Singing in the Bar
This morning, Liu Hai had the most relaxing time running and practicing his martial arts. He didn't have to secretly look around when he was practicing. Because the corner of the park was very secluded and surrounded by shrubs or woods, it was definitely the best place to sit or practice his voice. In the morning, there were also people practicing their voice in the park. Liu Hai's "ah" and "sigh" sounds weren't that shocking.
Liu Hai took off his sweat-soaked sportswear. Since he had not bought a water heater at this time, he took a shower with cold water. After putting on his clothes, he carried his guitar and walked out of the door. He was going to find a bar today and be a resident singer temporarily.
Liu Hai knew very well that he was only a newcomer at the moment. He had neither fame nor experience. Only a fool would recommend him. Therefore, Liu Hai had asked Jia Ming to give him a place in the school. It was not because he was not knowledgeable enough, but because he wanted to give him a certificate that he could trust after meeting him.
Liu Hai didn't want to go too far this time. He planned to find a bar nearby. There were schools near the film factory, such as the Film Academy, the Post and Transportation College, and the University of Finance and Economics. It was a place where young talents gathered. There would definitely be bars and other entertainment venues.
About 500 meters away from Liu Hai's neighborhood, Liu Hai found a bar, Strawberry Bar. It had a good name. The taste of the bar could be seen from the fashionable decoration outside. The bar usually opened at around 6 pm. It was now morning, which was also the time when the bar closed. However, Liu Hai still wanted to try his luck because the boss was usually taking stock of the bar's goods at this time.
Liu Hai pushed open the door of the Strawberry Bar. The door was not closed, and the interior was decorated in a somewhat western style. The dim lighting made it possible to vaguely see the distribution of the seats. This was a standard open-style performance hall. The wall lamps around it emitted rings of light, making the performance hall look romantic and psychedelic.
" Sir, who are you looking for? We are not open for business yet. I'm sorry," a young man in Chinese clothing came over and asked, interrupting Liu Hai's thoughts.
" Mm, no…no, I'm not here to play. I…I'm here to ask if you guys need a resident singer."
The receptionist looked at him and saw a young man carrying a guitar. He was about the same age as him, but he was dressed in ordinary clothes. He looked like a student. He had seen people like this many times. Every time he saw them, they would either give him cigarettes or say good things. However... this young man looked like a virgin.
"I don't know either!" the waiter said impatiently.
"Then, then is your boss around?"
" Our boss..." The receptionist turned her head to look at the counter in the distance, then signaled Liu Hai with her eyes and left.
Liu Hai looked at the receptionist who had gone far away. He lifted the guitar on his back with his right hand and walked to the side of a middle-aged man. He was a typical nouveau riche with a big belly and a thick gold chain around his neck.
"Sorry to disturb you, boss. I want to ask if you are still hiring singers here?”Although Liu Hai asked carefully, he was neither servile nor overbearing. His tone was also very confident. Liu Hai did not realize that his personality had changed a lot. He was no longer the same as before, who had to lower his voice in front of the director just to be with the same production team.
The owner of the Strawberry Bar was surnamed Huang. He was a businessman among businessmen. He often saw people talking. Suddenly, he saw a young man dressed in ordinary clothes coming to the bar to sing. He subconsciously put on a superior attitude and said,"Where are you from?"
"I'm from this city."
"But you don't sound like it! "Young man, don't pretend to be fat. So what if you're a Beijing bum? You think you're a city person just because you rented a basement?" Boss Huang said as he rubbed his chin with his right hand.
Liu Hai couldn't bear to be criticized for being a Beijing wanderer. He had been discriminated against for more than 20 years in his previous life. Was he going to be like this in this life?
"Do people from Beijing have to speak Beijing dialect? What's wrong with Beijing Drifter! Can't a Beijing Drifter sing?"
"You…Is this the attitude you should have when looking for a job?”Boss Huang choked on his fringe and was a little angry.
When Liu Hai saw the boss's attitude, he knew that this matter would definitely fall through. Even if he could sing here, he would not have a good ending. The probation period was basically his contribution. After the probation period, he would be fired. This was a common occurrence for first-time workers. The conscience of businessmen had long been driven crazy by money.
Liu Hai went to five or six bars in a row! When he heard that he did not graduate from a music academy and had no singing experience, his smile turned into impatience. He did not even give him a chance to audition.
He sat on the steps in front of a bar. The hustle and bustle of the city and the hot sun outside had made his bangs lose all their strength. He took a sip of mineral water to suppress the impatience in his heart. Liu Hai did not have to go to the bar to sing. After all, he still had 30,000 yuan at home, but who asked him to be an orphan? The children of poor families had long been in charge of their families. Those who had never experienced being poor did not know what it meant to be short-sighted.
Feng Delun was the owner of a bar called Mingri Bar. When he was young, he was also a singer. However, he retired from the singing industry due to an intermittent throat disease. He used his previous savings to buy this bar. He knew a few peers in the singing industry, so the bar was still operating well. However, as the bar's employees increased, the business situation of Mingri Bar became worse and worse. The singers he found were often poached by other bars. Today, he had gone to the streets to look for wandering singers to see if he could find one. It was either an ordinary-looking singer who was unpresentable or an unorthodox singer whose singing was full of flaws.
