Chapter 99 I can only sing the songs I wrote! Four thousand-word chapters!)
The Shonan Satellite TV Building is located in the most prosperous area of the center of Shonan. It rises from the ground in the center and looks very majestic.
Is this the building?
This is my first time to see such a big building with my own eyes!
call!
This building is great!
When Lu Yuan got out of the car and looked up to see this towering satellite TV building, he was inevitably shocked to show his respect.
Standing under this building, no matter how you look at it, you feel extremely small.
Just like ants.
"Director Lu, hurry up, put this on quickly..."
"ah?"
"This little dog hood, okay? I carefully prepared it for you..."
"I have to wear this thing now?" Lu Yuan was stunned.
"Yes, except when you don't need to wear it when rehearsing alone or in the room, you have to wear it at other times. The program requires it..."
"this……"
Lu Yuan took the hood that Liu Shuyao took from the back seat, feeling a little complicated for no reason.
How can I stand wearing it at all other times?
I'm not Spider-Man!
Do you have to be so deceitful to participate in a show?
"Quick, Director Lu, put it on quickly, those paparazzi reporters are coming soon..." Liu Shuyao hurriedly urged after seeing a few figures running towards her not far away.
"Okay... ok." Lu Yuan thought for a while and put on the mask and hood after about two days.
At first he thought the mask was quite heavy, but after actually putting it on, Lu Yuan realized that it fit just right and did not affect his breathing. It seemed that it was made of a relatively light material.
It seems quite humane.
"Director Lu, after you put it on, no matter what questions others ask you, you don't have to say anything. I will help you handle everything. You just have to stand. Well, this is my responsibility as an agent!"
"Oh...Okay, thank you." Lu Yuan nodded.
Just when Lu Yuan put on the mask and was about to adjust the position of his headgear, suddenly a large number of excited reporters and a group of onlookers screaming and wondering who they were rushed over...
"Hello, audience friends, I am now at the foot of the Shonan Building. Next we will welcome the last contestant of our "King of Cross-border Masked Singer" competition. Come on, follow my footsteps and let's go explore and see if you can
You can’t find out any secrets..."
"Hello, what is your occupation? Why did you participate in this show?"
"Hello Shuyao, can you tell me more about your background as a singer?"
"Hello, Mr. Dog, can you tell us your impression of Xiangnan Satellite TV? What is your occupation?"
"What is your profession? Are you an actor? Are you married? Is your lover an insider?"
"Hello, may I ask...are you from the Mainland or Taiwan?"
"Are you a talent show singer?"
"What's your name please..."
"..."
"..."
After Lu Yuan faced all kinds of questions from reporters, he just remained silent after listening to Liu Shuyao's words.
To be honest, even if he was asked to answer, he wouldn't know how to answer.
Not adaptable.
The light from the camera made him uncomfortable, making him unable to open his eyes. At the same time, his eyes felt very dry, so he quickly blocked them with his hands.
To be honest, although this was not the first time he had experienced this kind of battle, he was still not used to it.
I always feel very uncomfortable.
It seems that I am not born with this material.
"Hello everyone, I can't reveal too much about the identity of Mr. Dog, the singer. The only thing I can reveal is that he is a person that I admire very much. Well, he is also quite popular in the entertainment industry. Oh, by the way.
, his singing is very nice, he can be said to be a singer, his songs are quite inspirational, and
Yes...ah, I can't reveal too much, that's it, see you on stage!" Liu Shuyao faced the camera with a cute smile, and then when she realized that she had said too much, she said cutely
He stuck out his tongue, and then led Lu Yuan into the building under the questioning of the group of reporters.
The security guards of the building stopped the group of reporters, who looked at each other in confusion.
"The first message, an inspirational singer who has gone through vicissitudes of life?"
"I'm guessing he's very old! At least around forty years old!"
"Yes, I also think he is very old, probably in his forties..."
"Maybe a grassroots singer?"
"Is the grassroots singer famous in the circle?"
"It doesn't seem to be..."
"By the way, how many inspirational singers are there who are popular in the entertainment industry?"
"It seems there are quite a few..."
"Are you a professional singer?"
"No, this is the "Crossover King of Masked Singer" program. It's definitely not a professional singer, it should be an amateur."
"Yes, can you guess it?"
