The orchestra's key piece is "Sunrise in the East, Battle of the Seas".
After the host introduces the program, the translator will translate it into a foreign language.
Watching the choir of seventy or eighty people quickly move into their designated positions.
Xing Baohua, with her sharp eyes, recognized many of them as members of the performing arts troupe.
The choir was large and stood neatly behind the symphony orchestra.
Zhao Dechuan stood solemnly on the command platform, watching the members prepare.
He then bowed slightly to the audience. His previous performances had been excellent, and this bow was met with enthusiastic applause from the audience.
The grand finale is often the most important program.
As Zhao Dechuan waved his hands, the entire auditorium fell silent.
That aura, that presence, they've got it all under control.
With a gentle wave of the left hand, the timpani mallet struck first, followed by the trumpet and trombone.
As the timpani beat rapidly, the bass chorus began to sing. The viola and cello followed with their distinctive low registers.
A chant that penetrates the depths of the soul takes root in people's hearts, accompanied by rhythm.
Sometimes emotions cannot be expressed.
Many people know that this piece was composed by Xing Baohua. The shock of this piece is no less than that of a depth charge, which has exploded in the hearts of some people.
Dalia and Jiwa from the Su team both covered their mouths in surprise. Zou Wenjuan, who was about to go on stage for the next performance, closed her eyes, her heart filled with turmoil.
When the song ended, the audience stood up and clapped their hands vigorously for a long time.
The host, who was announcing the program, stood awkwardly on the stage, looking somewhat at a loss.
Mr. Zhao Dechuan bowed deeply to the audience again and again. He even waved his hand to ask everyone to quiet down, but it had little effect.
Xing Baohua thought to himself, "If we added a video at this moment, how outstanding it would be! The visual impact is the impact on the soul."
Now, after listening to this music, all I can do is use my imagination.
The applause gradually faded, and the host said a few words of flattery before starting the introductions.
The closing song of the final show.
To paraphrase the host, this song is dedicated to all the foreign guests present. After all, the song is in birdsong, so we need to make sure the words sound nice.
When the electric band came on stage, their flamboyant outfits were quite stunning.
After waiting for two minutes and when all the band members were ready, Zou Wenjuan took a deep breath backstage and went on stage.
Holding that electric guitar, the light should now be focused on her deeply.
Wang Weibao, holding an electric fan, had already run to the front desk, ready to blow-dry the hair of the person who came in.
Her attire was even more refined than that of a four or five-haired child; she wore a black, tight-fitting leather outfit and had her hair styled in a reddish hue.
During this period, it was seen as either glamorous or unconventional.
But to those foreign guests, it was just an ordinary sight.
The fusion of a symphony orchestra and an electric band was truly innovative. Zou Wenjuan's opening vocals captivated everyone.
The slightly lower tone gradually rose. The resonance produced by more than thirty violins made one's heart pound.
The sound of the drums makes you want to stomp your feet to the rhythm.
After the song ended, Zou Wenjuan bowed to the band first, and then to the audience. Just then, one of the foreigners shouted: "Encore! Encore!"
Then the foreign guests joined in the shouting.
"..."
The leaders were momentarily stunned. I'd never encountered anything like it! I had to ask the translator to find out it meant an encore.
It seems the foreign guests enjoyed it, so we'll have an encore. This is a privilege usually reserved for veteran artists.
After some tense communication, the host went over to Zou Wenjuan to discuss an encore.
At this moment, Zou Wenjuan was also in a panic.
After searching for Xing Baohua four times, what should be done next?
When Xing Baohua heard the encore, she had already gotten up and was about to walk backstage. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; Zou Wenjuan had no choice but to become famous.
This has paved the way for the next tape. Lots of good things tonight, worth celebrating.
Li Wengang also came out to find Xing Baohua and hurriedly asked, "What did you ask your people to sing? Tell me quickly!"
"There is no distant place!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Wengang turned around and ran over to the host to explain the program.
At this moment, Xing Baohua had already arrived at the side position backstage and shouted to the band members who were nearby: "Prairie Sun, the first four lines."
They had only practiced the song two or three times and weren't very familiar with it. They also didn't expect an extra performance; otherwise, having a large choir provide backing vocals would have been absolutely amazing.
Xing Baohua asked the staff to add a microphone for the electric band, as they had a harmonizing intro.
Ready.
The drummer sets the beat, and the four young men begin to sing: "Blue sky, white clouds drifting..."
Horses are running under the white clouds.
While my singing skills are flawed and can't be compared to professionals, it's often the flaws that make the comparison stand out.
The rhythm of the electric guitar and bass, along with the dense drumming, really got the party started. It wasn't just the foreign guests, but also the audience members present.
"Lost in the steel walls of skyscrapers"
..."
When she sang, Zou Wenjuan closed her eyes because the wind made them very uncomfortable.
Wang Weibao turned the electric fan to the third setting, and the strong wind made Zou Wenjuan's hair fly wildly.
This is the effect; it makes the audience below feel strange, but not in the same way as before. Instead, they find it beautiful and attractive.
The performance ended perfectly. The effect exceeded expectations.
To Xing Baohua's surprise, a foreign guest in the audience suddenly shouted, "I want to take her back."
Only a handful of people understand bird language. Xing Baohua frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the voice. There were too many people and the lights were too bright, so he couldn't see who was shouting.
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