" Let's welcome contestant 117, Xing Yinghao." Liu Hai saw Xing Yinghao walk out from another door. So that was how the back door came in.
Xing Yinghao stood on the stage and introduced himself to the coaches opposite him. It turned out that the audition coaches were not the Heavenly Kings and Queens introduced in the publicity, but teachers from major music academies and some second-and third-rate singers.
Xing Yinghao sang quite well. Although he was arrogant and domineering, his singing skills were still very good. Today, he was singing a rock song, the famous song of rock king Zhang Yongqiang," Heaven." Liu Hai had heard this song in the album he bought. It was a good inspirational song. Zhang Yongqiang had also become famous because of this song when he appeared on Central TV's Spring Festival Gala. He was also the youngest of China's Four Great Masked Kings.
The bespectacled man kept making all kinds of excited expressions from time to time. He kept saying all kinds of free lines in front of the camera. Liu Hai knew that he was about to go on stage, but he still had not received the musical instrument provided by the program team. The publicity did not say that they would provide musical instruments. If he had known earlier, he would have brought his guitar.
Liu Hai reluctantly walked to the backstage host and said," Teacher, I need a guitar. The song I'm singing is my original song. There's no accompaniment for me in the lyrics library. You see…" Liu Hai didn't want to offend this bespectacled man. A real man could sing and bend. He would look at me after he became famous.
It wasn't that the bespectacled man didn't know that he was singing an original song. It wasn't that he didn't know that he needed a guitar. The song and requirements on the registration form were clearly written. A person who had never attended a formal music academy was still an original? If you think it's an original, you can fold it as much as you want.
The bespectacled man looked at Liu Hai with disdain. When Liu Hai had just gone on stage, Young Master Xing had asked Feng Datian to pass a message to him to give him as little screen time as possible. If he offended Young Master Xing, would he have a good ending? The bespectacled man muttered in his heart as he took out a guitar from the instrument room.
A classical guitar? What the hell was going on? Most people would use a folk guitar, but this bespectacled man had brought him a classical guitar. Liu Hai looked at him in confusion, hoping that he could give him an explanation. He clearly asked for a folk guitar on the request column, but…
" This is the only one in the library. If you don't know how to play, you can sing a cappella." The bespectacled man glanced at his bangs and said.
Go lie to a ghost! There was no ordinary folk guitar, but there was a more advanced classical guitar. There was only one in the library. Liu Hai cursed in his heart.
At this moment, thunderous applause came from the stage in front of them. In order to enhance the atmosphere in the hall, the host praised the singing without any pity. Of course, in the end, it was unanimously approved.
"Contestant No. 117's voice is heavenly and his singing is superb. It seems that he is a rare seed. We wish him success and success. Next, let's welcome contestant 118 onto the stage!”The host held the name list at the front desk and spoke loudly and quickly. His speed was not inferior to Master Hua's good voice.
Liu Hai slung the guitar that he had tuned over his chest and was about to go on stage when he saw Xing Yinghao walking toward him. He whispered into Liu Hai's ear,"" Dream on if you want to get selected." However, it gave the impression that Xing Yinghao was encouraging Liu Hai. He could do the same thing. He would smile for everyone to see, but he would show Liu Hai a steel knife.
Before he even went on stage, the backstage host had already cut off the camera, and Xing Yinghao was attacking him face to face. If this was an ordinary young man who had set up these traps before he went on stage, it was very likely that he would either forget his lines or go out of tune after he went on stage. But who was Liu Hai? He had been in the lower echelons for more than 20 years, and his willpower was much stronger than ordinary people.
Liu Hai smiled and quickly walked onto the stage." Contestant 117, what kind of shock will you bring us? Let us wait and see!" As Liu Hai went on stage, the entire studio burst into thunderous applause.
Liu Hai looked at the audience below the stage. There were about 2,000 people. The performance hall was decorated luxuriously. The entire performance hall was in a shape of eight. The stage was in front of the stage, and there were five judges sitting in front of the stage. These experts or singers were different every day. They were either musicians or singers, B-list celebrities or relatively famous singers. However, there was a teacher from the music academy at the venue to hold the line and comment on each selection.
At this moment, Liu Hai was facing the audience. He felt many pairs of eyes looking at him. Some were questioning him, some were appreciating him, and some were amazed. All kinds of gazes were focused on Liu Hai. In the past, when he sang in the karaoke hall, the number of customers he faced did not exceed 300. Now that Liu Hai was facing an audience of thousands, he could not help but tremble.
If you sang well, they would be your fans. If you sang off-key, they would not pity their own saliva and fire at you. However, once you sang well, you would be surrounded by applause, fame, praise, and money. It was no wonder that people would not regret it even if they were beaten to death just to be able to sing on stage.
" Hello, host, teachers, and audience. I'm contestant number 117, Liu Hai," Liu Hai said to the audience and teachers with a microphone.
" Take a look at this contestant. He's young and handsome, but he's still not as good as me," the host said with a smile.
" I say, emcee, you're really thick-skinned. If the country needs a bulletproof vest, you can put it on," said a 50-year-old gentleman on the judges 'table.
