MTL - Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back-Chapter 39 play music

  Chapter 39 Playing Music

"Oh, right."

  Zhou Hao walked to the door of the office and came back, "Are you free tomorrow?"

  Jiang Yang: "Work overtime? There is no way."

  Zhou Hao made Jiang Yang give up. He would not give Jiang Yang a penny of overtime pay. "Tomorrow, I will play football in the foreign trade, and by the way, we will make a bridge with customers. Let's earn an agency fee from the middle. Do you want to go?"

   "Play football, that's fine."

  Zhou Hao looked at Jiang Yang up and down, "You play football very well?"

  Jiang Yang thinks it's okay, his skills are not very good, but he runs fast.

   "That's it."

Zhou Hao asked Jiang Yang to be smart tomorrow. They will focus on accompanying the producer of the variety show "My Dad" on Kyoto TV tomorrow. "This master doesn't know me well. He just likes to play football. Let's make him happy." .”

   If you are happy, the business will be easy to talk about.

  Jiang Yang asked: "Where's the client?"

   Zhou Haosuo is an early childhood education institution for ballet.

   The variety show "My Dad" is a parent-child interactive variety show launched by other TV stations. The client of this ballet training institution hopes that the variety show "My Dad" can come to their institution to shoot a program.

  Jiang Yang felt that this client was quite business-minded.

After Zhou Hao left, it was time for lunch, and Jiang Yang wandered back to the Koi studio, where there were many fewer people in the company, Li Qingning said that they had gone to the music festival, "An Yuan and the others are going to go on stage and sing "young for you" by you. "

"ah?"

  Jiang Yang didn't expect them to sing this song. He knew this song, Gala's brainwashing divine comedy, in loose English, and the singer was very happy. I don't know if An Yuan can sing the charm of this song. He really wanted to see it a little bit.

   But thinking that Li Qingning is not suitable for crowding in the audience, I decided to give up.

  Li Qingning herself didn't really want to go.

  She has sung on stage a few times before, and it was still the finale, with mountains roaring and tsunami, and tens of thousands of people singing along, but now the audience is not used to it.

   "Huh."

   An Yuan stood behind the stage.

   Their band used to have four or five songs, but now there are only three songs left, and the short time on stage has moved forward.

  It is late spring, and the weather is neither hot nor cold.

  But at three o'clock in the afternoon, it still makes people feel a little depressed and want to sleep, and they can't wake up at all.

  Music festival, no hi, no singing, no dancing, it's a ghost festival.

  An Yuan saw the brothers in front singing and dancing on stage, and there were very few people shaking their hands in response, so he felt sorry for the brothers in front.

"good!"

  Finally at the end, the audience gave them warm cheers. I don't know whether to thank them for their singing, or to cheer that they finally went down.

  The brothers in front withdrew, An Yuan and the others stepped up and gave them a high five.

An Yuan let out a foul breath, and tuned the instrument with his brothers. He stood in front of the microphone and looked at the audience below. The feel of the stage.

   "I hope everyone will never miss it!"

He roared, and the name of their first song "Missed" appeared on the back screen, "...I missed it again and again in my dream, it's all because of the time when my biological clock is dialed, it will be so close, it's either too early or too late ..."

  There are some fans in the audience.

   These old fans chased after them at their band's Livehouse, heard this song, and sang along.

   There are also Zhu Li, Sister Chen and others from the company, as well as some fans from passers-by. They were cheering for Anyuan and the others, shouting, extending gestures of love, bouncing up and down with the beat, bringing a little enthusiasm to the scene.

   Just a song.

   An Yuan took a sip of water and continued to sing the next song, hoping that this song would get better feedback. This song is a new song written by An Yuan, and they like it very much. The name of this song is "Mirror".

  After a virtuoso guitar solo, An Yuan began to sing.

  There are subtitles on the big screen. When the atmosphere is up, the audience in the audience will sing along and swing together. However, the mood mobilized by the guitar solo soon becomes low. Li Qingning once said that the song "Mirror" is a good song, but it is too bold, too avant-garde, too complicated, and people nowadays will not like it.

  After singing a song, the scene was a bit cold.

   "Woo!"

   But there are still fans.

   There are also some senior passerby fans.

   Some people may not know the band behind the singer when they listen to the music, but these veteran passer-by fans know the band behind the singer very well. Although the Great Demon King has just come back and has never performed live, some people still know that Anyuan and the others are the Queen's band of the Great Demon King. This band must have some talents. Even if they don't understand, they don't hesitate to applaud.

   An Yuan pursed his lips and nodded to the brothers behind, "The last song "youngforyou"!"

  Music starts.

   An Yuan went all out.

  He, a big fat man, jumped up on the stage, and the brothers behind him also jumped up together.

The audience in the audience looked at him, and for some reason, listening to the cheerful prelude of the British style of this song, they really had the urge to swing along with the big fat man. They were dumbfounded.

   "Sunday'scomingiwannadrivemycar (Sunday is coming, I want to drive to your apartment), toyourapartmentwithapresentlikeastar (with a present like a morning star)..."

  The audience was unbelievable, and some even grew their mouths.

They looked at the subtitles on the big screen behind Anyuan, and they were indeed English subtitles, and they translated them thoughtfully, but the English sounded like London is not far from Beijing, it’s in the same place as Braised Chicken, California Steel is also made in the north. But let’s not say, this song is easy to sing, happy and unrestrained, especially when paired with this authentic suburban London accent, it makes the cheerful cells of the whole body want to jump.

  Especially the lead singer followed by a broken note—

  It is the same as a donkey braying.

  Let them think that the **** lead singer is too self-indulgent, singing nonsense, but what the hey is. Forget it, who cares, this kind of singing method that tramples on the English pronunciation recklessly, makes the standard Cockney accent go away, is really impressive.

"CNM, I suddenly have confidence in my spoken English. I can **** sing it. I can't say anything. Could it be possible to turn into a pig when I say it?" A shy boy who spoke English jumped up, Shaking it up, I can't wait to go back and tear up the certificates of the fourth and sixth grades.

More and more people joined in the swing, and some even sang along with the music behind it. Anyway, it was not standard, and even the lead singer broke his voice, because he couldn’t go up the treble because of the jumping, just like the scene of a car accident, the people below were even more free Yes, they swayed to the rhythm.

  For a while, the audience was plastic from their sleep, and the whole music festival became lively.

   "...together we'll run wild by a summer symphony (our wild run in the summer symphony) this is what we enjoyed not fantasy (this is our joy not fantasy)."

  After An Yuan sang, the audience in the audience still had more to say.

   After the tsunami-like cheers, they shouted for Anyuan and the others to sing again. They were not unrestrained, free and high enough yet. An encore is impossible. An encore at a music festival is very disrespectful to the band behind. An Yuan thanked with both hands and led his brothers off stage.

  (end of this chapter)