Chapter 7
The moment Xie Xichao finished speaking, someone in the audience gasped.
That's crazy.
Instructor Xi was also surprised, and Dou Yu couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. On the other side, the two girls looked at each other and saw magic in each other's eyes. Even Lan Yezhou, who had been silent, raised his head.
After a moment, Dou Yu finally spoke: "Okay."
"Looking forward to your performance," he said.
He didn't have much interaction with the trainees, except for the juniors from the same company who he was asked to take care of.
At this moment, his interest has been completely aroused by Jie Xichao.
Then……
The staff brought up a guitar.
Generally speaking, if musical instruments are to be used, the practitioners present will choose to bring their own.
After all, the musical instruments provided by the program team are not of poor quality, but they are certainly not as good or convenient as the ones I customized myself.
But everyone in the audience can see that this guitar is a very simple folk guitar.
This matter was quickly verified by Jie Xichao.
There were stools already placed on the stage, so he sat down and roughly felt the feel of it.
Then, the first thing he did was to tune the strings on a tuner.
He looked like he was totally unfamiliar with the thing in his hands. There was even some curiosity in his eyes.
Everyone: “…”
They had just been shocked by Jie Xichao's arrogant tone, and now they couldn't help but begin to doubt.
Is this guy really not here for fun?
Xie Xichao felt the simple guitar in the world he lived in, and reminisced about the various special guitars and even cyber guitars in the world he had traveled through, and then he picked up the microphone.
"Let me sing you a song I wrote myself," he said.
His bony fingers tapped twice on the guitar, and the next moment, the strumming prelude sounded.
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Fang Qingqing was in a daze in the lounge.
This is the lounge where brokers gather. All around were familiar colleagues, and everyone had a slightly solemn look on their faces.
Some people were making phone calls outside, some were chatting quietly in the inner room, and the projection screen in the lounge was playing tonight's recorded footage in real time.
"You're nervous." The female manager sitting next to her, who was familiar with her, said with a smile, "I just heard someone say that you're managing a newcomer? It's okay. Newcomers don't have enough confidence and stage experience. Even if they make mistakes, they can just go back and practice."
Fang Qingqing was stunned for a moment.
Then she said, "...Yeah."
The woman's tone was so warm and caring that she couldn't really tell that she wasn't worried about her artist's poor performance, but was worried that he would have low blood sugar due to the long recording time.
And her artist is sitting in the C position at this moment, and doesn't look unconfident at all.
She looked at the screen seriously and nervously, and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Jie Xichao say that what she had prepared was not a singing and dancing stage.
And at this moment, the singing in my ears rang out along with the unique deep and full tone of the guitar.
This is a folk song that would appear in a tavern.
This was everyone’s reaction after hearing the first sentence.
The boy's voice seemed to have a kind of magic. It was clearly not a unique timbre, just a slightly hoarse one. However, one sentence could bring people into a special situation.
In this scenario, there should be a falling winter snow, a small wooden house, a few dark wooden wine tables, and a young resident singer holding a guitar on a round stage nearby.
He sang, "The moon set over the wasteland, and the spaceship took away the last gun and the paper rose."
He sang, "The traveler from afar walks on a long road, at the end of which are elk and the swallowed sunset."
…
He sings a lot.
The chaotic images and strange but lively melodies are intertwined, like a deep dream.
After the song ended, Fang Qingqing suddenly woke up and found herself holding the cup of water but not drinking it. The water cup was now overflowing, leaving dark marks on the wooden table.
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For three seconds after the guitar sound actually ended, the whole venue remained silent.
Ji Yan's companion opened his mouth wide and didn't close it for a long time, and unconsciously grabbed Ji Yan's hand.
Ji Yan finally came back to his senses after being pulled.
He was shocked and proud.
He knew that his brother was the strongest man in the universe and could do anything!
That's not right.
...he thought.
He was so relieved that he almost cried.
Is he really addicted to being a father?
Behind him, Ai Qingyuan looked stunned and took a long time to come back to his senses.
After a long silence, Xie Xichao couldn't help but pick up the microphone and spoke: "I'm done singing, thank you everyone."
He now feels that his decision was absolutely correct.
Sitting here and singing with a guitar consumes much less energy than singing and dancing.
As soon as he spoke, Dou Yu came back to his senses.
The top idol, who is always good at socializing, held the microphone, but was surprisingly at a loss for words, which was rare.
After a long while, he finally said, "...It sounds good."
"It sounds really nice!" Li Lin on the side took over his words.
Because of her innocent appearance, she has been portrayed as a gentle girl, but she is actually very straightforward and usually acts reserved. But now she couldn't help but praise him, "Really. I'll keep it on repeat all day long!"
This compliment was so specific and down-to-earth that Jie Xichao smiled and felt that the other party was quite genuine.
Then, his eyes turned to Lan Yezhou who was standing next to him.
The other person glanced at the confused tourist who had strayed here by mistake, and with a burning gaze, he took the initiative to ask: "Did you write this song yourself?"
"Yes." Xie Xichao said, "I wrote the lyrics and composed the music. There is also a final version with the music arranged. But I think it would be better to sing it a cappella live. So I chose this version with only guitar."
Everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.
There are many artists claiming to be creative idols these days, but some of them are genuine while others are quite watered down.
Generally speaking, the most basic form of creation is lyric writing. After all, words are something we all use every day. Of course, whether the writing is good or not is another matter.
Composing music requires certain knowledge of music theory, at least one must not be music-blind.
As for the arrangement...
That's a higher level.
Composing music can rely on just a guitar and a few vocals, but arranging music involves too many things and is too complicated. This requires a solid foundation in music theory.
And this is just the basics. Even if you can compose music, it doesn’t mean you can produce a good song.
The light in Lan Yezhou's eyes almost swallowed Jie Xichao.
He said, "You, uh, what's your name."
Xie Xichao: “…”
"解夕朝." He said, "The interpretation of the word 解 is xie, the 朝 of 朝夕 and the 夕 of 朝夕."
"You." Lan Yezhou said, "very good, very good."
Xie Xichao laughed: "Thank you, Teacher Lan."
He paused, "I particularly like your song 'Dead Leaf Butterfly in the Rain'."
That is a very niche song sung by Lan Yezhou, but he said on the radio that he likes it very much.
He completely regarded Jie Xichao as his close friend.
The mentors began to discuss the scoring, and soon Dou Yu picked up the microphone again.
"Congratulations, trainee Xie Xichao," he said, "Your initial rating is A."
Xie Xichao was not surprised at all and smiled: "Thank you."
He took the rating form and prepared to leave.
At this moment, Dou Yu remembered something and suddenly called him.
"By the way," he said, "I haven't asked you yet, what's the name of this song?"
Xie Xichao didn't say anything, and no one asked afterwards. But this is an original song, and no one knows his name except Li Xichao.
Xie Xichao paused for two seconds, then he said: "This song is called "World"."
In his eyes, there are thousands and thousands of worlds that he has walked through.
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