Chapter 69 The Expectations of the Crowd, and the Inspiration That Strikes Again
Upon seeing the note, Wang Yueheng nodded slightly towards the window, indicating that he understood.
I waited quietly for a while.
I did not hear any task prompts from the system.
In other words, this unexpected encore is entirely up to the individual's mood.
Sing if you want to sing, give up if you don't.
At this time, Wang Yueheng had no idea how the radio station's listenership was.
Just now, I could tell from the expression on the face of the editor-in-chief, Zheng Zhongxi.
The previous song should have worked pretty well.
Liu Xianghong, the anchorwoman beside him, was still speaking slowly into the microphone.
Wang Yueheng leaned back in his chair, listening quietly.
There are certainly many excellent works in the system.
But that doesn't mean you can just use it to sing.
It must be appropriate to the environment and have suitable opportunities to perform.
It's like Wang Yueheng suddenly releasing a song called "Xi Shuashua".
It will not increase popularity or achieve good results.
It might even deplete the popularity and goodwill gained previously.
"What's going on? Is he not planning to sing anymore?"
"That's true. Original works are so difficult, how could you possibly write one just like that?"
"This is a wise choice, I suppose. If I didn't sing well, all my efforts would have been in vain."...
In the live broadcast room, Lu Qiuping and other employees, who were originally full of anticipation, were watching.
Seeing Wang Yueheng sitting there without any sign of writing songs.
His expression gradually turned dejected.
They also fully understood Wang Yueheng's predicament at this time.
After all, you can't force creative work.
"well…"
Editor-in-Chief Zheng Zhongxi couldn't help but sigh softly.
If that's the case, we should have just asked Wang Yueheng to write songs on the spot when he first arrived.
Now everyone is happy.
"It's okay, as long as he covers other people's songs, he'll have fulfilled the sponsor's mission."
Station director Ouyang Yuanshan comforted him from the side.
As someone in the arts, he certainly knows how difficult it is to create a new song.
It's not as easy as most people think.
Inspiration, state of mind, talent, accumulated experience, strength...
None of them can be missing.
They were able to write a song like "Sorrow" on the spot that perfectly matched the theme and mood of the radio program.
They can already be considered outstanding individuals.
Then force them to create a piece that fits the style of the program.
That's really asking too much of people.
What is Yue Heng thinking?
"Hopefully, he won't force himself to create an inappropriate new song just to please the leaders of Taiwan..."
As Wang Yueheng's assistant, Mo Zixue naturally knew about the sponsor's request to add a song.
Unlike the crowd who were full of expectations.
Mo Zixue hoped that Wang Yueheng would be more cautious.
Even singing one of the alternative cover songs is fine.
As the radio program continued...
The hands of the clock on the wall slowly reached 6:45.
In about ten minutes, this episode will come to a complete end.
Watching the time tick by, minute by minute.
At this moment, the radio station staff had completely given up on the idea of hearing Wang Yueheng's new song.
They all returned to their work posts and got busy.
Director Lü Qiuping also signaled to anchor Liu Xianghong that the live broadcast would soon enter its ten-minute countdown to end.
At most, I'll answer one more off-site call, and then this episode will end.
Meanwhile, Wang Yueheng remained calmly seated in the broadcasting room chair.
They would occasionally chime in and chat with the host based on the topics they were asked to discuss.
With the support of a domineering voice actor.
His professional voice is in no way inferior to the beauty that his singing brings to the audience.
"Time always flies. Let's take one last call from an off-site listener. It's time to say goodbye to today's program..."
soon.
Director Lü Qiuping switched the last off-site call to the broadcasting studio.
"I glanced at the time and said gently," said Liu Xianghong, the anchor.
"beep--"
"Hello Sister Xiang Hong, I am your loyal listener, my name is Jia Yanting."
"I've just been diagnosed with a serious illness..."
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