Chapter 263 World Tour 4.0
Concert scene.
As the showtime approached, the suppressed excitement in the audience surged in waves.
Thirty thousand tickets is simply a drop in the bucket considering MYST7’s huge fan base.
The fans of a single member alone could buy it all, not to mention distributing it among seven companies.
In addition to the special significance of the first concert and the fact that it was held in a densely populated area like Beijing, there was a fierce competition for tickets as soon as they went on sale.
Fans who can’t get tickets can only turn to the scalper market, and the ticket prices are naturally driven up to astronomical prices.
This stubborn problem persists in the entertainment industry despite repeated bans. As long as there are people willing to pay for it, this gray industrial chain will continue to exist.
Even if the platform adopts restrictive measures such as real-name ticket purchase, it is still impossible to completely eliminate it.
It can be said that every audience member who can sit in the venue today is a lucky person who has gone through countless difficulties.
At this time, the central large screen lit up, and when the appearance trailer of "MYST7" started playing, some fans could not help but scream.
But more people just clenched their fists and held their breath, waiting for the figures they were thinking about.
After the group name was finalized, the countdown began.
The lights in the venue swept like lasers, and the magnificent background music pushed the anticipation to the peak.
At this moment, all the suppressed excitement turned into lava about to erupt—
As the lift platform slowly rose, seven figures gradually became clear under the spotlight.
In an instant, the entire venue erupted with unlimited sound waves. Fans could no longer suppress their inner excitement. They waved glow sticks, light boards and banners, and shouted the names of their idols at the top of their lungs.
“Ah ...
"Gu Qiong is the ultimate lead singer!"
"Qingyu wife, I love you!"
"Jiangbao, my husband is so handsome!"
"You Jinzhao, you are awesome!"
"Mom fans have gone bad, Leo, you are the big wolf dog today!"
"Thank you Qingyu, the eternal god of the stage!"
"Wei Liangchen, stop showing your teeth, I just want to see your face."
"Ding Xiaozai did a great job!"
“…”
Concerts are not only a grand event for idols and fans, but also a stage for idols to show themselves.
Because the moment they came on stage, the battle battlefield belonging to the fans in the audience had already begun.
The competition between fan circles is both complicated and simple. Its essence is the struggle for resources and the game of discourse power.
In this battlefield without gunpowder smoke, popularity is territory and the volume of support is weapon.
In this circle, if no one competes with your fan circle, it only means that you are not popular enough and your territory is not large enough to touch other people's interests. It has nothing to do with your personality as calm as a chrysanthemum.
The real top streamers are bound to be accompanied by countless open and covert attacks.
No matter how Buddhist an artist is, as long as he stands high enough, he is bound to become the target of public criticism.
For groups, this competition is even more complicated. The upper circle must defend the throne, the middle circle must strive to be the best, and the lower circle waits for an opportunity to counterattack.
Every offline support event is the beginning of a new round of competition.
When the lift platform rose to the stage level, Xie Qingyu raised his hand to touch the close-up shot, with the microphone against his lips: "Welcome to the world of MYST7~"
The ending note carries a bewitching vibrato that penetrates deep into people's hearts.
The screams came like a tide, and it was no longer possible to tell what they were shouting. All that was left was pure emotional release.
At this time, Xie Qingyu had returned to his original position and followed his teammates to turn around and stand in a fan shape with his back to the camera.
The lights in the venue suddenly dimmed, leaving only a dark red spotlight outlining their silhouettes.
The metal chain swayed gently with his breathing.
On the large screen in the background, the word "lie" twisted and shattered like burning ink.
Suddenly, a low electronic sound broke the silence, and the drum beats exploded in an instant!
Different from Tyrande's previous group variety show promotions and several small stages that followed, this adapted version of "Lies" is combined with top-notch stage design, bringing a shocking immersive experience from the first note.
(Lies flicker like sparks in the darkness
That light seems to be a temptation but hides disaster
......)