"I can't guess, but just listen to his songs. I can tell who he is just by listening to his voice, as long as he is somewhat famous in the industry!"
"right."
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Originally, Liu Shuyao was going to take Lu Yuan around the city in southern Hunan and take him to eat local stinky tofu, but Lu Yuan finally refused.
Nonsense, wearing a hood and mask when going out is very inconvenient even if your mouth is exposed when eating. Besides, Lu Yuan himself is tired after traveling so much and has no energy to go out to eat.
So he went back to the hotel and had a good sleep.
A night of silence.
The next day it started to rain lightly throughout southern Hunan.
Lu Yuan got up around six o'clock and looked at the drizzle outside the house.
There are row upon row of high-rise buildings in the distance, towering in this city that is hundreds of miles away. Looking from a distance, countless vehicles are constantly coming and going...
It's a pretty good morning.
But Lu Yuan always felt that something was wrong. It seemed that he had completely changed from a few months ago.
What exactly is the difference?
Lu Yuan fell into deep thought.
After thinking deeply for a few minutes, he subconsciously touched his pocket and realized something was different.
Take out the cigarette and light it silently.
The person is still the same person, but the number of times he smokes has been reduced a lot.
It's hard to imagine that he usually smokes a pack a day. From yesterday to today, he seems to have only smoked two or three cigarettes, and for some reason, the taste of smoking is getting worse and worse.
As soon as he smoked, Lu Yuan thought of the plot of "The Wanderer". As soon as he thought of the plot, the desperate scene of the protagonist "Wang Jiaming" constantly twitching and rolling on the ground appeared in Lu Yuan's mind...
Lu Yuan shook his head, took three or four puffs and then put out the cigarette butt. Although his body wanted to smoke, his mind seemed to be imprisoned.
The whole person is inexplicably conflicted.
The plot of "The Wanderer" came to his mind.
This "Wanderer" should be my first and last movie, and I will try my best to play it well.
No matter what the outcome is, as long as there are no regrets.
It can be regarded as adding a bit of color to my farewell.
I wave my hand, not taking away a single cloud.
Lu Yuan suddenly thought of this poem, then he raised his head slightly and looked at the sky at a forty-five degree angle. His expression became solemn and serious, and he put one hand slightly behind his back, looking like a scholar and poet...
In fact, I am also quite culturally accomplished.
Lu Yuan fell into a narcissistic fart...
Unfortunately, Lu Yuan's self-pretending could never last for a second. Just when he was immersed in emotion and put himself into the state of a scholar and poet, there was a knock on the door outside the house, interrupting Lu Yuan's self-pretending.
Lu Yuan was helpless.
What are you doing this early in the morning?
Someone is here so early?
When he looked outside through the peephole, he saw Liu Shuyao outside.
He opened the door.
"Hehe, good morning, Director Lu."
"morning."
"Let's have breakfast."
"So early?"
"Yes, your rehearsals are very tight today. I have to help you find the state early so that you can go on stage tomorrow. Oh, this time it is a live broadcast without any editing, so you'd better not make any mistakes, otherwise it will cost you a lot of money."
What about the points... Director Lu, are you nervous?"
"I'm not nervous..." Lu Yuan shook his head.
He was somewhat disapproving.
He didn't even feel any nervousness.
Just go on stage and sing a song and that's it. After singing and singing, you can go back and continue filming...
In the end, why bother with him?
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After breakfast, Liu Shuyao immediately took Lu Yuan to train.
The program team arranged a music instructor named Chen Ming for Lu Yuan.
This is a middle-aged man with hair dyed green and wearing white glasses.
Lu Yuan felt that this person looked a bit exaggerated, and at the same time he also had a little bit of arrogance.
In short, when Lu Yuan walked in, he always looked at Lu Yuan with a little disapproval and contempt.
Chen Ming looked at Lu Yuan and shook his head.
Another layman...
It was difficult to conceal the disdain in my heart.
He used to be a singer, and he used to be an original singer. He was also a little king-level figure in the mainland more than ten years ago.
Later, he briefly left the music scene for half a year due to illness. When he returned to the music scene half a year later, he found that his fortune was no longer good.
The music scene is changing with each passing day, with countless powerful singers taking the stage, and countless wandering groups dominating the screen...
Although he later released an album and the album sales were not bad, it eventually went downhill.
