Perhaps Yang Zhongwei's singing and dancing had left a deep impression on the fans.
Now, as long as he stood on stage and sang normally, the fans had nothing else to ask for.
However, Jiang Sheng, who was sitting in the 100-praise group, raised his eyebrows and revealed a trace of doubt in his eyes.
" It's a full tone higher than his usual pitch. The bass is already a little strained, but the high notes…"
Jiang Sheng frowned slightly and pondered in his heart.
Yang Zhongwei usually sang in G.
The song that he was singing now was a key, and it was obviously not in his comfortable range.
In layman's terms, it was to be able to sing this tune, but it did not show a high-quality voice.
According to this singing style, the more serious and immersed he was in the song, the easier it was for the high notes to crack.
As expected, Jiang Sheng was still analyzing it from a professional perspective when he heard an obviously broken voice.
It was obvious that the singer knew that he had made a mistake, because after the voice broke, there was a pause of less than a second.
"I want the moon in the sky and the frost on the ground
The study that wants light, and the madness of a teenager
I want the green of youth and the yellow of leaves
To the place I'm going…"
After a short pause, the voice trembled slightly, but it quickly returned to normal and was not noticeable at all.
After that, he could hear that it was a little difficult to express himself. His attention seemed to be focused on how to sing the high notes without breaking the notes. He could barely hear the expression of emotions in the song.
The 100-praise group behind him would praise him from time to time.
"Not bad. I didn't expect Yang Zhongwei to be able to control the high notes. As expected of a veteran singer.“
"I couldn't tell that the pitch wasn't high, but it almost made me cry.“
“……“
Unlike the praises, Jiang Sheng's frown deepened.
Every song represented a kind of emotion. It was a medium that people used to express and convey their emotions.
This was the most important meaning of a song as an art.
If he sang a song at the high notes purely to show off his singing skills, it would lose its original meaning.
If a singer couldn't convey his emotions with his voice, he might as well not sing.
"However, the lyrics are not bad."
Jiang Sheng remembered this song. It was very popular on the Internet for a period of time.
But the sentence " I want a snow-white girl..."
He really couldn't appreciate it.
Although he did not know whose suggestion Yang Zhongwei had taken this time to sing this song in his comfortable vocal range.
However, from the lyrics, it could be seen that he still had his own emotional understanding of the song.
Yu Kewei and the others were sitting in the backstage lounge, waiting to go on stage while watching the scene on the screen.
After Yang Zhongwei's voice broke without a trace, they looked at each other with the same understanding in their eyes.
Although the mistake was quickly covered up by the experienced Yang Zhongwei, it could escape the eyes of the fans and audience, but it was difficult to escape the eyes of the professional singers.
"Old Yang used too much strength this time. It's a pity that he worked so hard before going on stage.”
Praise for a song could increase a singer's popularity and popularity, but it was not a stage that could decide a singer's life or death.
When Yu Kewei said this, there was a hint of joy in her tone that she did not notice.
She knew very well why Yang Zhongwei worked so hard to practice his singing. It was for that thick book!
Tearing up a thick book that was missing one page after another!
Now that Yang Zhongwei had made a mistake, she might have a better chance of getting a page of notebook paper from the thick notebook!
He could work harder in the future!
"Why is Old Yang working so hard? Was she agitated by Jiang Sheng's criticism the last time she sang and danced?”
It was Hu Yanbin's first time participating in the show, but he had watched the live broadcast before. He was also a singer who had debuted for more than ten years.
As a close friend of Yang Zhongwei, she had never heard him sing so high.
He only knew that the last time he went on stage, he was completely convinced by a member of the 100-praise group called Jiang Sheng.
" He was indeed agitated, but Jiang Sheng's words were only a part of it. More importantly, there was a notebook that attracted Old Yang..."
Yu Kewei replied casually with a thoughtful look.
Whenever she thought of that notebook, she couldn't calm down.
It was the kind of feeling of being very curious and looking forward to getting something, but not getting it.
"What notebook?"
Hu Yanbin turned to look at Yu Kewei and asked curiously.
"I'll tell you later.”
Yu Kewei's mind was clearly no longer on chatting.
Yang Zhongwei was almost done with his song. She was the second singer to go on stage, and she suddenly started to get nervous.
"So mysterious!"
Hu Yanbin didn't think much of it. Ever since the last time he sang and danced, he had felt that Old Yang was not normal.
In any case, he would know after Old Yang got off the stage.
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