" Can't you give me some face?" The host said with a smile. After he finished speaking, the audience below the stage laughed loudly. The atmosphere in the venue became much more imposing. Liu Hai had to admire the host's eloquence. From a professional point of view, this host was qualified.
" Alright, sing with passion and elegance. This is the audition for popular songs. Now, let's hand the stage to the contestants." After the emcee finished speaking, he went invisible to the side of the stage. Liu Hai's legs were trembling. Yes, he was indeed a little afraid. The confidence he had on stage had long run away. Liu Hai turned his body and casually floated behind him. When he saw Xing Yinghao's figure that seemed to be smiling, Liu Hai's heart immediately calmed down. The desire to fight rose in his heart. He wanted to see his brother make a fool of himself." You're not qualified enough." Liu Hai took a deep breath. The desire for victory in his heart was ignited once again.
When Liu Hai held the microphone and was about to sing, there was a faint commotion in the audience below the stage. Then, there were voices communicating.
"He's so handsome!"
"He is indeed handsome, but why do I feel that he looks familiar?”
"Ah, he introduced himself just now. His name is Liu Hai.”
"Who's Liu Hai?"
" I don't know, but I feel like he's very familiar. He looks like a singer I know," a young girl said.
The judges at the front of the stage were talking to each other, but there was one person who was very special. His eyes were filled with ridicule and disdain, and the smile on his face was a little contemptuous. His name was Zhao Xinhai, and he was a B-list singer. Someone had just sent a message to him to be more ruthless when he gave his comments. He did not want his bangs to pass.
Liu Hai adjusted the height of the microphone, and finally adjusted the pitch of the guitar. He nodded to the audience and the judges below and said,"I'll bring you a song called 'My Future Is Not a Dream'."
Beautiful guitar sounds flowed out from Liu Hai's fingertips. The classical guitar was the one that Liu Hai used the most in his previous life because its melody was very beautiful and gave people a feeling that shook their hearts.
A string of prefixing, a string of gorgeous playing techniques, under the special lens of the photographer, gave people an exciting passion. People's hearts were tightly grasped by Liu Hai's guitar.
Are you like me bowing under the sun
Sweating silently and hard at work
Are you like me, even if you're indifferent
I won't give up the life I want
The clear singing spread from the stage to every corner of the hall. Everyone had shed tears and sweat for their ideals. The indifference and disdain they received when pursuing their ideals made the hearts of the audience tremble. This was the resonance between the voice and the audience's thoughts. No matter if the song was tacky or elegant, as long as the song could resonate with the audience's heart, it was a good song.
Are you like me, busy pursuing all day long?
Pursuing an unexpected gentleness
Are you at a loss like me?
Time and time again, wandering on the crossroads
'Cause I don't care what people say
I've never forgotten me
The promise to myself, the persistence to love
I know my future is not a dream
I live every minute seriously
my future is not a dream
My heart is moving with hope
my future is not a dream
I live every minute seriously
my future is not a dream
My heart is moving with hope
Following the hope moving
When Liu Hai sang the line " My Future Is Not a Dream," the entire audience almost stood up. This was what they were thinking. This was what Liu Hai was singing for them. Every line of the lyrics deeply touched the hearts of the audience. They swayed their bodies gently to the rhythm of the music. They all had a dream, a dream that was placed in the deepest part of their hearts. They were all pursuing their dreams. When they were pursuing their ideals, hardships and tears often accompanied them. However, what remained unchanged was his desire for ideals.
" Brother Shanliang, it's Brother Shanliang." When the song ended, a female voice came from the audience. At this moment, everyone started to move again. So this was Brother Shanliang. He was the most popular person on the Internet and the brother with the most conscience. As more and more voices joined in, it was like a flash flood that instantly swept through the entire recording studio. Applause and cheers echoed in the concert hall, just like the tide of the sea. Some people even walked out of their seats and rushed to the stage.
People didn't know about Liu Hai, but they knew about Brother Shanliang. The song " Match Heaven " had moved many people. Some people had shed tears after watching the video, but most people were moved by the video at Tomorrow Bar.
The emcee was also moved by Liu Hai's song, but when he saw the audience rushing towards the stage, he quickly walked to the center of the stage and said," Everyone, please calm down. Please return to your seats and let us continue to listen to the judges 'comments on Liu Hai's song. You guys are excited, and so am I. I even cried when I saw the video this morning."
The security guard who was maintaining order at the scene saw that the mood was not right and walked out from the side door. He persuaded the audience who had not yet rushed to the stage to return to their seats. The appeal of the song was vividly displayed at this time. Liu Hai used his special voice to sing the song.
It was like crying to tell the world that my future was not a dream. This was also Liu Hai's cry to the world and his voice.
Xing Yinghao, who was backstage, did not want to see such a scene. His original plan was to hit Liu Hai before he went on stage and interfere with his singing mood, causing him to break down while singing. After listening to Liu Hai's song, he shook his head in disappointment. Even if you were lucky, so what if the song was good?
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