Actually, it was quite difficult to find an audience. How could it be so easy to attract an audience on the streets of the capital and let them watch a performance?
Everyone is extremely busy now. Who has the time to stop and listen to you? Moreover, they had to act tomorrow. Who would have time tomorrow? Many people wanted to ask him out, but they had to do it a few days in advance. Everyone was busy.
Moreover, tomorrow wasn't Saturday, it was Sunday.
However, it was a little difficult. The nine people were pulled to the street by the van and then thrown off, leaving behind a group of cameramen and directors.
This was the ability of crosstalk artists in the old days.
The flatland pancake was on this piece of land. You had to earn your own rations for the day.
In the old days, crosstalk artists were just performing crosstalk. If you didn't have the ability to attract people, you would starve today.
However, this spot was an overhead bridge, and he still didn't want to give up. Because they were recording a program, if they were stuck on the road, it would affect normal traffic.
The few of them had no choice. The other party did not come over at all. He had a pair of fleshy throats, how could he compare to others?
The production team only gave him a slightly and a microphone. Wasn't this asking for his life?
Li Mubai looked at the sun in the sky and sighed.
"Little Uncle-Master, what should we do? No one could hear me even if I shouted at the top of my lungs. I was arrested when I shouted with a slightly!”
Li Mubai asked everyone to gather in the shade under the bridge and not bask in the sun.
"Get Sanxian over. I'll sing a little song here and slowly attract people over. After attracting them, you just have to use your mouth to keep them.”
This was what crosstalk artists did in the old days. They sang songs, said allegro, and the lotus flowers fell. They created a commotion to attract people over.
Zhou Gouyang was sweating profusely." Uncle-Master, where can I get you a Sanxian in this place?"”
"I don't need a three-string, just one with strings. Single-string, erhu, three-string, or four-string.”
"Martial Uncle, there's a musical instrument shop over there. I think they have a guitar. Can you play the guitar?"
Li Mubai smiled." Guitars are fine too. You can get them over and sing pop songs to attract people over."”
That Zhou Dog Food shook his hair and ran over.
Actually, playing the guitar was also considered one of the basic skills. In the 1980s and 1990s, it was the peak period for crosstalk, so guitar crosstalk was popular.
If you were to go up and perform crosstalk without a guitar, the other party would not listen at all and would directly blast you down. If you had to carry a guitar up, people would be willing to listen.
It was also at this time that Yu Qian went to learn guitar.
Zhou Gouliang got a guitar and Li Mubai carried it on his back. He adjusted a few notes and started playing it with the slightly.
It was very simple to sing a little song. It was a song from the north that said," Don't wash the red flowers," or " illuminate the flower terrace."
However, it was a guitar now, not a three-string, so he could only sing according to the method of popular songs.
Guo Degang and Yu Qian sat in the house, looking at the signal coming from the front, shaking their heads repeatedly.
"Our little junior brother's stomach is quite spacious.”
"Brother Qian, this guitar player is better than you.”
Yu Qian waved his hand." My guitar is just a joke. Our little brother is also a character. It's right to let him participate in the show this time." These little brats had been very mischievous recently. If they did not meet an expert, they would really think that crosstalk was easy.”
Guo Degang nodded. His disciples had fans now. They were all floating around. If he, as their master, told them about it, they would probably be scared to death. They would know their limits if they found someone capable to help them.
Li Mubai played a few chords and started singing.
"Welcome outside, welcome outside, my heart is filled with desolation, the grass and trees are withered…"
This was the key to Xiushui Hong. In fact, this was a rather sad song.
Don't wash red meant that red clothes shouldn't be washed too often. If they were washed too many times, they would fade. In other words, as time passed, feelings would fade.
Li Mubai slowed down this chord, and his voice was not as loud. It was more mellow, but it was not like the one with the braid, which was full of pop singing.
The song had a beginning, ending, and turning, but it mainly used nasal and lip-dental sounds to express this sadness.
The others knew how to do it too, but compared to Li Mubai, it was nothing. There was no movement in the live broadcast room. Everyone was listening to Li Mubai sing.
In the middle of the afternoon, no one would come if you shouted with your fleshy voice. However, as soon as this song was sung, people immediately came.
Luan Yunping sighed at the side. The goods were called and the person nodded. Youngest Uncle was so capable. Even if he fell, he could still make a lot of money. He was probably another popular Li Deyang.”
After Li Mubai finished singing, the live broadcast room was filled with jubilation.
"This Li Mubai is too handsome. He can even play the guitar in my heart.”
"I've heard Tao 'er sing this Xiu Xihong before, but I didn't think it was so good. Why does it sound like I'm about to cry now?”
"Upstairs, can two people do it? Wasn't it because Li Mubai was good-looking that he could sing so well? I think it's average."
"Yo, the keyboard warrior above is amazing. If you have the ability, sing for us and let's see what you're capable of.”
"I want Li Mubai's audio now. Where can I find it? I'm waiting online!"
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