapted version of "Begin" would be considered casual, let alone top ten, even number one.
However, after seeing the two names drawn, I started to feel unsure.
Drunk in the Spring Breeze and Murder, Cheng Jiantang’s Song.
His voice is gentle and gentle, and his acting skills are superb.
The difficulty is also terrifyingly high. First of all, you can't sing in the low range. Even if you can sing in the middle and high range, eight times out of ten you won't be in tune.
This is also the most difficult group of all the song selections this time.
Meng Wei frowned and tried to suggest: "It's my first time to participate, so it's not good at first, right? How about we do it again?"
In the past, most of the songs played by Cheng Jiantang were funny and funny scenes of various human beings breaking their voices, creating a lively atmosphere where everyone was having fun together.
But this time it's different.
The first time you participate in the fire, it explodes. If you fail, you will lose the qualification to participate in the future.
If you try it again, and do any hip-hop or hip-hop rap like "begin", at least you won't be completely unable to sing because of the range problem.
Several other organizers also felt it was inappropriate and wanted to nod.
However, Zhang Jing stopped him rudely: "Why do you do anything? For a group of idols, you change the rules? Please understand, this is a music festival, not a fan meeting! When did the crappy things in the fandom stop?
Come in!"
"You-" the little sister glared.
"I don't care, whatever you draw is what you get. If you just change the rules casually, will you still be able to convince the public? Who will participate in the future? Do you want to become the next spring?"
spring music festival.
It used to have a lot of gold, but once it was hyped up by an idol group and touted as a road show no less than Central Park. Since then, it has been questioned by professional colleagues as a joke and no longer attends. Its status has plummeted, and now it has become a group of Internet celebrities.
and the gathering place of the Eighteenth Line.
The faces of the elders of the organizations suddenly froze.
It was originally a non-profit, and I spent my own time and energy to build it to its current scale.
Becoming the next spring? Absolutely not!
The words have been blocked here, and there is nothing we can do if it is inappropriate.
I could only watch Zhang Jing walk away with a proud face.
"This guy!" the elder sister with twin ponytails stamped her feet angrily, "You are also a newcomer, and you were busy helping others join before. Why are you so prejudiced against idols?"
I thought of the fire that just passed by and exploded.
Each of them is 1.8 meters tall and extremely handsome.
Especially the one in the middle, his face looks like a god showing off his skills. I have never seen such a unique face in my life!
It’s not like she said, let’s just show this face and come and see it—ah, if you don’t come to see the performance, the venue will definitely be overcrowded!
We have been operating for several years to reach the current scale. If we just buy some publicity and put it out, with the effect of the prosperous beauty, maybe the popularity of the random music festival will directly rise to a higher level!
The girl huffed angrily, but Meng Wei next to him sighed: "Oh, I can understand it. He was clearly qualified for the music variety show he participated in before, but because of the fan voting mechanism, he lost to an idol who couldn't even pronounce the five tones. He was eliminated.
After being eliminated, I have been quite hostile to the entire idol industry..."
Unable to express her original accusation, the twin-tailed sister was silent for a second.
"But... oh, it's no mistake that the fire exploded, but it's so unreasonable to suffer such a disaster..."
The person involved in the unforeseen fire explosion said:
Quite confused.
To be precise, the Hongguo trio were actually quite confused.
Seeing Lan Gui'an and Li Yuan's heavy expressions, Muke just said, "You guys split this song, I can't sing it."
Gu Nanci was silent: "...Is this difficult?"
The same confused Wen Jiuyi and Cheng Yang: just confused.jpg
Then after Lan Gui'an's original song.
Wen Jiuyi and Cheng Yang: "..."
The cold reality slapped me hard.
"I..." Wen Jiuyi said with a wry smile: "I am a dancer and can sing normally, but this - this is too professional! I can't sing even if my throat is cut!"
Cheng Yang also frowned: "I am in the alto range. I can barely do the previous exercises, but those high notes and dramatic accents in the back?! I'm really not good at this."
