Xu Yanyu ultimately couldn't win against Director Wu and was asked to leave by him.
Xu Yanyu declined Xiaozhi's offer to accompany her and turned to walk towards the rest area.
Since there are no other plans for today, there's no need for her to stay at the TV station.
Xu Yanyu regretted it as soon as she called Xiaozhi away.
The layout of this H-stage area was a bit complicated. She couldn't find the elevator, so she had no choice but to take the stairs.
Xu Yanyu pondered where she should go for a stroll later.
She was a little absent-minded and almost bumped into someone as she turned the corner.
"Brother Gao! I'm so sorry!" Xu Yanyu apologized repeatedly after recognizing the person.
Gao Lichang held a cigarette high in his hand and said somewhat flusteredly, "I'm fine. Did my cigarette burn your clothes?"
Xu Yanyu waved her hand and said, "No, no..."
Gao Lichang immediately stubbed out his cigarette and said apologetically, "I didn't expect anyone to use the stairs, so I was smoking here..."
"By the way, have you chosen your song yet?"
Xu Yanyu shook her head and said, "My song hasn't been decided yet. I want to sing an original song, but Director Wu might not be willing."
Gao Lichang laughed and said, "You should listen to Director Wu. Director Wu is a good person. He has been making variety shows for more than 20 years, and his judgment is never wrong."
“I’ve seen you on the show ‘Masked Singer’ before. Your singing skills are among the best of the younger generation.”
"Thank you for the compliment, Brother Gao. By the way, has your song been finalized?" Xu Yanyu had nothing else to do and had time to chat with Gao Lichang for a bit.
The main reason was that she had heard Director Wu mention it before, and that the piece of music Gao Lichang chose was also an original piece.
She felt that Director Wu must have also told Gao Lichang about the risks of choosing original songs, so why did this person still want to sing original songs?
Gao Lichang ruffled his hair and laughed, "Old Wu can't argue with me! I stepped onto the stage to sing original songs."
Xu Yanyu looked at Gao Lichang with some confusion, "Didn't you want to be a singer yourself?"
"Sigh, my experience is probably more complicated."
I started teaching myself composition when I was thirty. I met my wife when I was publishing my work online.
She continued to encourage me to create afterwards...
"Well, I've probably sold a thousand songs."
Gao Lichang spoke of his experiences with some pride.
Xu Yanyu gave a thumbs up and praised, "Brother Gao is amazing!"
She truly admires people who are talented and willing to work hard.
Gao Lichang said self-deprecatingly, "Heh... what's so great about that? I've sold so many songs, but I haven't made any money."
I can't even afford my wife's medical expenses.
"Huh?" Xu Yanyu was a little confused.
Despite selling so many songs, they can't even afford medical expenses.
"She had a malignant tumor and needed an organ transplant. At that time, the technology in China was not advanced enough, so they used their connections and found out that only overseas could perform the procedure."
But I have no money, I'm short of money! I sold my house, I sold my car...
Sigh... It just so happened that I sold one of my songs to a big shot in the industry at that time.
It's gone viral!
I desperately needed the money, money to save my life!
I was desperate, so I thought that even if I gave up the credit, I hoped that the big shot would give me more money because that song made him so much money.
But they said it's all in black and white, and once it's sold, it's sold. If I make a fuss, I'll be a scoundrel.
Gao Lichang instinctively reached for a cigarette, but then stopped himself.
Xu Yanyu looked at him sympathetically and asked, "What happened to your wife afterward?"
Gao Lichang tilted his head slightly back, staring at the ceiling, before saying, "She... passed away first. Hahaha, I was even lying by her bedside saying I would never write songs again."
What's the point of writing songs? I couldn't even save my family's lives. What good is it?
Gao Lichang's expression was somewhat sorrowful, but he quickly regained his composure and continued, "But she wouldn't let me... She said I should do what I like, that she likes to see my drive, and that she likes my passion for creation."
She said that many people never find what they like in their entire lives, and many people live mediocre lives.
I'm lucky, and I should have persisted. It was this very drive of mine that attracted her in the first place.
She said that everyone is born, grows old, gets sick, and dies; her illness is her fate, and it shouldn't become a source of pain that stifles my creative work.
"Yes, your wife is right." Xu Yanyu agreed with Gao Lichang's wife. How many people have the opportunity to find something they can strive for?
Therefore, Gao Lichang is lucky.
Gao Lichang laughed and continued, "I promised her, and I have indeed continued to create. But I have never sold any of my songs again; I hold the copyrights firmly in my own hands."
I enjoy creating, but... I think she shouldn't have died. If I had become famous earlier...
I will continue to compose, but my songs belong only to myself.
Gao Lichang became somewhat incoherent towards the end; he didn't know what he wanted to express, yet he still wanted to convey something.
He didn't even know where he went wrong, and he didn't know who to blame.
Blame himself? But he sold his RV.
Blame the person who bought his song? But they bought the song in black and white.
But he had a lump in his throat, a lump in his throat with nowhere to vent it.
So where exactly did I go wrong?
He will still create music; he stubbornly insists on singing his own songs...
Xu Yanyu suddenly realized and said, "No wonder you disagreed with Director Wu's suggestion."
They just wanted to showcase their work and sing classic songs, which goes against their original purpose.
"Haha, I don't listen to him because I have nothing to beg for. I don't lack money anymore, I have plenty of money now."
It's better to be a singer, to make money in front of the stage! I accepted Director Wu's invitation and earned hundreds of thousands in appearance fees.
I've been writing songs for over a decade, but I haven't earned as much as I have in the last two years as a singer.
Sigh, people will only remember the singer of the song.
Just like when people talk about your songs, they will only remember that you sang the song and that the song belongs to you.
Who remembers the people working behind the scenes? Who cares who wrote this song?
We want to be famous, because fame brings money, and with money, we can choose from countless songs.
A person who has never studied composition can get credited as the composer of a song for just five thousand yuan.
Creativity is a dead end, hahaha…
Gao Lichang leaned against the wall, laughing louder and louder.
Hearing his laughter, Xu Yanyu felt a pang of discomfort in her heart.
So this is what Director Wu meant when he said that Gao Lichang doesn't care about money or fame.
He just wanted to create, but he didn't want to ruin his work.
He just needs a stage, a stage to showcase his work.
She didn't know how to comfort Gao Lichang.
Does Gao Lichang need comforting?
No, he had already figured out what he needed and he had long been committed to his path.
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