"Teacher Yan, we will come to you right away. This is the background guide group. Finally, we will confirm the status of the ear return and the wireless microphone with you. Please reply... Teacher Yan? Teacher Yan Qing!"
Yan Qing was awakened by the urging sound from his ear. He opened his eyes with some difficulty, but found that he could see nothing.
The noise around him and the darkness in front of him made him wonder whether he had fallen into an illusion.
「？？？」
Instinctively leaning back, Yan Qing's back touched the wall, and after receiving a feedback force, his whole body gradually regained consciousness.
Yan Qing felt that he seemed to be in a state of extreme insecurity - his elbow had just left the upper edge of his knee, and his palm was still covering his forehead, eyes and both sides of his nose, shielding all light sources.
"This position? I have a headache again. I am familiar with putting my elbows on my legs, covering my head with my palms, and then curling up in the corner of the wall, trembling, but I... I am not..."
Yan Qing hurriedly looses his palm as his mind turns.
"How dazzling!"
Squinting his eyes and enduring a sense of dryness, Yan Qing tries to adapt to the dazzling lights in the channel and the feeling that his body slowly returns to consciousness control.
This sense of loss of control was fed back to his mind, and Yan Qing summed up his own experience in this way: "The roar and echo of intracranial noise, the strong sense of disconnection between consciousness and body, quite a kind of artistic conception of hearing death metal at first."
"Mr. Yan? Mr. Yan Qing? Are you... Are you all right? Ear turn counts down to 30 seconds and then comes on stage. The guitar microphone and your stool have been arranged for you according to the rehearsal plan."
Yan Qing's experience was interrupted by the familiar and unfamiliar voice coming from the ear stuck at the auricle, and the stopwatch sound of ticking and counting down.
"Come on stage, guitar, rehearsal? Now the hell is in vogue?"
Feeling that he has gradually adapted to the lumen intensity of this channel's spotlight array, Yan Qing slowly leans against the corner of the wall and stands up. The sound of the call in the ear is just the ninth time.
"But... it seems that it's not a good way to spend it. Tut! This piano looks good..."
With a touch, he even carried a light yellow wooden folk guitar on his back. As he stood up, the canvas shoulder strap pulled on Yan Qing's shoulder and gave him friction feedback, everything was very real.
He also glanced at his clothes. From bottom to top, he saw a pair of short gray Martin shoes, washed white jeans trousers, and long pure gray Tee.
This is also the clothes Yan Qing used to wear before, as if everything was normal.
"No, the feedback is very clear, I stand by." Yan Qing replied in a deep voice, restraining his confused mind.
While replying to the information of the guide group through the wireless microphone, Yan Qing has steadily stepped forward, and his mind is synchronized with lightning:
"It's too true, so it's God's pity that I didn't finish the finals. Give me a chance to finish the competition songs that I prepared before, or I have passed through.
I remember when I was bored before, I saw a book. The beginning was that a down and out third rate singer crossed the alien world inexplicably, and the next second was the live broadcast of the singer's competition. "
"OK. Countdown, Mr. Yan Qing asks you to step out of the starlight channel and enter the stage. 5.4..."
Yan Qing embraces the guitar and walks slowly to the brightest place at the entrance of the spotlight channel. There is still time left.
While waiting for the end of the countdown from the ear, he secretly observed the situation on the inside of the stage at the passageway.
Several spotlight spots can be seen outside are moving slowly and aimlessly, avoiding a wooden high stool and a wooden guitar microphone rack.
Yan Qing is familiar with and unfamiliar with the arrangement of this stage. He is in sync with the inexplicable sense of intracranial distortion, which makes him feel like he is about to get up.
With this sense of distortion, Yan Qing's brain is still resounding, sober and intense:
"After all, I am dead. It should be normal for my body to have such a sense of distortion.
No matter what, every second of extra work is earned. We should finish the performance first.
Well, what I had been preparing for before was playing and singing by myself. Somehow I got the chance to complete the performance. I have to cherish it and think about something else after singing this song. "
The countdown in the ear is over, and the sound in the stage booms:
"Next, let's invite Yan Qing to perform on the stage."
