"I have to say that her positioning is very accurate and she is very suitable for singing this type of song." After listening to a few sentences, Zhao Lei gave his own evaluation.
Fang Jing shook his head, "It's a pity that I won't be able to go very far if I keep covering other people's songs. Besides, she has fixed her own position. If she doesn't talk about her mentor for a few more rounds, I'm afraid the audience will get tired of hearing it."
In the past life, there was a singer who was very popular. When he appeared on the stage, his fans cheered him all over the sky. He was often seen on major variety shows, and even served as a mentor to others.
But if you think carefully about his masterpieces, I'm afraid you can't even count the three. This kind of person probably doesn't even know how he became famous, and it's all because of the hype and packaging of the agency behind him.
"That's not necessarily the case." Zhao Lei chuckled, "I don't have any songs to buy, so what can I do if I have money?"
"Come on, people who can write good songs know music. They may not be able to sell them. It's more likely that you can sing them yourself. Take you for example, can you sell your songs?"
"Are you talking nonsense? If I were willing to sell songs, I would sleep on a flyover and hand out flyers? But there are more musicians in Xiangjiang. If you are willing to spend money, a few good songs will be no problem."
Fang Jing smiled. In the past life of the Chinese music scene, Wanwan and Xiangjiang accounted for 80% of the country. In the 1980s and 1990s, most of the pop singers came from these two places. Various music awards had no influence on the mainland.
But this life is just the opposite. Wanwan's culture has withered. Apart from being able to win a Golden Horse Award, there are no talents at all in other areas.
Even Luo Dayou and Li Zongsheng, who dominated an era, have disappeared, let alone Zhang Yusheng and Jay Chou.
The song "Dream Chaser" sung by Yu Meng was supposed to be written by Luo Dayou, but now it is written under the name of an old singer named Feng Fei. I don't know if it's fate or God's will.
"Take a look at me"
"Don't let the mortal world guard your empty pillow"
"Youth will never die without regrets"
"Forever Love"
"Let wandering footprints remain in the desert"
"Write lasting memories"
"Notes floating around"
"It's the deepest passion in your heart"
…
"Why are you so depressed? Still not happy after this?"
Yu Meng was not in high spirits after coming back and drank half a bottle of water in one breath. Zhao Lei picked up playing cards from somewhere and squatted on the ground to play train solitaire with Fang Jing. Seeing her frown, he asked casually.
"It's okay!" Yu Meng forced a smile.
"Is it because of Teacher Li Wen's comment?" Fang Jing said lightly, "We all heard it just now."
Three minutes ago…
After singing a song, Yu Meng looked at Han Hong and the others anxiously. Although she felt that she sang pretty well, the specifics had to be decided by her instructor. In the words of Master Huang, I don't want you to feel it, I want me to feel it.
"Yu Meng, right? The little girl is so beautiful. I almost thought she was Wu Qianlian when she came on stage!" Li Wen was the first to speak, joking with a smile.
It didn't mean that Meng was happy, so he continued: "I think you imitated it well, both the appearance and the voice are very familiar.
But this is not an imitation show, what we are looking for is the most original and beautiful voice, why don’t you try singing it with your own voice?”
The more Li Wen talked about it, the more Yu Meng panicked. She almost cried in the end, and she felt so aggrieved, "If I use the original voice and you will compare the original singer with me, I'm afraid I won't even have the chance to stand here."
"I'm sorry, my answer is no, but again, this is the sound of dreams, not an imitation show."
It was difficult to open the door, so Yu Meng had to force a smile and say thank you. At this moment, her heart felt cold, and she looked at the remaining two people. If one of Han Hong and Huang Xiaoming failed, then she would have no choice but to go home.
Fortunately, leader Huang, who has always been a popular singer, did not disappoint her. He first affirmed Li Wen's point of view and then said that she sang very well and that young people should not be beaten to death with a stick and should be given more chances.
When I arrived at Han Hong, I thought about it for a long time, and finally gave it to her because I wanted to see a different performance from her later on.
…
"Actually, what Teacher Li Wen said is not wrong." Fang Jing thought for a while and then said what was in his heart, "The competition becomes more and more intense as you go forward, and there are more and more powerful masters.
I suggest you choose some songs that test your singing skills and personal characteristics."
In the final analysis, a singer's stage still relies on his works. How to let the audience know you before you have works? It's only your voice. Otherwise, even if you become famous, you will only be a popular star.
What is a traffic star? It means that you become popular and cool off quickly. Once the company behind you stops promoting you, no one will remember you in three to five months.
Therefore, in order to maintain popularity, those traffic stars have to make some news every now and then. What to do if there is no news? Then taking the initiative to find news and bumping into other celebrities to gain popularity is also a method.
"What does it mean to be unique? I don't know which type I am suitable for."
After saying that, Yu Meng looked at the two of them with a look of help, "How about you two help me refer to it?"
Fang Jing...
He doesn't want to do this kind of thankless thing, so he just needs to sing it right. If he sings badly later, he will have to blame you.
"I know what level I am at. I am struggling right now. Maybe I will be eliminated in the next game. I won't blame you if I lose the game."
Seeing that there was a bit of silence in the air, Fang Jing looked at Zhao Lei: "Ahem! I'm talking to you!"
"Okay!" Zhao Lei immediately nodded in agreement, thought about it in his mind, and said, "But I also have conditions. You must treat me to meals for a week."
There is no other way, now I only have seventy or eighty yuan left in my pocket, which is almost not enough for housing, let alone food.
If he hadn't wanted to see how Fang Jing was singing, he would have gone back to hand out flyers and sell his singing.
"No problem, enough!" Yu Meng breathed a sigh of relief. She thought Zhao Lei was going to ask for something, but she didn't expect that it was actually for food.
She still has 7,000 to 8,000 yuan for living expenses given by her family, plus part of the usual savings, she still has 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. As long as she doesn't eat big meals, she can stay for a month.
She had just seen Zhao Lei's musical skills, and the applause from the audience was proof. Even Han Hong was full of praise, and he was more than enough to guide her.
"Zhao Lei, it's your uncle! Don't you have no money?"
Fang Jing was furious. The train Solitaire game they just played had gambling money. Every game was a meal, and Zhao Lei lost fourteen times to him.
"No wonder, let me tell you, you insist on playing even though I don't want to play anymore."
"How is that possible! Is this like someone who is short of money?"
Fang Jing looked Zhao Lei up and down. He saw a pair of jeans that had been washed and turned white. The original color could no longer be determined. There were many holes in the elbows and back of the jeans, and the buttons were all missing.
In his words, this is the style. It was like this when I first bought it. As for the vest inside, it is new. Fang Jing has seen it before. It costs 9 yuan and 9 yuan for a certain treasure with free shipping.
"picture!"
"Pfft!" Yu Meng laughed, "Does he owe you money? How much, I will pay you back."
Fang Jing pointed to the playing cards on the ground, "Not many, fourteen meals, two meals a day, exactly one week."
"You two have been playing cards for such a long time?" Yu Meng didn't know whether Fang Jing really didn't care about the game or was confident.
Others were restless and had to go to the bathroom seven or eight times. There was also a eldest sister whose feet were shaking all the time. She was so nervous that her palms were sweaty even when she sang.
The two eldest brothers in front of me didn't care at all. They were still in the mood to play cards and bet on food. They were really dissatisfied.