Feng Delun drove a second-hand Santana to his bar. Just as he was about to get out of the car, he saw an unfamiliar young man sitting on the steps in front of his bar. He was holding a bottle of mineral water and a guitar beside him. He didn't recognize him! Who was this? Feng Delun thought as he got out of the car.
He walked to Liu Hai's side and looked at him with confusion. Liu Hai was sighing about the weather today when he was covered by a shadow. He looked up and saw a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked very refined.
"Young man, what's the matter?"
" No... nothing. I'm just taking a break." Liu Hai was ambiguous. He stood up and said awkwardly.
" Singing..." Feng Delun asked in a puzzled voice, but his eyes were fixed on the guitar beside Liu Hai.
" I can still sing a few times, but..." Liu Hai said with a self-deprecating smile.
Feng Delun understood immediately. He used to be a singer too. He could tell if he had the potential to sing from Liu Hai's voice. His words were clear and his looks were good. Even if he didn't sing very well, he wouldn't be too bad.
" I'm the owner of this bar. My name is Feng Delun. Let's go. It's cool in the bar. Let's talk inside," Feng Delun said as he pointed at the bar behind Liu Hai.
Tomorrow's Bar was a converted factory building. The decoration was not magnificent, but it was simple and clear. There were more than 30 seats in the shop, and it was also a relatively medium-sized bar.
" Boss, my name is Liu Hai. I want to sing at your place. I wonder..." Liu Hai looked at Feng Delun and said.
" There's no problem with singing, but as long as you sing well, bar singing doesn't necessarily require you to sing too well. As long as you can get past the audience's ears, it's fine. Why don't you give it a try..." Feng Delun said to Liu Hai.
" No problem, is it…or…" Liu Hai took off the guitar from his back and gestured to the stage with his eyes.
" Alright, let's take a look at the sound effects. Little Qian, come over and turn on the lights and sound on the stage," Feng Delun said to a cleaner in the distance.
Liu Hai sat on the stage, adjusted the strings, and started singing.
What is the relationship between you and me?
Maybe besides you and me
No one will ever know
No one will care anymore
Although love is just love
But there are many kinds of beginnings
There are also many endings
And what will happen to us
I often can't figure it out
What did I fall in love with you for?
I've been asking myself
Why should I love you
Suddenly, I finally realized
I don't love you
But I fell in love with a memory
A memory related to you
How long have we been apart?
I still remember it clearly
Because it's a special memory
I'll never forget it in my life
The song that Liu Hai was singing was " Love is a Kind of Memory " by the Chinese King of Songs, Cheng Sijie. This song had become extremely popular a few years ago. Once it was released, it was sung all over the country. The lyrics were accompanied by a slightly sad song that reminded people of their first love. It made people's eyes redden. At that time, Liu Hai had fallen in love with this song when he heard it on a CD he had bought.
Feng Delun looked at the bangs on the stage and the way they were holding the guitar. A smooth guitar tune filled the entire bar, and a faint sadness filled the entire bar. When Feng Delun closed his eyes, he suddenly opened them again. It wasn't that Liu Hai didn't sing well, but that Liu Hai's voice was very familiar. Who…who is this? I don't know him. Feng Delun kept searching his memories and suddenly remembered a video he saw on the Internet a few days ago. Brother Shanliang. Could this really be that Brother Shanliang?
The more Feng Delun looked at it, the more excited he became. If people knew about this, the bar would definitely be a disgrace to the German god if it did not become popular.
When Liu Hai finished playing the last note, he didn't hear the boss say a word. It was impossible. This kind of song didn't enter his eyes. Liu Hai waited quietly.
The receptionist probably couldn't stand it anymore, so she walked to Feng Delun's side and pushed him. Feng Delun recovered from his shock and looked at Qian Duo. Qian Duo used his eyes to signal his bangs on the stage.
Feng Delun coughed awkwardly and said,"Okay, bangs, right? You can come to work now."
Liu Hai smiled and walked to Feng Delun's side.""Thank you, Boss Feng. I will sing with all my heart."
"Come and sing at 7 pm every night. There should be no less than three songs each time. I'll give you 30 yuan for each song. We'll split the drinks 40 - 60.”
Liu Hai had also inquired about the bar singing market. Under normal circumstances, each song was 15 yuan, and the tips for drinks were only 28%. But why did he give her so much? Liu Hai looked at Feng Delun with a puzzled gaze.
At this moment, Feng Delun also saw Liu Hai's suspicious expression. He smiled and said,"You're very popular on the internet. You deserve this treatment."
"Online…online…"
"Don't tell me you don't know!" Feng Delun opened his mouth wide and looked at Liu Hai. After saying that, he pulled Liu Hai towards his office. In the office, he turned on the computer and pointed at the video."You see?"
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