In the past ten years, the entire Chinese music scene has undergone tremendous changes. New singers emerge every day, and talented young talents dominate the screen every day.
Although he worked hard, his performance got worse day by day, and he eventually became a marginalized figure in the music world.
Except for occasionally hearing a few words about him in the Chinese music scene, no one online knows who he is now.
Despite this, the arrogance in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, and his temper is getting weirder and weirder. If his manager hadn't persuaded him to come over and help train the new crossover talent today, he wouldn't have even watched a show like this!
He felt it was an insult.
Little fresh meat, popular stars, directors, and even screenwriters can sing. Isn't this an insult to the music industry?
It is these people who have ruined the music scene and prevented capable singers from truly singing!
This is such a disgusting time!
So when Lu Yuan came in and he heard someone introducing Lu Yuan as a director, he didn't have a good impression of Lu Yuan.
He doesn't watch movies and rarely listens to pop songs.
He stubbornly feels that the songs on the market now are all useless rubbish.
"Are you Lu Yuan?"
"yes."
"The director of "Buried Alive"? A young man who is very popular recently?"
"Cough, cough, okay..." Lu Yuan was modest.
"I don't care how popular or powerful you were before, but you have to remember one thing in front of me. You are just a newcomer, and you are not qualified to show off."
"Oh, okay."
"Brother Chen, Director Lu is..."
"You go ahead, no one can interrupt in my class!"
Seeing that Chen Ming had a bad attitude toward Lu Yuan, Liu Shuyao quickly stood up and wanted to remind him, but was rudely interrupted by Chen Ming.
Chen Ming feels uncomfortable looking at anyone now.
They are all a bunch of losers who rely on their faces to make a living.
Liu Shuyao's face turned red at being interrupted like this, and she got angry for no reason.
Why is this person like this? Why did the program team hire such a person?
She was about to come over and remind Chen Ming that Lu Yuan was actually a singer and an amazing singer, but Lu Yuan shook his head at her and told her not to do anything.
Then, she fell silent.
"You smell like cigarettes. Do you smoke?"
"Um."
"No smoking is allowed from today until the end of the game."
"Oh, okay."
"Okay, can you play guitar?"
"I know a little bit..."
"Play it for me and let me see your skills."
"oh."
Chen Ming handed the guitar to Lu Yuan and then narrowed his eyes.
Lu Yuan took the guitar, hesitated for a moment, and then played "Night", which is quite popular in this world.
"Crack!"
"That's nonsense. What are you playing? Doesn't the guitar need to be tuned?" But after playing for just a few minutes, he heard Chen Ming patting the table next to him and glaring at Lu Yuan.
"Then I'll readjust it..." Lu Yuan looked at Chen Ming, then breathed out slightly and started to tune. He originally thought that the guitar had been tuned.
"Forget it, don't tune in yet. Just sing a song from Chen Jinhong's "In the Mood for Love" and let me hear how your voice sounds."
"Ah? "In the Mood for Love"?" Lu Yuan was stunned when he heard this unfamiliar name.
"Yes! Give me a climax and I'll listen to it..."
"I don't know how..." Lu Yuan shook his head. He had never heard of this song. How could he?
"Then Li Yong's "Forever Youth"." Chen Ming stared at Lu Yuan.
"I don't know how to..." Lu Yuan looked up in confusion.
"Zhou Xian's "Song of Loneliness"!" Chen Ming's eyes were slightly unkind, and he even narrowed his eyes.
"No way...can you let me hear it first?"
""Farewell" by Chen Hong!"
"Won't……"
"You don't know how to do this, then what do you know...are you really a singer or a troublemaker?" Chen Ming got angry.
He felt that Lu Yuan was a thorn in his side.
Is there anyone who can't sing these famous songs?
Come here to argue?
"I can only sing the songs I wrote." Lu Yuan raised his head slightly and looked at Chen Ming, he was helpless.
He's really not causing trouble.
It’s just that he really doesn’t know these songs.
"What!" There was a trace of ridicule in Chen Ming's eyes, and he even showed a rather disdainful smile without concealing it. "You can't even crawl, but you want to fly?"
His impression of Lu Yuan was extremely bad.
"Maybe I can fly?" Lu Yuan looked at Chen Ming!
"Okay, today I will see how you fly and you sing the song you wrote! I will listen!"