Chapter 8 Auditions (Part 2)
Feeling nervous, Mo Bei sat on the bench, watching other candidates coming in and out of the judging room while watching the countdown on the system panel.
Lu Yu and the other two were ranked second to last in performance order, just in front of Mo Bei.
It is precisely because of this that they have ample time to practice and adapt.
After a brief rehearsal, the three looked at Mo Bei, who still looked like an old monk in meditation, and couldn't help asking -
"Brother Mo Nan, what are you going to perform later?"
It’s no wonder they were curious, because they really couldn’t imagine what kind of song this big brother in rustic clothes would perform at the audition for the boy group talent show.
It can't be a country folk song, right?
Because his vocal cords were being repaired, Jiang Mo Nan was unable to speak and could only gesture with his hands.
Unable to understand his sign language, Zhou Mingyao scratched his head to express his confusion, "Brother Mo Nan, what are you doing?"
Jiang Mo Nan pointed at his throat and waved his hand, trying to express that he couldn't speak for the time being. Unexpectedly, this move became a big problem in the eyes of the three people.
"Brother, what's wrong with your throat?"
Lu Yu's voice was a little loud. In an instant, everyone in the hall looked over.
Mo Bei, who instantly attracted everyone's attention, couldn't help but pause.
Before he could react, these enthusiastic teenagers surrounded him—
"Is it serious?
"Why are you suddenly unable to speak? Are you too nervous and have lost your voice?"
"Brother, why don't you just stop participating and go to the hospital."
Listening to the three people's persuasion, Mo Ji tried his best to control the urge to speak and sat there motionless.
One minute left.
You have to endure it no matter what!
Lu Yu wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Fan Le.
Seeing Mo Bei lowering his head and saying nothing, Lu Yu was stunned for a moment, and finally swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth, "Anyway, you are just here to join in the fun."
"She suddenly had a problem with her voice right before going on stage, which was already a huge blow. Their advice now would not only fail to solve the problem, but would also easily cause psychological pressure on her."
Even if the other party came to the audition purely for fun, as a new friend and also a "rival" in the same competition, it is really hard for them to tell them to give up.
After all, they have heard a lot of similar words from their parents and classmates.
Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you.
Whether to take the stage or give up, this is a matter that ultimately needs to be decided by the individual himself.
Just when the atmosphere was getting low, the door of the theater opposite, which served as the judging room, opened and a staff member walked out.
"Number 29 can enter and prepare."
Hearing this, the three young men's expressions suddenly tensed up.
Without caring about comforting Mo Bei, the three of them hurriedly picked up their instruments and followed the staff into the judging room.
Just before the review room closed, the vocal cord repair countdown on the panel finally reached 0.
Aside from the three high school students who had just entered, all the other candidates who had come before him had already left. Now he was the only one left in the hall.
Mo Bei touched his throat and tried to open his voice.
Completely different from the previous blocked and hoarse feeling, this time a clear voice flowed out of his throat like water, almost no different from the voice he remembered.
Seeing this, Mo Bei, who had been worried for a while, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Even if he cannot display his original dancing skills normally on the stage, he can still try with his voice.
As I was thinking this, not long after, the staff member came over again.
"You're number 30, right? You can come in and get ready."
Mo Bei stood up quickly after hearing this.
"Did you bring the accompaniment?"
Hearing this, Mo Bei suddenly remembered that he needed to prepare accompaniment for the performance. Lu Yu and the other two were already in a band, so they didn't need to prepare such things. However, since this was purely a spur-of-the-moment decision, he naturally had nothing to prepare.
However, the staff in front of him seemed to be used to it. "If you don't have an accompaniment, please tell the sound effects teacher on site later."
Having said that, the staff couldn't help but grumble in their hearts: These people who come to the auditions are too unprofessional and always perform without accompaniment.
It would be fine if there were only one or two people, but if there are too many people, it will easily waste time. The casting director inside has a quick temper and may start scolding people.
Mo Bei had no idea what the audition staff were thinking. Before entering, he took off his hat and mask, rolled up the legs of his jeans, tucked one corner of his polo shirt into his waistband, and tied his long-sleeved jacket around his waist.
All of a sudden, the suits worn by middle-aged and elderly men at the construction site, which originally had a rustic feel, were transformed into trendy street hip-hop styles.
The staff member walking ahead was completely oblivious to this. They led Mo Bei to the sound effects teacher, who was about to give him some instructions when she turned around and froze in shock.
Who are you, handsome guy?
Where is that big brother who looked so unfashionable just now?
The boy in front of him looked to be in his early twenties, with a pair of dark eyes, a straight nose, and skin so pale it looked unremarkable. Coupled with his expressionless, cold face, he looked like a flower in the sky, a stark contrast to the ordinary people.
Lu Xiaoyin never expected that the other person's face hidden under the hat and mask would be so stunning.
After all, this candidate had been bundled up from the start. So, before even seeing his face, her impression of him was that of a tall, skinny, country boy with terrible taste in clothes. It wouldn't be said that she judged a person by appearances; it was mainly because his outfit was so appalling that even her 50-year-old father would dislike it.
But now that he has taken off his mask and hat, the person in front of her no longer has the rustic air that she had in mind.