More than twenty dancers came from all over the stage, seven of them turning in sync, their eyes piercing the darkness like sharp blades.
Xie Qingyu stood in the center, holding a virtual flame with cold light effects on his fingertips, and threw it into the air when singing "Twinkling Sparks".
The six members expanded and danced outward like flames, with him as the center.
The atomizer sprayed out light gray smoke, and the stage instantly turned into a misty forest.
The LED floor screen projects a pattern of tangled thorns. With each line of lyrics, the thorns flash red, as if piercing the audience's eyes.
(The prison that cannot be escaped is tormenting
I'm trapped in your lies
Like a moth to the fire
Lies are like poison corroding my castle
......)
The drum beats suddenly accelerated, and the seven people knelt on one knee, followed by the dancers clapping their hands on the ground.
A robotic arm at the back of the stage unfolded, and the giant circular light array hanging from it began to rotate, with the light beam sweeping across the audience like a war drum.
As the prelude to the chorus sounded, Bai Lang leaped into the air, and the others moved in a trajectory that was like a blaze spreading across the land.
The built-in fan blew up the black jacket, revealing the scarlet flame pattern on the lining, like the embodiment of boiling blood.
(Let the fire burn bright
Burn away the night——)
The circular light array burst into bright yellow light, the large background screen turned into a waterfall of flames, and the ground screen spewed out a six-meter-high cold flame column.
The seven formed a triangle formation in front of the wall of fire, with the dancers following them closely.
At this moment, the stage turned into purgatory, and they were the kings reborn from the ashes.
"Help! My heart is about to burst!"
"Is the opening so explosive?! My hands are shaking!"
"Every movement hits my heart so precisely. This is like a god descending to earth!"
"Baby Qingyu, mommy will hug you!"
"Husbands, take it easy. I'll talk to you after the concert!"
"I do! Can you please spare some time to get a national certificate?!"
"He's so handsome it's breathtaking—"
The flame effects gradually faded, and the stage sank into a cold blue light.
Seven people were scattered on the staggered lifts, using dance steps to interpret their feelings of loss and hesitation.
(I can't hear the call of the real voice
I only see the phantom shore woven by lies
The promise is as illusory as bubbles
One touch and it disappears into the clouds)
Gu Qiong stood on the central platform with his eyes lowered and sang, while the other members used their bodies to interpret the bubble illusion.
At the moment of singing "disappear", the lifting platform suddenly sank and bounced up, and the LED screen shattered into light spots in the sky.
Only the platform where Gu Qiong was located was bathed in pure white light beams symbolizing the truth.
(Oh look at that raging lie
Oh, I'm so angry I can't sleep
......)
As the progress continued, when the formation dance movements began to deviate with Xie Qingyu as the center, the seven people formed concentric circles, with their arms crossed and placed on each other's shoulders.
A cocoon pattern appeared on the large background screen, and the robotic arm gathered the circular light array into a cocoon. The light gradually changed from scarlet to gold, and all the lifting platforms rose at the same time.
Seven people froze in a difficult lifting pose, and golden ribbons fell from the sky like star rain.
(Embers settle on the scabby palm lines
......
And I hold on to my unburned soul in the cracks)
The flames transformed into drifting white shards, dancing to the ground like fallen leaves. The seven people slowly knelt, their palms pressed to the ground. The floor screen lit up with cracked, warm light.
The final chapter arrived, and when the last line of the lyrics fell, all the lights converged into seven beams of light.
They flung off their coats, and amid the sound of metal clashing, a flame sculpture with the word "burn" engraved on it rose in the center of the stage.
The screams and cheering waves from the audience brought this audio-visual feast to its climax.
The lights gradually dimmed. Unlike the talent show, the concert stage belonged entirely to them.
There won't be many opportunities to wait in the wings or switch between stage settings.
