The audition was the first round, with more than 1,200 people passing through. After the second round of preliminary rounds, only 100 people were left after three days.
Due to limited recording time, the next competition will be broadcast nationwide, and the program team cannot perform on stage one by one as before, so a group of talents have to be eliminated.
Two days later, Jing received a phone call, asking him to gather in Taili for the next day. It was still the same waiting hall, but this time there were much fewer people.
The previous outfield host was gone, replaced by the program planner, a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing rimless glasses, very polite.
"Bang bang bang!" After everyone took their seats, the planner clapped his hands and turned his attention to him.
"First of all, congratulations on coming back here again. This means that you are one step closer to your dream. My name is He Kangsheng, and I am the program planner."
"Most of you here should have watched the last season of The Voice of Chinese Dream and understand some of the rules of the competition, but I still have to explain it again about my responsibilities."
"One week later, only 70 of you, one hundred and two, will be able to show off your singing voices to the national audience in the largest studio of Shanghai TV."
"Before this, there will be a round of knockout rounds. More than 30 people will have to leave with regret. I will report the songs you want to sing later and the program team will arrange background music."
After speaking, He Kangsheng left, leaving only two stage managers to collect their song titles, "Are there any original ones? If so, come over and fill in the song titles and lyrics."
Experts are among the people. This kind of large-scale music talent show has original musicians every year, and the stage manager roars as usual.
Unexpectedly, there were seven or eight people standing up at once, and Fang Jing was the youngest. Seeing so many people, the stage manager Chen Xiang was shocked. He remembered that there were not so many original works in the previous round.
"Don't stand there stupidly, go get pen and paper!" another experienced stage manager reminded.
"Okay, Brother Wang, I'll get it right now!"
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In the hall, seven or eight people who wanted to sing original songs were burying their heads in writing and drawing, completely ignoring the seventy or eighty eyes around them.
"These guys are so awesome, they dare to sing original songs."
"It's a pity that I don't have the ability to compose. Otherwise, if I sing an original song, what if it becomes popular?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Don't envy them, they are just a bunch of gamblers, they can't learn."
"That is, if you ask me to say, we should stick to it steadily and be original and wait until it becomes popular in the future."
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"What, are you envious?" Brother Wang, the stage manager, patted Chen Xiang on the shoulder.
Looking at Fang Jing's group, Chen Xiang shook his head, "I can't say that, I just admire them a little. How many of these people do you think can stand out?"
"I'm not a god, how would I know? It's not that easy to get ahead. The right time, right place and right people are indispensable. But I think only that kid has some hope, and the others are hanging on."
"You mean Fang Jing? Why? Is he young?"
"It has nothing to do with age." Brother Wang shook his head and sighed, "Others have been playing music for a long time, ranging from seven or eight years to more than ten years.
Have you seen that one with long hair? He has released an album, and there is that fat girl. One of her songs was played on the radio in my car this morning.
These people have half their feet stuck in the entertainment industry. They can't get in and don't want to get out. They will become famous sooner than later."
"They don't lack singing skills. What's missing is just opportunities and support from noble people. This time they came just to gain fame. The new songs will either be an instant hit, or they will fail to advance and continue to struggle."
Chen Xiang clicked his tongue, "Isn't this too risky? Since there is no shortage of singing skills, why not be more cautious and move forward one step at a time?"
"Tch! You are still young and don't understand, so how can you advance so easily? Fang Jing is different. I have seen his singing, and he is a very talented and intelligent young man. As long as he is lucky, he has a high chance of becoming famous in the future."
"Brother, do you know how to read faces? Then you can see if I have any chance of becoming famous?"
"roll!"
Among the crowd, Yu Meng frowned and looked at Fang Jing, who was concentrating on writing lyrics and frowned slightly, "Are you so confident?"
A few days ago, she heard that Fang Jing sang an original song in the preliminary competition. She didn't know the quality yet because she left early that day and the TV series hadn't aired yet.
Unexpectedly, in just a few days, Fang Jing actually submitted another original song. If you are so courageous, are you not afraid of jumping on the street?
"Hello, brother, my name is Zhao Lei. Nice to meet you. I listened to your song that day and sang it very well."
As soon as Fang Jing finished handing in the order, a young man wearing jeans and a rope chain around his neck greeted him with a grin.
"Zhao Lei? It turns out to be you!"
Fang Jing was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered who it was. The person in front of him was famous in the folk music circle, but in his previous life.
His Chengdu and A Diao are popular all over the country, and he is a genuine singer-songwriter.
He could play, sing, and speak, and he could also compose music and lyrics. Later, he signed with a management company and held several concerts.
At that time, his career was on the rise, and he was constantly accepting various commercial and variety shows. He was simply a rising star in the folk music industry.
Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, this guy actually ran away and suddenly disappeared from the public eye. The reason was that this kind of life was not what he wanted. He was too tired and had no time to create.
Fang Jing expressed regret and admiration for the singer's departure. In the fame and fortune fair of the entertainment industry, not many people can withstand the temptation.
Many singers' masterpieces were written just after they debuted or before their debut. On the contrary, they have not had many works since they became popular, but they have received many variety shows and TV shows.
"Do you know me?" Zhao Lei wondered. Has this guy seen him singing on the street?
"I met you a few days ago, but I didn't know your name."
Fang Jing told the truth that he had indeed met Zhao Lei a few days ago, but he hadn't seen him for almost twenty years, so his memory was a bit blurry and he didn't recognize him for a while.
"Really? I wanted to say hello to you that day, but I didn't expect you to leave too fast. Why don't you leave a phone number so that we can communicate when you have time?"
Fang Jing was ashamed. At this time, Zhao Lei was already in his twenties, and his musical level was several levels higher than him. How could he dare to do what he did?
Forget about communicating, just leave the phone number and ask him another day if he has written it in Chengdu. If not, I will sell it to him at a friendly price.
In his previous life, he was also a singer that Fang Jing liked very much. At worst, he would make less money.
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After coming out of the Magic City TV station, Fang Jing rubbed his face with both hands. He didn't know if it was the butterfly effect. He remembered that Zhao Lei came to prominence a few years later and had never participated in a talent show before.
The world is a bit chaotic. Many stars disappear and many stars suddenly appear. It seems that you have to do more homework when you go back. Don't be embarrassed if Li Kui bumps into him one day.
Three days later, at five o'clock in the afternoon, in a large studio at Shanghai TV Station, three instructors were sitting more than ten meters in front of the stage, with an audience of 500 people behind them.
On the stage, a male and a female host were reading the opening remarks.
Backstage, Fang Jing and Zhao Lei were chatting together. Their names were at the back and they couldn't get their turn yet.
"You two are so relaxed, not nervous at all." Yu Meng walked over with a smile. Today she was wearing a casual dress and her hair was specially styled.
"Hello, my name is Yu Meng."
"Zhao Lei!"
Seeing Yu Meng reaching out his hand, Zhao Lei also shook it symbolically.
"Fang Jing, I feel a little embarrassed if you stare at me like that again."
"Ahem! Where did you buy your clothes? They weren't cheap, were they?"
"It's really not cheap, it's seven to eight thousand!"
"I didn't expect you to be a rich woman?"
Yu Meng curled her lips, "I wish I were a rich woman. I promise to eat and drink at home every day. This is a rental. The bracelets, necklaces, dresses, and shoes cost hundreds a day."