When the host read Tan Yue's name, Xu Nuo, who was in the audience wondering how to withdraw from the blind date, was suddenly stunned, and immediately raised his head and looked at the stage.
"Fuck, it can't be him, can it?"
Xu Nuo stared at the stage with wide eyes.
I saw that figure taking the stage in no hurry, it looked so familiar!
Liu Jing, who was standing next to her, noticed the change in Xu Nuo, raised her head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xunuo took a deep breath, suppressed the surprise in his heart, pointed at Tan Yue on the stage and said, "That's my buddy."
Liu Jing opened her mouth slightly and turned to look at Tan Yue on the stage, "Your buddy? He's so handsome."
Xu Nuo rolled his eyes speechlessly.
Liu Jing curled her lips slightly, "But where did he choose this song? I've never heard of it, and the title of the song is too weird, "Song for Myself"?"
Xu Nuo didn't speak, but looked at the stage. He remembered the last time Tan Yue sang at the Blue Ocean Bar.
This guy can sing pretty well, at least when it comes to making a promise, he sounds pretty good.
"Does he sing well?" Liu Jing asked.
Xu Nuo thought for a while and said, "It doesn't sound very good, but it's not bad either."
Liu Jing hummed and looked at the stage with some curiosity, waiting for the performance of this buddy Xu Nuo.
...
Offstage,
The audience also looked at Tan Yue who appeared on the stage.
"The young man is quite energetic."
"Tan Yue? Sounds familiar?"
"This handsome guy is quite handsome. I wonder how he sings?"
Below the stage, Wu Xuemin, the choreographer of "I Am a Singer", held his chin with one hand and looked at Tan Yue on the stage.
Not to mention, it's no wonder that Qi Xue is attracted to him, his appearance is indeed outstanding, and he is much more handsome than the host of their show.
On the stage,
Tan Yue stood still in the center of the stage, looking at the thousands of audience members, still feeling a little nervous.
Take a deep breath, hold the microphone tightly, and wait for the accompaniment to sound.
Soon, a slightly deep piano sound slowly sounded, mixed with guitar sounds from time to time.
After the accompaniment started playing, the noisy scene slowly became quiet.
Tan Yue listened to the accompaniment, which was similar to what he remembered, and nodded slightly.
This was also the first time he heard the accompaniment. It was copied from the recording studio in the station and handed over to the program staff after signing up.
Tan Yue looked from near to far, looking past the crowds of people in People's Square, past the bustling streets, colorful neon lights, towering high-rise buildings, and looked towards the dark night.
During this period, when Tan Yue was bored, he would occasionally sing songs on the guitar that Qi Xue left behind, and he gradually felt that he had improved a bit.
On the other hand, Tan Yue also had some considerations in choosing this song. One reason is that he likes this song. Another reason is that what moves people most about this song is not the singing skills, but the feelings, which is the view of life expressed in the song.
In my previous life, I once heard an old professor from the Conservatory of Music say at a drinking party that honesty and accuracy are the standards for testing art. The creator is honest with himself and has sufficient experience and ability to express himself. It gives people the impression that it is accurate. And accurate things speak directly to people's hearts.
And this song "Song to Myself" vividly demonstrates the old professor's words!
Withdrawing his gaze and closing his eyes slightly, Tan Yue started singing along with the accompanying melody.
"I want it but can't get it,
What's wrong with you?
Those who should give up cannot bear to part with them,
Just talking about the past.
Wait until you realize that time is a thief,
It has already stolen all your choices. "
After singing a section, Tan Yue breathed a little loudly because his singing skills were not good enough. However, this was just an audition for a local program, and the audience were not picky musicians. It did not affect listening to the song, and no one cared at all.
The faces that were originally smiling and careless were all looking towards the stage and the person on the stage.
The young people only think that the singing of this song is too monotonous and has no skills at all. It is just like talking in ordinary times, but it is not difficult to hear and unacceptable.
Some office workers, middle-aged people and even elderly people felt another emotion after hearing this. Life is in a hurry, what you want is not available, and after that, there is only futility.
This is a life experience that many people have, and it makes those who have experienced and setbacks feel emotional, sad, and resonate with each other.
Tan Yue paused briefly and continued singing:
"Love is just a fever,
Missing is followed by a cough that won't get better.
It's unforgivable,
But it can't be stopped,
Hatred climbs over the wall at night.
It's empty,
But it buzzes,
Who puts a cold gun in your heart?
The vows of old love,
It looks like a slap,
Whenever you remember a sentence,
Just get a slap in the face,
Then I couldn't smell it for several years,
Doesn't smell like a woman. "
Under the stage, Wu Xuemin had goosebumps all over his body, and he looked at the stage dumbfounded.
As a middle-aged man who has worked in the cultural industry for so many years, he asked himself that listening to music would no longer cause him great emotional fluctuations, but this time he thought wrong.
Who is putting a cold shot in your heart?
This is not singing at all, this is poetry!
Whenever love and hate in life occur, the people involved will face surging emotional impact, like a high fever, like unstoppable hatred. After being washed away by the years, only nothing is left. of loss.
Wu Xuemin pursed his lips tightly, fearing that he would lose his composure.
In fact, Wu Xuemin only stared at Tan Yue on the stage, but did not realize that although he was the choreographer of the show, no one paid attention to him. Everyone was looking at the man on the stage, looking at Tan Yue!
Tan Yue opened his eyes, took a breath, smiled, and shook his head slightly. His face, which was still young, looked inexplicably aged, whether because of the light or the rough experiences he had had.
His voice was a little low and rough.
"The past is not like smoke,
yes,
Nostalgia for the past is not a virtue in love,
It’s a pity that falling in love is not like writing songs.
No matter how serious you are, you can't achieve style.
Let me ask you, who have you ever let go of missing?
Whether you are a repeat offender or have never had a criminal record,
The only one I know is the one who has been together for a long time.
I have never seen a reunion that lasted for a long time. "
The huge People's Square was surprisingly quiet at the moment, with only the echo of singing and the soft sound of accompaniment.
Many young people, from being scornful when they first listened to it, to being horrified now, looked at Tan Yue on the stage and were absolutely shocked.
At this moment, it seemed as if the air fell into silence.