After all, Yan Qing has participated in the whole season as a starter singer, and now he has completed psychological construction.
When he calmly walked to his own competition area, Yan Qing quietly sat on the wooden high stool, looked down and chased the scattered spotlights from around the stage to him.
After the lights gathered together and made Yan Qingzhao the only focus on the stage, he, who had skillfully adjusted the angle of the guitar pickup microphone, naturally mobilized his facial muscles, and raised his head to deliver a gentle and confident smile to the darkness in front of the stage.
Yan Qing breathed slowly, and a series of thoughts flashed in his mind.
"The whole studio is dark and quiet. There is no teleprompter, fluorescent aid light board, or dazzling mobile flash laser pen. It is still a familiar stage of Singer, as always professional.
Very good, very familiar. Still like this, the stage is completely under the control of the singer himself. "
Yan Qing smiled, plucked the strings of his guitar, and began to play the songs he had prepared for the first round of the finals for several weeks.
He prepared a folk song "Beginning of Autumn", which was sung by the late singer Junzi and composed by the short, big and tight teacher.
The female voice in the guitar's original key is # F, and Yan Qing has changed the key here and played it with the fingering method of C, so as to make the melody more consistent with his own voice characteristics.
The light and playful wooden guitar prelude, like the autumn sun, filled the studio with the top sound equipment of Singer 2020, and Yan Qingchun and Mianzhou's voice followed steadily:
…
You sit on the chair and look at the light flowing through the window
You reach out your hands and touch the hope written on the paper
You said the flowers opened and fell like a window
But the window opened and closed like love
You hold a flower waiting for someone to take you to wander
You want to sleep in the distance like a beautiful fairy tale
The book closed and floated down to dream
We are like a pair of oars
There must be some falling asleep with the wind
Some stay in my heart
So sometimes crazy, sometimes confused, sometimes singing "
~Interlude~
…
The stage and studio are still dark, and Yan Qing is more confident.
"It seems that my efforts are very successful. Even by my own critical standards, it can be called a perfect scene!
Will it impress 500 professional judges from all over the country?
At least this paragraph moved me. I don't want to do so much now. I will continue to sing the second paragraph well. "
…
You sit on the chair and look at the light flowing through the window
You reach out your hands and touch the hope written on the paper
You said the flowers opened and fell like a window
But the window opened and closed like love
You hold a flower waiting for someone to take you to wander
You want to sleep in the distance like a beautiful fairy tale
The book closed and floated down to dream
We are like a pair of oars
There must be some falling asleep with the wind
Some stay in my heart
So sometimes crazy, sometimes confused, sometimes singing "
~Interlude~
…
"There is only the last chorus left. After the subtle influence of Singer on the audience over the past few years, the competition style has long been unpopular with high pitched music.
It is now recognized that the best performance effect is that the singer conveys his most true feelings to the audience through his true feelings and singing in a low voice, which arouses strong resonance between the audience and the singer.
Unfortunately, in the next round, Chen Ruoxin and I have never rehearsed at all. I don't know which song I chose in the end. I can only rely on my previous experience in helping her make her debut
At this time, Yan Qing in the stage was free and easy, and his heart had already galloped, even thinking about the second round of singing assistance later.
…
"Always follow the wind and dream
Some stay in my heart
So sometimes crazy, sometimes confused, sometimes singing
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
There must be some falling asleep with the wind
Some stay in my heart
So sometimes crazy, sometimes confused, sometimes singing
La la la la la la la la la la la "
…………
Yan Qing finished his singing. At this time, the spotlight on the stage went out one after another. Then, with the loud applause and cheers, the lights around the stage were slowly lighting up layer by layer.
The light also lit up the auditorium layer by layer. Yan Qing could see that some of the audience's eyes were slightly wet, while some of them were already sparkling with tears.
Singer Yan Qing
on one's own
Bow down to thank
Independent of the stage, with a clear face.
…………
PS: Beginning of Autumn
Original singer: Junzi
Lyricist and composer: Gao Xiaosong
Song arranger: Liu Shaoxi
Album included: 2000 Spring Equinox, Beginning of Autumn and Winter Solstice
