As a burst of loud music played, four girls in red bikinis began to dance wildly on stage.
The audience was completely captivated, and some young people even whistled.
There are no shows on TV with such revealing clothing.
Liang Liang found Sui Fulu and Xu Hebin in the greenhouse. The two guys were staring intently at the stage, completely absorbed.
"Why did it take you so long to get here?" Xu Mei asked.
"Don't even mention it! You've all come in, and I'm being blocked by the dance troupe. If I hadn't reacted quickly and run away, I might have been kicked out by now."
Xu Mei giggled and moved closer to Liang Liang.
The tent was packed with people. There were some iron seats connected together, but they were all occupied by people who had bought tickets in advance, so the others had to stand.
Liang Liang stood between Xu Mei and Sui Fulu and began watching the program.
These amateur troupes are purely commercial groups, so their performances consist of whatever is popular and whatever dances are trending.
The songs they sang were all about things like "Walk Away with Style," "I Don't Want to Talk," and the recently popular "Playboy."
The troupe had a total of seventeen or eighteen people. Almost everyone was an actor and also a helper. After singing, they went offstage to change clothes and soon went back on stage to dance.
Those who weren't performing on stage picked up instruments to accompany others or did other things; none of them were idle.
This makeshift troupe mainly played traditional Chinese instruments, but they also had electronic keyboards and drum kits. However, the drum kit sounded terrible, not much different from banging on a washbasin or bucket.
I don't know where they got this stuff, it's been through so many hands.
In his previous life, Liang Liang was a bassist in a small band. Having experience in bands, he was considered a semi-expert, so he had a reasonable assessment of the level of this makeshift band.
This makeshift band may not be up to par for serious musicians, but it should be more than enough to get by in the countryside.
However, not having a guitar is a bit of a shame.
The members of the makeshift troupe are all versatile. For example, Ming Hongling's group had just finished dancing disco, and the next time she went on stage to sing "Whose Tears Are Flying," a song that had only been released three months ago.
To be honest, Ming Hongling's voice is just average, without any special features. Her true voice would probably only reach C2.
They can manage in a makeshift troupe, but the chances of them becoming singers are slim.
Liang Liang suddenly had an idea: how about following this makeshift troupe for a year?
He mentioned the song and dance troupe as the lead performer by the river this morning, but it was just a casual remark; I didn't take it to heart at all.
Asking the troupe leader was somewhat optional, because at the time he wasn't clear about why he wanted to join the song and dance troupe.
But now he's getting serious.
I'll be working with this makeshift troupe for a year, mainly to familiarize myself with and recover my skills, and get used to the stage atmosphere of this life.
I'm still young, having fun for a year won't delay anything, and then it's not too late to do something else.
While I'm having fun, I'll see if I can find funding to sponsor my band. If I can find a discerning mentor, that would be even better.
Once the band is formed, we'll look for an opportunity to sign with a company and debut.
That's a good idea. I'll ask the troupe leader about it after the show.
For the villagers who are tired of watching TV programs and have never seen much of the world, a program like this, which features popular songs and even striptease, is enough to satisfy their cultural needs.
Therefore, they never hesitated to applaud, and the applause almost never stopped from beginning to end.
The performance ended around 10 p.m. with a beautiful song and dance performance by Ming Hongling and three other girls from Alishan.
"Brother Liang! Why aren't you leaving after the performance is over?" Xu Mei asked Liang Liang, who was still standing there.
The show was over, and people started leaving, but this guy was still standing there like a fool.
"I'll leave later, I have something to do."
"You wouldn't happen to have your eye on some young girl, would you?"
"You're making a fuss! Why are you asking so many questions, you little kid? Hurry up and go home with your brother, or you might get kidnapped and sold."
Liang Liang pushed the little girl to Xu Hebin and let him take her away.
After everyone in the tent left, Liang Liang was surprised to find that the dance troupe had not packed up the tent.
Typically, after a performance in one location, these makeshift troupes would pack up their props overnight and move on to the next performance location before resting.
However, at present, Bi Sheng's dance troupe has not packed up and dismantled the greenhouse; they are just cleaning up inside it.
This shows that the dance troupe has no intention of leaving tomorrow.
Ming Hongling was packing up her things.
They are both actors and helpers, cleaning up the stage and venue after the performance.
Liang Liang went over and put a tall hat on her head, saying, "Sister Hongling! Your stage presence is so captivating."
Ming Hongling's face shone like a 250-degree light bulb: "Really?"
"Seriously! She would be even more alluring if she wore less clothing."
Ming Hongling was a little confused. During the performance, she wore a bikini-style outfit, anything less...
"I didn't realize you had such a talent for being a hooligan."
"Nonsense! This has nothing to do with being a hooligan. It's a man's nature, it's about appreciation, understand?"
"Give me a break! No matter how nicely you put it, it's all the same thing! You men are all the same."
"Sister Ming! The way you're saying this sounds like you've seen it all! You're very experienced!"
Ming Hongling chuckled: "Go away! Go away and stop causing trouble."
"Aren't you leaving tonight? I don't think you intend to dismantle the greenhouse."
"The troupe leader seems quite satisfied with tonight's earnings, and since many people have requested an encore, he and his wife are discussing it. It's highly likely they'll put on another show. Hey! Why aren't you home yet?"
"I've come here to admire your beauty, sister!"
"Paying homage? That word doesn't seem right. Isn't 'paying homage' usually used for the remains of the deceased?"
"Hehe! Sister Hongling! I'm serious, does your song and dance troupe need any more people?"
Ming Hongling put down her work and looked at Liang Liang in surprise: "You really want to come to our song and dance troupe?"
Liang Liang nodded: "I'm just lazing around at home with nothing to do, so I'd like to learn how to navigate the world from you guys."
"So besides singing, what else can you do? Dance or play a musical instrument?"
Liang Liang thought for a moment and said, "I can do everything. Dancing and playing musical instruments are no problem at all."
"Hehehe! I didn't expect you to be such a braggart. Tell me, what are you good at?"
"My forte is writing lyrics and composing music."
He's really good at this; he has thousands of songs in his head, some good and some bad, and he can just pick one at random and claim it's his own work, but nobody knows.
This doesn't count as plagiarism, since he's a reincarnated character.
"Writing lyrics and composing music? That's not very useful for our small group. How about instruments?"
"You can play bass?"
"Bass? What's a bass?"
In the early 1990s, very few people who didn't play rock music had actually seen a bass.
It's not surprising that a makeshift rural troupe like Ming Hongling's has never heard of bass.
"Let me ask for you."
Ming Hongling excitedly ran off to ask the troupe leader.
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