Even though she had seen many celebrities in her work, she still thought the guy in front of her was one of the best in terms of appearance. Upon closer inspection, she even found that he looked very similar to a male celebrity who had passed away many years ago.
Although she was surprised by the other person's face hidden under the mask and hat, Lu Xiaoyin was still professional at work. Suppressing her inner turmoil, she said to Mo Bei in a gentle voice, "This is the sound effects teacher in charge of the accompaniment. Please discuss with him what piece you want to perform."
Mo Bei thanked him and said to the sound engineer in front of him, "Hello, please help me prepare the accompaniment for "Fearless."
"'Fearless'? Which 'Fearless'?"
On the side, the sound engineer opened the background music software and searched.
"Mo Bei's 'Fearless'."
"Oh, that song. It must be twenty years old..."
The unshaven sound engineer seemed to have thought of something, and a barely perceptible trace of melancholy flashed across his eyes.
"21 years."
Hearing this, the sound engineer subconsciously raised his head and was met with a handsome face.
In a trance, he saw the shadow of another person in this face.
It turns out there are people in this world who are so similar...
A trace of emotion flashed through his mind, and the sound engineer added the accompaniment of "Fearless" to the player.
"Okay."
After thanking the other party, Mo Bei was guided by the staff to the waiting area under the stage.
On the stage, Lu Yu and the other two seemed to have just finished their performance.
They clutched the microphones tightly, facing the judges with stiff expressions. From a distance, they looked like three little chickens with dyed feathers.
However, judging from the judges' expressions, they seemed dissatisfied with the performance of the three people just now.
The slightly plump man in the middle wearing a hat picked up the microphone and said, "We've seen your performance. We'll contact you if we need anything. Go back and wait for notification."
Anyone who has had interview experience can tell that this is undoubtedly a euphemism for "You didn't make the cut." This wasn't Lu Yu's first audition, so he naturally understood the underlying meaning.
He tightened his hands around the microphone slightly, bowed quickly to the casting director, and then walked off the stage with his two companions, carrying their instruments.
Feeling lost and upset because of their failure to be selected, Lu Yu and the other two did not immediately notice Mo Bei, who was waiting in the audience. It was not until Fan Le brushed past him that he caught a glimpse of the coat wrapped around his waist.
Isn’t this Brother Mo Nan’s clothes?
Subconsciously, he turned his head to look over, but all he could see was a tall and thin figure hurriedly walking onto the stage.
Stopping the two who were about to open the door and leave, Fan Le said, "Brother Mo Nan is on stage. Let's wait for him."
Hearing this, Lu Yu stopped grabbing the door handle.
Remembering his partner's strange behavior before the performance, a hint of surprise crossed his face. "Even in that state, he still dared to go on stage? To perform a pantomime?"
For a moment, Lu Yu's bad mood caused by the failure of the audition inexplicably eased a little.
Although this is the 13th time he has been undrafted, it is not the worst.
Brother Mo Nan inexplicably lost his voice before going on stage! Anyone would panic if they encountered such a thing, right?
Although the other party was just here to join in the fun and was not as persistent as them, he did not give up.
Thinking of this, Lu Yu finally lowered his hands.
"...Then let's wait a little longer."
After saying hello to the staff who led the way, the three of them stayed quietly.
They found a seat in the corner and looked at the stage not far away.
On the stage, bright lights shone down, and a pale, thin, yet handsome face caught everyone's eye.
Looking at the figure standing above, Lu Yu and the other two were stunned.
"This is... Brother Mo Nan?"
Lu Yu was slightly stunned.
Only then did he remember that from the time they met until now, he had never seen the other person's face clearly.
In the audience, several casting directors' eyes lit up and they exchanged glances with each other, the excitement in their eyes difficult to conceal.
I've finally found a candidate with such good looks. Even wearing such simple and plain clothes, he can still create such a visual effect. You can only imagine how good his foundation is.
Although appearance is only one of the criteria they use to select people, strength and personal charm are equally important.
But when a person's strengths far exceed the average baseline, other conditions can be relaxed appropriately.
Based on their experience of meeting countless people, the candidate in front of them seemed to possess the star aura they had always pursued, the so-called "star quality".
More importantly, his face is extremely similar to Mo Bei, the top idol from twenty years ago.
This is simply a topic of discussion!
It's hard not to be moved by a face like this.
After thinking about it, the program director Zhuo Yanbin finally gritted his teeth and decided to accept the role even if the other party was tone-deaf or a dance idiot with uncoordinated limbs.
Even if they fail to form a group in the end, such a face alone can bring a certain amount of topic to the show.
Thinking in his mind, Zhuo Yanbin picked up the registration form in front of him, glanced at it, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Wow, what a coincidence! They even chose Mo Bei's famous song.
It seems that this guy also knows where his advantages lie.
I just don't know how it sang.
I just hope his performance later on won't be too bad. Otherwise, when the show airs, he'll probably be laughed at by netizens for imitating someone else.
After all, in the fan circle, pulling down others is always a theme.
Thinking about it, Zhuo Yanbin looked at the boy on the stage——
"Okay, please start your performance."
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