This star is from the earth

Since the first season, the audience of "Singer" has been limited to 500 people. Others who sat in the aisle and sat on a small bench in the open space in the front row were regarded as some related households, who came in to listen to music, but did not have the right to vote.

There are eight cameras aimed at the auditorium, capturing the expressions of the audience at all times, so that they can be added to the feature film as material. Some audiences who are eager to express themselves have a high level of stealing the spotlight, and it is inevitable that their expressions will look like a lie.

The whole scene is like a small concert hall, enclosing the stage in a fan shape. The audience can clearly see the expressions of the singers on the stage without zooming in on the screen.

Seven or eight singers in "Singer" carefully prepared for a song for a week or more, and they devoted themselves to a song when they came on stage.

This makes some people say that going to the scene of "Singer" is more worth the ticket price than going to a concert of a first-class singer.

that's the truth.

The sound effect of "Singer" is top-notch, and it can even be said to be the most valuable thing in the whole venue.

The program group spends a lot of money on hardware and updates it every year, in order to capture every beauty in the singer's voice and present the audience with top-level auditory enjoyment.

Now Zhang Yiman is going to sing, no matter how much confusion and prejudice the audience has, and how many ideas they want to express, they have to calm down and listen to the song before speaking.

In any case, everyone travels thousands of miles to enjoy a cost-effective audio-visual feast.

When Zhang Yiman stood on the stage, she couldn't see the charming and naive off stage at all, her face was so focused that the audience felt that just looking at the appearance, it was really pleasing to the eye.

Zhang Yiman supported the microphone, and nodded towards the band teacher who was on the side of the stage where the lights were not too bright so as not to overwhelm the guests.

Their expressions are very serious, maybe they are serious at ordinary times, but they are more serious now. Because the song they got was unfamiliar after all, and the difficulty was not small, they also had to cheer up, so as not to drag the singer down.

Sitting in front of the piano on the side of the stage is a well-known pianist in China's industry. She looked at Zhang Yiman, who had a calm face but a dark tide in her heart. Zhang Yiman responded with a look, and put her fingers on the keys. bounced up.

The sound of the piano resounded crisply throughout the studio.

Uneasy, melancholy, decadent, and forbearance before the outbreak.

When the faint piano sounded and the audience was immersed in the desolate atmosphere as in the deep sea, Zhang Yiman sang lyrics that were not girly at all in the bass range G3-C4 with a tired voice:

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The sweetness you have tasted is the fruit of loneliness

That's me cut from my heart

A piece of meat is like a giveaway, never without thinking

If you are sharp, I will be a bloody storm, and be a writer with eloquence

...

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Not only the singer standing on the stage can see the teleprompter, but there is also a teleprompter on the side of the stage, which allows the audience in the audience to see clearly what the singer is singing.

Sad, restless, quiet, lyrics and music complement each other.

Singing like a man who has lost his heart and is bleeding but not dead.

The picture in the lyrics immediately jumped into the minds of the audience.

【

Just let me replace you

Unforgettable like a love novel

The more blood flows, the more sad the hands, the more empty the heart

The more the flesh hurts, the more vivid the feelings will be

don't give it back don't give it back

...

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Unexpectedly, after passing through the previous singing part, one wave is not flat, and another wave rises again. The emotions of the chorus part are superimposed one by one, and the vocal range gradually rises, making the "initiation, inheritance and transformation" to the extreme.

Zhang Yiman is like a victim bent on revenge, pouring out all his grievances and anger.

When the audience heard Zhang Yiman's powerful yet shrill voice, their scalps felt as if they had exploded!

From the top of the head to the end of the spine, it seems to have been electrified, and the whole body is comfortable!

What [you are so young, let's sing in "Singer" after a few years of experience], what [estimated the fate of a round trip], these doubts were all thrown to the back of the mind.

Listening to the tension and the thrilling soundtrack that surfaced at the end, the audience couldn't help panting, adjusted their sitting posture, leaned forward, and stared at the young female singer who wasted energy on the stage.

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It's too late to try to figure it out, the involvement of the palm of your hand is already useless

Seeing the empty shell of their souls, two people who have lost their souls

There is too much ink, no matter how strong the story is, it is too cheesy

It’s good to write where you can, so that you can watch it to death

love must die or live

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At this time, the voice has turned up an octave, and Zhang Yiman's voice is no longer as hoarse as it was at the beginning, but his emotions are gradually out of control, and his articulation has become sonorous and powerful, singing in the hearts of the audience every word, step by step. pressing.

