Chapter 1144 Perfect Rehearsal Unbeknownst to many, Jay Chou's "stage masterclass" lasted for nearly half an hour.
He glanced at his watch: "That's about it. I'll rehearse the last two songs, then the stage is yours to try out your new song!"
Jay Chou returned to the center of the stage, and the music started—the intro to one of his old songs.
Even though it was just a rehearsal, when that familiar melody burst forth, the entire venue seemed to be instantly infused with a soul, and even the air vibrated.
Jay Chou was more engaged in his performance than before, clearly warming up and adjusting for the evening's main show.
Wang Yueheng watched attentively from the audience, verifying the knowledge he had just learned with the actual performance of the Heavenly King before him, and gained a great deal.
About forty minutes later, Jay Chou's rehearsal ended.
He jumped off the stage, drenched in sweat, took a big gulp of water, and then shouted towards the control room: "Next is our special guest's rehearsal time. Clear the area, and all irrelevant personnel must leave temporarily. Those who remain, please put away your phones. No photos or videos allowed!"
Jay Chou's tone was half-joking and half-serious, and the staff present all laughed and responded, but their actions were very swift.
Non-essential personnel retreated backstage, while the remaining band members, lighting technicians, cameramen, and others conscientiously placed their phones in a box.
This respect for the confidentiality of the work warmed Wang Yueheng's heart.
"Come on, Yue Heng."
Jay Chou patted Wang Yueheng on the back and pushed him toward the stage, saying, "Let's listen to this new song."
Wang Yueheng took a deep breath and steadily walked onto the stage.
Standing in the center, at the "best spot for photos," facing the empty audience and a handful of top professionals, he was even calmer than before.
Mo Zixue sat down in the first row below the stage, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, full of trust and pride.
The band director, holding the sheet music given to him by Wang Yueheng, had already quickly communicated with the musicians.
These seasoned musicians looked at the score with interest on their faces.
The keyboardist couldn't resist gently playing a short intro chord, his eyes shining.
"Yue Heng, are you ready? Which section should we start with?"
The band director asked through the microphone.
"Let's start from the beginning, thank you all for your help."
Wang Yueheng adjusted his in-ear monitor and spoke into the microphone.
"Okay, all departments, get ready."
Jay Chou had somehow ended up sitting next to the control panel and picked up the walkie-talkie himself. "Kai, let the lighting follow your instincts and match the music first."
On stage, Wang Yueheng closed his eyes, preparing himself emotionally.
A few seconds later, a clear and slightly melancholic piano prelude flowed from the keyboardist's fingers like a gentle stream, instantly captivating everyone's ears.
Then, delicate string music came in, adding a warm undertone to this clarity.
Wang Yueheng opened his eyes and raised the microphone.
When he sang the first line of the verse, his clear voice, full of stories, blended perfectly with the music, instantly pulling people into a specific situation and era.
Offstage, the band members exchanged surprised glances.
They originally thought Wang Yueheng was good at passionate songs like "The Lone Warrior" and "A Man Should Be Self-reliant," or campus folk songs like "The Fleeting Years."
Unexpectedly, the melody of this song is so beautiful and catchy, the lyrics are so vivid, and the emotions unfold layer by layer.
Professional musicians immediately recognized the exquisite compositional techniques and rich emotional tension within the music.
As the chorus approached, Wang Yueheng's voice suddenly rose, and his emotions burst forth.
He perfectly captured the deep longing, the helplessness of time's passage, and the magnanimous blessings in the lyrics.
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