Therefore, the concert is more about the creation of light and shadow, as well as the performers' on-site reaction speed. The moment the lights dimmed, Xie Qingyu and the members quickly retreated to the next designated performance position.
As soon as I stood still, the accompaniment of the second track "Twilight Line" sounded, and dozens of gradient light strips fell from the sky, with streams of light ranging from deep sea blue to dawn gold, hanging like a liquid galaxy.
"Oh my god, it's the twilight zone, we are saved!"
"The opening temperature was too high. If it doesn't cool down, my heart will explode!"
"Yes, yes, slow down, slow down."
Just as the fans were breathing a sigh of relief, the big screen suddenly showed seven incredibly handsome faces.
The members standing on the platform stretched out their hands towards the camera, like a prince inviting a princess to dance at a ball.
“Ahhhhhhhhh—”
Want to rest? Impossible!
The heartbeats in the audience had already reached the brink, and these seven men were still stepping on the accelerator frantically.
Xie Qingyu gently retracted his outstretched hand and placed it on his heart, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, calming down a little from the passion of the previous song.
Gu Qiong's pure and clear voice was the first to flow, and the ending tone carried a subtle sense of gravel. You Jinzhao's harmony was like a light mist, which made people's spine tingle:
(When eyelashes catch the fading light
The weight of the tide flows through my fingers
The hour hand gently moves under the skin
Shaking out half of an unformed moon)
The part boundaries of this song are not clear, but it blends the vocal characteristics of the members just right.
As the mix gradually came in, three veils rose behind the stage. In the dry ice mist, the outlines of the footprints turned into translucent kites, and the shadows on the veils flickered like gossamer.
(Breathing the shape of mist
Footprints float like kites with broken strings
We stand on tiptoe at the border
Saw a shadow slowly climbing up the wall)
Xie Qingyu's harmony was as gentle as the brush of a feather, and the members stood on tiptoe in sync to look into the distance.
Where the light was focused, the moment Gu Yan turned around, the gauze curtain lit up the mottled shadow of the wall.
When the real figure and the virtual projection overlap, all the cheering sticks in the audience turn into fluorescent waves, swaying gently with the rhythm.
The melody of the chorus rolled in like a tide, and the light strips on the top of the stage began to flicker in waves.
A circular light track rises from the central platform, with seven people standing at different nodes. The light rings beneath their feet change brightness with the strength of their voices. As Ding, on the far right, raises his hand and trembles, the spotlight accurately captures the subtle force of his fingertips, tangibly conveying the invisible sense of weight.
(This twilight line always sways before dawn
Like the weight hanging on your fingertips
All that was left unsaid melted into the morning light
Before waking up, it shattered into stars and fell all over the window)
When the song reached this point, the whole audience suddenly fell into darkness for three seconds.
When the lights came back on, the dome was covered with projections of the morning light, and tiny points of light floated from the stage to the audience seats like stars.
Xie Qingyu closed her eyes lightly, put her hand to her lips, and sang the most moving passage of the whole song:
(The wind crumpled the dream into wrinkles of paper
The unsent address is hidden in the folds
And the heartbeat taps gently on the eardrum
Knock on the half-open door)
Dozens of meters long rice paper curtains hang on both sides of the stage, and the lights cast delicate pleated textures on them.
The members stood in staggered positions, singing in stepped harmony from low to high, and their tacit cooperation created a brief stereo sound field effect.
A light golden handwritten projection appeared on the soft screen, then faded away as the singing faded.
As the finale approaches, the giant ring light slowly rotates at a 180-degree angle.
The shadows of the seven people in the beam of light intertwined on the ground:
(When the first ray of reality
Apply a cooling cream to your eyelids
At a certain moment, the light flickered
It is the shape we leave at the junction)
The last ray of light turned the water curtain into the dawn skyline, and the cheers resonated with the aftermath.
The moment the lights went out, it seemed as if there really was a line between dawn and dusk, gently separating dreams from reality...
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