Zhou Hao walked to the office door and came back, "Are you free tomorrow?"
Jiang Yang: "Working overtime? There is no way."
Zhou Hao made Jiang Yang give up. He would not give Jiang Yang a penny for overtime work. "Tomorrow, I will go to the foreign trade to play football and matchmaking with customers. We will earn an agency fee from the process. Are you going?"
"Play football, that's fine."
Zhou Hao looked at Jiang Yang up and down, "You are very good at playing football?"
Jiang Yang thinks it's okay. He's not very good at football, but he can run fast.
"That's it."
Zhou Hao asked Jiang Yang to be smarter tomorrow. The one they will focus on tomorrow is the producer of the Kyoto TV variety show "My Dad". "This master is not familiar with me. He just likes to play football. We have to make him happy."
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If you are happy, business will be easier to negotiate.
Jiang Yang asked: "Where are the customers?"
Zhou Hao said it is an early childhood ballet education institution.
The variety show "My Dad" is a parent-child interactive variety show launched by other TV stations. The client of this ballet training institution hopes that the variety show "My Dad" can be filmed in their institution.
Jiang Yang feels that this customer is quite business-minded.
After Zhou Hao left, lunch time came, and Jiang Yang wandered back to Koi Studio. There were many people missing from the company. Li Qingning said that they were going to the music festival, "Anyuan and the others are going to come on stage and sing your "young for you"
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"Ah?"
Jiang Yang didn't expect them to sing this song. He knew this song, Gala's brainwashing song, loose English, and the person who sang it was very cool. He didn't know if Anyuan could sing the charm of this song. He really wanted to
Go check it out.
However, I thought that Li Qingning was not suitable for being in the audience, so I gave up.
Li Qingning himself doesn’t really want to go.
She has sang on stage several times before, and it was always the finale, with thousands of people singing along, but now the audience is not used to it.
"Huh."
Anyuan stood behind the stage.
Their band used to have time for four or five songs, but now there are only three left, and the time on stage is shorter and has moved forward.
It's late spring now, and the weather is neither cold nor hot.
But at three o'clock in the afternoon, people are still a little out of sorts and want to sleep, and they can't get high at all.
It’s a music festival. If you don’t have fun, sing, or dance, it’s a ghost festival.
Anyuan looked at the brothers in front of him singing and dancing on the stage. There were only a few people waving hands in response, and he felt sorry for the brothers in front of him.
"Okay!"
Finally, at the end, the audience gave them enthusiastic cheers. I don’t know if they were thanking them for their singing, or cheering for them to finally go down.
The brothers in front withdrew, and Anyuan and the others walked up to them and gave them high fives.
Anyuan exhaled a breath and tuned the instruments with his brothers. He stood in front of the microphone and looked at the audience below. Under the spotlight, he felt the blood all over his body welling up. He liked this feeling. This was what he was doing.
The feeling of the stage.
"I hope you will never miss it!"
He roared, and the name of their first song "Missed" appeared on the screen behind him, "...I miss it again and again in my dreams. It's all because of my biological clock. The time is just a little bit different. It's either too early or too late."
Too late..."
There are some fans in the audience.
Some of these old fans came to their band’s livehouse, heard this song, and sang along.
There are also people such as Zhu Li, Sister Chen and others from the company, as well as some of their own fans. They are cheering for Anyuan and the others, shouting, extending love gestures, bobbing up and down to the beat, and bringing a little enthusiasm to the scene. p>
Just a song.
Anyuan took a sip of water and continued to sing the next song, hoping that this song would get better feedback. This song was a new song written by Anyuan, and everyone in their band liked it very much.
The name is "Mirror".
After a dazzling guitar solo, Anyuan started singing.
There are subtitles on the big screen. When the atmosphere gets high, the audience in the audience will sing along and sway together. However, the mood aroused by the guitar solo soon becomes low again. Li Qingning once said that the song "Mirror" is
It’s a good song, but it’s too bold, too avant-garde, and too complicated, and people today won’t like it.
After singing the song, the scene became a little cold.
"Woo!"
But there are still fans.
There are also some senior passerby fans.
Some people who listen to music and follow stars may not know the band behind them, but these senior fans know the band behind the singer very well. Although the Big Devil has just come back and has never performed live, some people still know that Anyuan and the others are the band behind the Big Devil.
This band must have a lot of tricks up their sleeves. Even if they don’t understand, they don’t hesitate to applaud.
Anyuan pursed his lips and nodded to the brothers behind him, "The last song "young for you"!"
Music starts.
Anyuan risked his life.
He, a big fat man, jumped up and down on the stage, and the brothers behind him also jumped together.
The audience in the audience looked at him. I don’t know why. Listening to the cheerful British-style intro of this song, they really wanted to sway with the big fat man. Then Anyuan picked up the microphone and sang the first line.
They were stunned.
"Sunday's ing i wanna drive my car (Sunday is coming, I want to drive to your apartment), to your apartment with a present like a star (with a gift like a morning star)..."
The audience was in disbelief, and some even had their mouths opened.
They looked at the subtitles on the big screen behind Anyuan. They were indeed English subtitles, and they were translated very considerately. However, when it sounded in English, it felt like London was not far from Beijing. It was in the same place as Braised Chicken, California.
It's also steelmaking in the north. But don't mention it, this song sounds relaxed, happy and unrestrained, especially when paired with Bel's authentic suburban London accent, which makes people's whole body cells jump with joy.
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Especially the lead singer followed by a broken sound——
It's like a donkey braying.
It makes them think that the lead singer is too lethargic and singing nonsense, but what the hell is going on? Forget it, what the heck, this kind of wanton trampling on English pronunciation, shameless love, what do you think?
The standard cockney accent is really impressive.
"CNM, I suddenly feel confident in my spoken English. I can even sing this damn thing. Is there anything I can't say? How can I turn into a pig?" A boy who was shy about speaking English jumped up and said,
When I started shaking it, I wanted to go back and tear up my CET-4 and CET-6 certificates.
More and more people are joining in the swing, and some are even singing along with the music behind it. It is not standard anyway, and even the lead singer's voice is broken because the high notes cannot be reached while jumping. It is just like a car accident scene, and the people below are even more unrestrained.
, they swayed together with the rhythm.
For a moment, the audience seemed to have recovered from their sleep, and the entire music festival became lively.
"...together we'll run wild by a summer symphony this is what we enjoyed not a fantasy."
After Anyuan finished singing, the audience was still unsatisfied.
They were so excited that after cheering like a tsunami, they shouted for Anyuan and the others to sing again. They were not unrestrained, free and high enough yet. An encore was impossible. An encore at a music festival would be disrespectful to the band behind them.
Anyuan thanked him with both hands and led his brothers off the stage.