Listening to Xue Liang's singing, other teachers in the creative troupe showed more or less admiration on their faces.
Only Jiang Yi sang one word after another.
The little details and changes in every place cannot be said to be completely different, they are exactly the same!
Although I had never been very fond of this person before, I never thought that this guy could be so tasteless!
The most despised thing among art practitioners is plagiarism. This person is simply willing to debase himself!
He continued to practice this song at home, not to mention that he later moved.
The only time I had any contact with Xue Liang was the afternoon when I got the score for the first time.
So did he look through the score with his own annotations while he was away, or did he listen to his own creation at the door?
Or maybe both?
Jiang Yi didn't know, but he just felt sick.
Even if you commit plagiarism, why are you still so bad at learning?
Xue Liang faced the creative team sitting in front of him and wanted to ignore the scrutinizing gaze from Jiang Yi behind him.
But that look seemed to expose all his disguises.
He was obviously standing on the stage with a dignified appearance, but under such eyes, he felt as if he was almost naked and being seen through.
Under this gaze, he just wanted to run away.
That gaze was too intense for him to ignore!
Inexplicably, he felt a little guilty and short of breath.
In a moment of distraction, I accidentally sang the wrong tune.
The teachers on the stage suddenly frowned and looked at Xue Liang with scrutiny.
Xue Liang was so frightened that his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He no longer cared about the eyes of the people behind him, and immediately calmed down and concentrated on singing this song.
Fortunately, since he listened to Jiang Yi's original song, he didn't lose his temper when he went back. He practiced repeatedly in the past few days, so even if he missed a tune, he could quickly get it right.
Xue Liang believed that no one could make a mistake.
Seeing the expressions of the creative team on the stage becoming warm again, Xue Liang's heart finally relaxed.
No matter how arrogant he is, he is still self-aware. Xue Liang believes that his singing voice and skills are incomparable to Gibran.
But his grandfather analyzed it for him. If he simply wanted to find someone with solid singing skills, he could just make an appointment directly. Why hold an audition?
Singing skills can be trained, but talent and new ideas are rare.
After Jiang Yi's modifications and adjustments, this piece of music seemed to have been infused with soul, coupled with his repeated training in the past few days.
Xue Liang is completely sure of his mastery of this song.
Sure enough, after he finished singing.
All the teachers on the stage showed admiration.
A dark color flashed across Xue Liang's eyes, and he felt so proud that he almost walked off the stage after bowing.
When he came down, his eyes met Jiang Yi, who was sitting in his seat for a long time and looking closely at him.
Xue Liang's pride at this moment has surpassed everything else, and he has no guilt at all about stealing the hard work of others, but is full of provocation.
That's right, it's a provocation!
He bet that he would go on stage first, and after singing, the judges and teachers would be the first to take the lead!
He bet that Jiang Yi would put his tail between his legs and not dare to sing again!
That arrogant arrogance and provocative eyes simply made Jiang Yi laugh.
The thickest skin is invincible! This man is really shameless.
It's just Dong Shi's imitation, he already has a plan in mind.
After stepping off the stage, the creative team on stage had a small-scale discussion.
"This young man is very attentive."
"Yes, although my singing skills still need to be improved, but with this kind of character, I won't be bad in the future."
In the end, they all agreed on the result. They all felt that although the singing skills were average, the most valuable thing was that every detail of the song was handled very well.
It can be seen that the singer put a lot of effort into the music in private and polished it carefully.
Several teachers on the stage admired this young man very much and had a good impression of him.
Only Liu He, the lyricist of this song, always had his brows furrowed, with deep thoughts and self-doubt.
"What are you thinking about, Old Liu?" The colleague next to him nudged him with his elbow.
"Isn't this singing very good?"
Liu He was thinking about something and was dealing with it, but he raised his eyes and shot sharply at Xue Liang, who was walking back to his seat, with scrutiny and seriousness in his eyes!
Teacher Liu He listened to the person downstairs who had been singing Tian Qing Hai Kuo for four days.
What's more, he is also a composer, and his pursuit of music is almost to the point of being picky.
If he first heard Xue Liang sing the first line, he would have thought he was the young man downstairs from his house.
By the time he got to the second sentence, he completely denied the idea.
This person is definitely not the one he was optimistic about before!
Even if he sings very well, who is Liu He?
The boy who lives downstairs controls every detail of the song he sings, and his control is very precise and reasonable. The whole thing is smooth, natural, and natural.
Instead of something like this.
Stumbling and stumbling, a slight mistake can lead to a thousand miles!
It’s like painting a dragon instead of a dog! !
It is clear at a glance who is genuine and who is plagiarized!
Liu He reprimanded in his heart. From the bottom of his heart, he really hated people like this who steal other people's hard work and efforts!
Xue Liang was relaxing physically and mentally, sitting on the chair where he must be, when he suddenly felt a gaze on the stage staring at him.
He couldn't explain the feeling, but it was extremely uncomfortable to look at him. He subconsciously hid, and when he looked at the stage again, he couldn't find anyone.
The seniors who followed generally performed very well, with loud voices and steady and thick breaths.
Even people who have played on stage before are a little worried.
Coming from a bel canto singing school, with such a solid foundation, it’s almost impossible to make a mistake!
Standing out is easier said than done!
For a moment, everyone's hearts were in suspense. The atmosphere in the room was oppressive and heavy.
Finally, number twelve was called, and Jiang Yi stood up slowly.
The moment he stood up, he heard Xue Liang, who was sitting behind him, sneered, seemingly disdainfully.
Jiang Yi's expression did not change and he walked onto the stage calmly.
First I bowed to the teacher on the stage.
After that, he went directly to the topic without saying a word.
"Lu Mengmeng~"
"The vast land ~ there are people walking ~"
It is also a traditional bel canto, and Nestlé's people have a thrilling and throbbing feeling.
For a moment everyone in the venue raised their heads.
Look straight at the singer.
Even the director, who had been silent and had not expressed any opinions from beginning to end, couldn't help but raise his head and discuss it with the people around him.
"Why does this singing method and the details of the changes sound a bit like the previous one?"
Teacher Liu He’s eyes widened even more! The excitement in his eyes is beyond words! The hands hanging by his sides were clenched.
This sound!
This voice is definitely his! !
Only Xue Liang, who was sitting in the audience, turned pale for an instant!
His legs and feet began to tremble unconsciously.
I have already sung it myself! Why does he still dare to sing? ?
He is so confident, must he be better than himself? !
Jiang Yicai didn't care what dirty thoughts Xue Liangang had, didn't he like to copy them? !
He directly uses all his strength to throw the original singer in your face!
"The smoke is gone and autumn is gone~the wind is cold~"
"Hometown~~"
The ending tone lengthens the sound and drags it back.
"Hometown Moon~The most distinct..."
One is cut off, the other is rising.
"Sigh for the distance~"
Then lower it, pull it, and lengthen it.
“A feeling of a city in the bleak mountains~”
The brilliant singing attracted the attention of everyone in the venue.
A piece of music with a heavy sense of history will sound boring to any young person.
But the people on the stage sang it ups and downs.
Everyone's heart beats to his tunes.
Everyone held their breath involuntarily, for fear that their breathing would be too loud and they would miss some details!
