Putting down the phone, Fang Jing smiled and said, "It's me, isn't it the same as on TV?"
"It's indeed different. You look fairer in real life. Your home is in your province. Why would you want to come to Shanghai?"
Holding the tea cup, Yu Meng was a little curious. Historically, the protagonists of Metamorphosis were short-lived, and generally consumed for a while and then there was no follow-up.
"Like you, pursue your dreams, join the Chinese Dream Voice, and then become a star."
"Tch! This is not a dream for us. We are just asking for a few days off to play. Even if we are lucky enough to make it to the finals, we will still have to go back to study, unless we no longer want the diploma."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Did your sister come with you? I'm her fan."
When I was watching The Metamorphosis last night, Yu Meng liked the little girl Fang Hui the most. She was cute, cute and silly.
"No, I came here by myself. She still has to go to school and she doesn't dare to skip class."
Yu Meng was disappointed. He originally wanted to meet her, so he shook his head and said casually, "Will you sing your own song this time?"
"certainly!"
Fang Jing came here to make a big splash this time. Even if he couldn't sign with an entertainment company, the songs he sang would still have to be sold at a good price, so this... shot must be a blockbuster.
"Really? Then I'm looking forward to your wonderful performance."
Yu Meng didn't expect Fang Jing to produce any good songs. After all, the conditions were there, and Fang Jing's songs were probably just soliloquies.
Everyone in their club can compose a few songs like this, but it’s fine for daily entertainment, but they can’t afford to lose that person when they put it on stage.
After briefly chatting for a few words, Fang Jing left after seeing that the time was almost up. After all, they just met by chance, and whether they could see each other in the future was still one thing.
…
Early the next morning, before nine o'clock, Fang Jing was already waiting outside the pergola. In order to leave a good impression, he specially wore a long-sleeved white shirt with light blue jeans and white shoes.
With his guitar on his back and his shirt tucked into his trousers, he attracted a lot of attention even before he entered the venue. There were many young people like him chasing dreams in the crowded venue.
There are even some singers who are already slightly famous and have signed with a management company, but they are just here to show off their reputation through shows.
There are also some online anchors with beautiful people and sweet songs and millions of fans. They come here to show their faces. No matter whether they win or lose the game, they will not lose money anyway.
Around the square, there are also a lot of people who claim to be talent scouts. When they take out their business cards, they are from a certain company, which specializes in selecting young and beautiful girls. As for whether they are true or false, Fang Jing cannot know.
After waiting for more than an hour, Fangjing was extremely hot. It wasn't because of how big the sun was, but because today was a crisp autumn day with a cool breeze. The reason why it was so hot was purely because of the crowding.
The crowds were so crowded that it was impossible to walk one by one. This scene reminded Fang Jing of the Spring Festival travels in his previous life.
"Next, Fang Jing." The staff came out and shouted with a loudspeaker.
"Finally it's me!"
Wiping the sweat off his forehead and temples, Fang Jing took a deep breath, pushed past the crowd in front, and strode in.
As soon as he entered the shed, a blast of cool air hit his face, with three desktop fans blowing against each other. If it weren't for the two examiners, Fang Jing almost screamed in comfort.
"Hello teachers, I am candidate No. 198 Fang Jing."
In the Chinese entertainment industry, no matter who you are dealing with, from kings and queens to people repairing light bulbs and anti-corrosion equipment, it is right to call them "teacher".
The middle-aged man wearing glasses looked at Fang Jing's information, stared at him for a few seconds, and said with a smile, "Have you ever participated in Shonan TV's Metamorphosis?"
"Yes, teacher."
This resume was submitted by Fang Jing. In the work experience section, he specifically added the record of Metamorphosis. After all, this is a bonus item and should not be used in vain.
The man nodded, very satisfied with this resume. Just the fact that the rural actor of Metamorphosis participated in the Chinese Dream Voice is very topical.
"Sing a few lines a cappella! It's best if it's something you're good at. I'll listen to your voice."
Without saying much, Fang Jing bowed and then sang a few lines of a popular singer's representative song, his voice crisp and full of breath.
The man nodded, exchanged a few words with the other examiner, signed his name, and put Fang Jing's information aside.
"Yes, I'm looking forward to your better performance in the future."
"Thank you teacher!"
Fang Jing bowed, it was for the sake of saying that, but he didn't know that he had passed the test.
After receiving the ticket to Magic City TV from the staff, Fang Jing exited the pergola with a smile. He passed the audition, and the next step was the primary election in a few days.
Looking at the admission ticket in Fang Jing's hand, the onlookers outside immediately rushed towards him, "Brother, have you passed? The examiners always ask those questions, is it difficult?"
"Young man, I'm from Huangyuan Media. Are you interested in joining our company?"
"Handsome guy, add me as a friend and chat!"
…
Along the seven or eight meters of road, Fang Jing received four or five business cards and a dozen small notes, which he squeezed to the edge of the square and threw them all into the trash can.
"call!"
After exhaling, Fang Jing looked at the sea of people. Some were crying, some were laughing, some were happy and some were sad. Although he passed the test, he knew that the difficulty was still to come.
To put it bluntly, the audition is just the simplest process. The examiner doesn't care about your musical ability at all. You can basically pass if you can sing a few lines if you look good.
Fang Jing will have at least several thousand opponents next. It is not that easy to defeat six players in five stages and reach the finals.
…
Three days later, Fang Jing entered the Magic City TV station with his guitar on his back, passed through several security checks, handed over his cell phone and some personal belongings, and then signed a confidentiality agreement.
It took more than half an hour to arrive at the waiting hall, where two to three hundred people had already gathered.
The primary election is divided into seven days, with almost 300 people every day. The instructor tests the people who have been selected one by one, in order to appear on TV.
In the hall, a large LCD screen hangs, which is the preliminary selection screen. There are three mentors. Han Hong and Li Wen are veterans in the music industry.
The other person is Huang Xiaoming, who is responsible for attracting traffic. This kind of matching method is already common, and it is like this in many variety shows.
Fang Jing saw Yu Meng in the hall. She had no musical instruments and was dressed in a white dress like a blooming lotus. She was quiet and not enchanting. The two looked at each other, nodded and said nothing.
A host stood under the screen with a microphone. After hearing the voice in the headset, he loudly said, "Next Yu Meng, Yang Huan is ready."
After calling herself, Yu Meng stood up and walked in nervously. After several turns, she came to the backstage. From her angle, she could see the instructor and the camera on the stage.
This is a small studio with no audience or anything, just instructors and cameras. She walked up as soon as the contestants above came up.
"Wow, she is a beautiful little girl." Han Hong joked before she even opened her mouth.
Li Wen laughed and said, "If we never come back to our prime years, we old aunties can't compare."
"Can you please remove them, I'm only in my twenties this year?"
"Hahaha! That's enough for you two. Why don't you let me introduce myself first?" Huang Xiaoming said.
Seeing her instructor looking at her, Yu Meng smiled and said, "My name is Yu Meng. I am 20 years old. I come from Chengdu, Sichuan Province. I am a junior student. I have been interested in singing since I was a child."