Burst! !

The audience couldn't sit still any longer, they stood up one by one, their hearts surging.

The host and singer Dou Tong in the audience listened to such a perfect combination of music, words, singing and arrangement, squinted at Zhang Yiman on the stage, clapped his hands, and felt emotional.

No wonder he found out that during the rehearsal, when he asked the band teachers about the level of the singer, the band teachers and the music director all had a smirk on their faces and said they wanted him to work hard, but they didn't say a word after that. , the expression of completely waiting to see a good show.

It turns out that this is not for gilding, but for real kicking.

[Don't give it back to me, don't give it back to me]

From inheritance to transformation, first suppress and then rise.

Zhang Yiman sang a complete story, and also a complete analysis of a lover's madness.

After the last high note, the restless and passionate music stopped at once.

It seemed like nothing happened, and it was like the sea roared and then returned to silence.

Only the lonely piano sound at the opening is left, tinkling there.

The song is over.

"Thanks."

After the music disappeared, Zhang Yiman let out a breath, calmed down, and bowed to the audience in thanks.

The venue was quiet for a moment, followed by raging applause and shouts!

"ah!!"

"Wow!~"

The audience could no longer hear what they were shouting, they just wanted to vent their pent-up emotions.

Men, women, young and old, elites or students, all clapped excitedly and vigorously.

Han Jue looked back at the audience, some of the audience had tears streaming down their faces and didn't bother to wipe them, they just raised their hands and clapped vigorously.

Han Jue remembered a video he had watched in his previous life. A child with autism was taken by his father to watch Prince's concert, and he heard the classic "Purple Rain". From the video, the child really doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't fit in with the carnival people around him. However, Listening to the song, the child's tears flowed out.

Later, when he accompanied his girlfriend to the concert, he stopped laughing at the audience who were crying while listening to the song on TV.

Han Jue turned his head and watched Zhang Yiman accepting the applause of everyone present on the stage. Although he was extremely confident in this masterpiece from his previous life before, he was finally relieved now that the dust had settled and the response was unprecedentedly enthusiastic. tone.

【It's done. 】

In the process of listening just now, Han Jue's mood was also ups and downs with the music, and he was very happy.

Singers who sing well in the studio usually don't mean they can sing well live. In terms of genre distinction, there are even two types of singers.

Before Han Jue heard that Zhang Yiman sang well in the recording studio, but for the live performance that required experience, he was still sweating for Sha Niu.

Now it seems that things like lamenting talent can really ignore the age advantage. Zhang Yiman is still the type who plays better when the scene is bigger.

Everything is perfect.

The singers who were gathered together after the backstage singing were all solemn about Zhang Yiman's unexpected performance. They had to admit that this kind of strength was beyond the influence of such a small action as changing the order of singing.

The well-known musicians who commented on the singer's performance in another room looked at the screen with surprise.

Even though they had affirmed that Zhang Yiman had a bright future and were very optimistic about Zhang Yiman, they never expected that Zhang Yiman would get a work that matched her so early. This time "Singer" is very interesting.

A singer's fame requires both internal and external training. The inside is the strength, and the outside is the work.

Good lyrics, good music and good arrangement, plus Zhang Yiman's ability to show her ability vividly, the appearance of a dark horse is already unstoppable.

It is foreseeable that Zhang Yiman, a rookie singer who has debuted for less than half a year, will usher in a leapfrog development.

"Thank you, teacher of the band."

The musicians of the band completed the performance perfectly, and at this time, they all followed the audience and gave Zhang Yiman applause with a smile.

In the completely opposite situation from when he appeared on the stage, Zhang Yiman just smiled coquettishly in the face of overwhelming applause, without much complacency or agitation on his face.

Facing the applause from the audience and band members calmly.

However, she was not in a hurry.

Zhang Yiman still held the microphone, pursed her lips, thinking about what she wanted to say, as if the next words would make her more nervous:

"I would like to thank the songwriter of this song, Han Jue, hehe, yes, he is also my uncle~uncle, thank you~"

Following Zhang Yiman's gentle gaze, everyone immediately saw Han Jue standing next to the camera under the stage, holding a padded jacket and waiting for Zhang Yiman to come down.

I didn't finish typing yesterday morning because I was afraid that I would die suddenly soon, so I adjusted my schedule and coded during the day.