"It is often said that fate is beyond our control, but I don't believe it, I believe my own heart. Those absurd rumors, disguised as youth, the world of red dust..."
In a slightly cramped rental house in Kyoto, a woman in pajamas sat on a rough-crafted fabric sofa, staring blankly at her phone.
As the last line of the song slowly faded away, the melody gradually became lower and lower until it disappeared.
She let out a long breath, put down her phone, picked up the pillow to cover her face, and acted like an ostrich, not even interested in watching the rest of the story.
Soon, the cell phone rang. She put down the pillow, looked down, and had to answer the call.
"Sister Chen Yan, have you watched the drama?!"
"Li Li, I'm watching."
Li Li's excited voice came from the other side.
"Wow, it's so beautiful! Sister Chen Yan, you sang so well. I didn't expect this song to be so suitable for this plot. Oh my god, I almost cried. The effect is so good!"
Li Li said a lot of things excitedly. Chen Yan smoothed her slightly messy hair. She didn't eat or take a shower after returning home today. She just waited until eight o'clock in the evening to watch the TV series.
But when her song really came out, she lost her judgment and even turned off the barrage of comments, not daring to watch it at all.
Am I singing well?
Is my singing worthy of such a great drama?
Ding Tonger performed so well? If I don't sing well, will I be scolded?
Are there a lot of people scolding me online now?
When she was in the recording studio, she was very satisfied with the results of her recording. Even the usually strict music director Yang Duo praised her performance.
But after so many years at the bottom of the music industry, she has seen too many cases where people thought they sang well, but after the performance, no one was interested or they were criticized.
Chen Yan had long understood that many times, people's dreams, abilities and opportunities were actually not proportional.
Especially in the highly competitive entertainment industry, there are always only a few people whose names can be remembered.
Can I, Chen Yan, a 29-year-old singer who debuted as an imitator, really sing well? Can I really be accepted by others?
Even when she heard Li Li's excited praise, she just smiled bitterly. Ai Yao's colleagues were all very kind and would naturally encourage her.
Maybe, everyone on the Internet is scolding her for her bad singing, and Li Li called her because she was afraid that she would be confused and wanted to comfort her.
"Sister Chen Yan, this song is popular, and you are famous!"
However, the next moment, Li Li's voice continued to be heard in her ears, making Chen Yan feel as if she was in a dream.
"I'm famous? How is that possible?"
Chen Yan still didn't believe it.
It's not that she hasn't been popular before. At Lin Yao's concert, when Lin Yao went off the stage to change her clothes, she sang a song with several backing vocalists to warm up the audience. Benefiting from the attention to Lin Yao's concert, she became popular at that time.
But that was just some hype after all, and she was soon forgotten by the public.
Chen Yan felt that she was probably not destined to become famous, and perhaps singing quietly was the most suitable path for her.
So, when she heard Li Li say that she was famous, her first reaction was that it was impossible.
"Really? Sister Chen Yan, go check it out online! What? It's trending number one? Wow!!! Sister Chen Yan, you're amazing!"
There seemed to be voices of other colleagues beside Li Li. When she heard the people next to her say that Chen Yan was number one on the hot search list, she suddenly shouted loudly in an exaggerated manner.
"I'm number one on the trending search list?"
Chen Yan felt a little confused.
"Oh my god! This is incredible! Now our Aiyao is going to have another famous singer! That's awesome!"
Li Li was already in ecstasy when another voice rang out from the other end of the phone:
"Sister Chen Yan, congratulations! We all know how hard you work, you deserve it!"
Chen Yan recognized her. This was Xiaolan, who worked in Aiyao's publicity and promotion department. The publicity and promotion department was very close to the recording studio. When Chen Yan practiced singing day and night, Xiaolan would look at her for a while every time she passed by. Sometimes she would ask her to have dinner together, and sometimes she would bring her a box lunch.
After a few interactions, the self-deprecating Chen Yan actually became friends with this girl who was several years younger than her.
The two friends sometimes ate together outside the recording studio, and Xiaolan asked Chen Yan why she practiced singing so hard.
Chen Yan just calmly said that she was so old and it would be too late if she didn't practice now.
She thought Xiaolan didn't understand, but Xiaolan suddenly said, "People with dreams are amazing. Come on, Sister Chen Yan."
Chen Yan smiled and said, "I just want to become famous and make more money. I don't care about dreams."
At this moment, hearing Xiaolan's words, Chen Yan could no longer hold back her tears.
"Sister Chen Yan, actually, we all like to listen to you singing. Every time you practice singing, they all say it sounds great. It's because I want to hear you sing that I often stand outside waiting for you! Hehe, you won't blame me, right?"
Xiaolan's lively and cute voice came over.
"Bah, little girl, you actually want to take advantage of me for free! You'll have to pay me next time you eavesdrop!"
Chen Yan wiped her tears and smiled.
"Wow, Sister Chen Yan is famous now, so she doesn't want me to listen to her songs anymore!"
"You just do nonsense all day long. I hate you. I'm dead!"
"Sister Chen Yan, besides me, there are many people who support you, come on!"
"Well, thank you!"
After hanging up the phone, Chen Yan wiped her tears with a tissue and couldn't wait to pick up her phone and log into Weibo.
When she clicked on the trending search with slightly trembling fingers, she suddenly remembered the scene when she clicked on the webpage to check the admission status when she applied for the music college.
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