Chapter 32: The rainy season at the age of seventeen
"Hello, three mentors. My name is Fang Jing. I come from your province. I just turned eighteen this month."
Afraid of arousing resentment, Fang Jing spoke a little faster than usual. The three instructors have been tired for a day, and it would be annoying for anyone to listen to you introducing a lot of words in the bar.
Poor guy doesn't know that he's already on the red list. In order to attract traffic, the program team will at least let him stay for a few more rounds.
"Yeah!" Han Hong nodded and snorted moderately, feeling a little dissatisfied with this kind of thing.
However, being in the entertainment industry, she still understands some of the ways of the world. Which talent show is not a bit tricky? Sometimes just block people, and turn a blind eye and it will be over.
If it was just to let the relevant people show their faces in front of the TV, there were nearly ten or twenty people, she would be happy to do this as a favor, and let the investor be the boss.
But if she wants to rely on her connections to win the championship or be in the top ten right under her nose, I'm sorry, even if it's Shanghai TV, she won't give her face.
To be able to get more than a dozen connections, it depends on whether he has singing skills. It doesn't require how good he is, but at least he has to be passable, right? If he sings like a ghost crying or a wolf howling, she will immediately kick him out without saying a word.
"Young man is eighteen years old. Are you currently in high school or college? Why do you want to come to our show?" After clearing his throat, Leader Huang spoke first.
Han Hong has the confidence not to give face to Magic City TV because she has stars on her shoulders and usually focuses on singing, so she doesn't have much room to deal with these TV stations.
He, Huang Xiaoming, will have a lot of time in the TV industry in the future. If a big TV station like this can try not to offend him, it won't be a big deal.
"Hello, Teacher Huang, I haven't studied since I graduated from junior high school."
"Then what do you do now?"
"The homeless man hasn't started working yet."
Hearing this, Han Hong frowned and shook his head secretly. He was eighteen years old and had graduated from junior high school for at least a year or two, right? He had done nothing, so what were he doing at home?
Seeing the expressions of several instructors for a moment, Fang Jing knew something was wrong and hurriedly explained: "It's like this. I have been working in the countryside since I graduated from junior high school. I just moved to the county last month, so I haven't had time to find someone yet."
Work."
"That's right!"
A few people can accept this answer, but if a rural kid who pursues his dream of becoming a star and ignores all opposition from his family comes here, then he would be unreasonable.
It’s not that rural children are bad, but if you don’t even have enough to eat, why are you pursuing your dreams? What conditions at home don’t you know about?
For your so-called dream, the whole family tightens their belts and barely sells their blood. What’s the point of this kind of dream even if it succeeds?
After looking at it, Fang Jing's information showed that his parents were divorced. The instructors didn't mention this topic. One of them asked a few questions and asked him to start singing after two minutes.
At this point, the people in the waiting hall looked at each other. They didn't believe it if it wasn't a trick. "It doesn't matter. The instructor will ask you for so long?"
You must know that it only took two or three minutes for those people in front to get down, and it took two or three minutes for Fang Jing to just ask questions.
"The song I want to sing today is my own original song, The Rainy Season of Seventeen."
"It's over, this kid is seeking death!" Huang Xiaoming thumped, and his heart suddenly went cold. If you can't sing well, you have to sing an original song. I'll give it to you if you sing any classic song you want.
But why should I sing something original? Let’s not talk about the skills and artistic conception. If your lyrics and music are just like playing house, I would be embarrassed to say anything.
Han Hong smiled: "Young man, you are the first one to sing an original song today. You sing and we listen!"
Taking a deep breath, Fang Jing tried his best to calm his mind. This song was sung by Lin Zhiyin in his previous life. In this life, this little whirlwind has not debuted yet.
In order to cope with the competition, yesterday he specially registered the copyright for seven or eight lyrics and music, which cost him more than 2,000 yuan.
Eyebrows lowered, Fang Jing entered a new state in an instant, his fingertips touched the strings, and he skipped the prelude and started singing directly.
"When I was a kid,"
"There are many jasmine flowers in front of the door."
"It exudes a light fragrance."
"As I grow up,"
"Those jasmine flowers in front of the door,"
"It has slowly withered away and no longer sprouts."
…
After singing a few lines, Han Hong's eyes lit up, "There's something wrong. It seems like my eyesight is blind."
What she was best at in her life was moving people with her emotions. What bothered her the most were those fancy love songs that followed the trend, like "I love you" when she opened her mouth, and all kinds of ostentatious skills and soaring high notes.
All you have to say is that you have actually experienced this, but most people are just complaining for no reason and complaining about writing new words.
"The rainy season when I was seventeen,"
"We have common expectations."
"We also hugged each other tightly."
"What kind of mood, what age,"
"What kind of joy and what kind of crying."
As he sang, Fang Jing's eyes moistened, and he couldn't help but think of his classmates and friends in his previous life. After so many years, he didn't know how they were.
When we graduated from high school, we cried profusely and left each other parting messages. We haven't seen each other since then. We only occasionally heard that so-and-so got divorced and so-and-so was unhappy.
"In which year was the rainy season when I was seventeen?"
"Recalling every bit of childhood,"
"But I found that growth is slowly approaching."
…
"Young man, you hide your secrets!"
Han Hong pushed up her glasses and stared at Fang Jing, making him tremble, "Who did you learn to sing from?"
"Junior high school music teacher."
Han Hong......
Who are you fooling? Can a junior high school music teacher teach such a student? She wouldn't believe it even to death. Which junior high school teacher can teach lyrics, composition, ventilation and pitch conversion?
"It was really taught by my music teacher. He said I was very talented. I was still studying on my own online for a long time at that time."
What Fang Jing said was true. The No. 2 Middle School was the best junior high school in Chengdu. The music teacher they hired was certainly not bad, but they just didn't teach him so many things.
At that time, the teacher asked him to get up and sing as soon as he came to music class, and occasionally taught him some music knowledge.
"If what you say is true, I can only say that you are a genius, and I will vote for you."
"I appreciate your talent very much. Like Sister Han Hong, I vote for you."
"Your performance today exceeded my imagination and was better than expected, so I will give you a vote."
Li Wen gave the ticket directly, and Huang Xiaoming, who was rarely reconciled, followed closely and gave Fang Jing a vote.
The vote passed unanimously, and he won a big victory. Fang Jing breathed a sigh of relief, as he did not waste his time choosing this song. As for Han Hong's doubts, he did not take it at ease. Brother Xiao Zhi still didn't know where he was bending.
"Thank you three teachers. I will work harder in the future." Fang Jing bowed at 90 degrees and walked off the stage with his guitar in his arms.
Not long after he left, the leader of the program team immediately made a phone call, "Check to see if there is a team and contract company behind this scene?"
Before, they were concerned about Fang Jing's identity and wanted to increase the conversation, but they didn't expect that he didn't look like a newcomer at all when he opened his mouth.
So he doubted whether other companies were trying to use their own platform to promote their people.