"Today, I have prepared a special song for my friends who are here. I composed a tune myself. Although it is not completely finished yet, I have a feeling that here, on this night, it is There’s never been a better time to be heard.”
The eyes of everyone in the audience once again flashed with anticipation, but not everyone was waiting for her performance with a relaxed expression.
Wang Huaying's anxious and angry voice sounded in the headset: "What are you doing!!"
But when she saw the girl on the stage casually taking something off her ear, and slowly bringing the microphone to her lips, she spoke.
There are no lyrics, so at first I thought it was just a meaningless hum, but as the long and distant melody gradually rose, layer by layer, more and more people stopped their movements and watched intently. A quiet figure under the blue spotlight in front.
They are like frozen puppets, and like the sailors on the ship who were fascinated by the mermaid, and were taken to another world by her singing.
Even Wang Huaying, who just wanted to rush up and drag her off the stage, was stunned. Her manager Jiang Chengfeng was probably the only one present who still maintained a clear and happy sense.
"Awesome!" Jiang Chengfeng clapped his hands and said to Gao Caiqin who walked off the stage, "I knew your potential was endless."
"Caiqin, no, from now on, you are Zhuang Xiaodie." Jiang Chengfeng patted her shoulder and said, "I will make you the most shining star!"
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the door of the dressing room. Jiang Chengfeng also heard it. He stood up and walked to the door to look out, frowning and saying, "What happened?"
A person who looked like a staff member replied: "There is a kid who is unreasonable and insists on breaking in."
Jiang Chengfeng took a few steps outside, and sure enough he saw a young man pushing and shoving someone, saying unkindly, "Do you know who I am?"
Jiang Chengfeng felt that he looked familiar, and took a few steps forward unconsciously.
"Don't you want to do this anymore? Dare you stop me? Get out of my way quickly, I want to see Zhuang Xiaodie!" Although the young man was alone, he showed no sign of weakness and was very imposing.
"I am Zhuang Xiaodie's agent. What can I do for you?" Jiang Chengfeng stepped forward in time to stop him.
The young man looked at him from beginning to end and snorted softly: "If nothing happens, why don't we see him? Why don't we understand and care about the artists of our company and report to you in advance?"
Own company? Jiang Chengfeng's heart tightened. He finally remembered who this young man was. He was Fang Zhu, the son of Xingyueye's major shareholder Fang Zhenggang and his second shareholder Chen Zilin.
"Master Fang, please come in." While Jiang Chengfeng was still stunned, a girl's light voice came from the dressing room behind him.
Now that the rightful owner has spoken, there is no reason to keep him out.
Fang Zhu straightened the collar of his clothes and walked past Jiang Chengfeng arrogantly. As soon as he entered the door, he locked the others out.
The lights in the dressing room are brighter than the stage outside, and you can clearly see every corner inside, including the girl standing in front of the mirror.
She took off her gorgeous blue lace dress, took off her psychedelic eye shadow and contact lenses, took off her shiny accessories, and became an ordinary junior high school girl again.
Fang Zhu looked at her blankly: "Why is it you? Where is Zhuang Xiaodie?"
"I'm sorry, I'm Zhuang Xiaodie." She said in a joking tone.
"This is impossible!" Fang Zhu shouted loudly.
"Where is Zhuang Xiaodie? Where did you hide her?"
"I am Zhuang Xiaodie."
"You can't lie to me!" Fang Zhu grabbed her slender neck with one hand: "Tell me where she is!"
Facing his eyes that were about to spit out fire, the girl was not afraid at all. She pushed his hand away, looking indifferent.
"Okay, you saw through it." Her eyes suddenly glanced back, and there was a mirror behind her.
"You are looking for Zhuang Xiaodie, isn't she right here?"
Fang Zhu looked along and saw himself and a girl wearing a butterfly mask in the mirror.
Fang Zhu threw himself in front of the mirror and even touched his nose, but he couldn't get any closer. He was like a pug coveting food, staring at Zhuang Xiaodie in the mirror.
"I want you to sing. You sing the song again."
"I'm afraid not."
"Why!"
"Because you won't wake up."
"What will happen if I can't wake up?"
"It will get deeper and deeper."
"so what?"
"You will die, wouldn't you be afraid of that?"
"What crazy talk!"
"Don't you believe it? If you don't believe it, why come to me? Why do you need to listen to me singing?"
"Then... okay, I believe you." This unruly young man who never bowed his head actually compromised.
At this time, he slowly turned around and faced the girl outside the mirror.
"I like the song you just sang. What's its name?"
"I haven't decided yet. How about Master Fang pick one up for me? What do you think it should be called?"
He was stunned. He didn't expect that she would actually give the initiative to him. What should he call it? He couldn't think of a single word in his empty mind.
I can only recall the feeling of listening to this song just now.
At that moment, the soul seemed to be taken away from the body, following her singing into the dawn of Hongmeng, the ancient era of chaos, the shining nebulae, the endless depths of the universe, and the seemingly infinite but unstoppable future. Myth.
What kind of name should be given to such wonderful music to match it?
"How about calling it "Butterfly Dream"?"
"Okay! Okay!" Fang Zhu said repeatedly: "What a good name! The feeling of listening to the song just now was indeed as wonderful as dreaming."
"Really? What did you dream about?"
"...It's like a volcanic eruption...spectacular and intense...and it feels like falling from the sky...I can't describe it. Now I just feel like taking a cold shower."
After hearing Fang Zhu's description, she was a little surprised: "My songs actually have such magic power?"
Fang Zhu obviously seldom said such straightforward words, and his face turned slightly red: "I... really like it. When will you release an album?"
"It should be soon." She said perfunctorily.
"Is there another show tomorrow?"
"Today is my last day here."
"What! When will you come out to sing again?"
"You also think my singing is good, right? Then you won't be the only one who thinks it's good. There will be many people who like my songs. My manager said that I need to let this fire burn for a while before I can appear."
Fang Zhu refused to give up: "I can ask you to sing alone."
"Don't you just want to experience the feeling of exploding and falling? Why bother? Just walk out from here, find the elevator, choose the top floor, go to the rooftop, and jump, and you're done?"
"You can really feel the feeling of falling when you die, and then your blood will burst out of your body like a volcanic eruption. Wouldn't it be more exciting?" The eyes behind the butterfly mask flashed with a coquettish expression. of light.
"You...what do you mean! You want me to commit suicide? This is too ridiculous!" Fang Zhu shouted.
But Zhuang Xiaodie smiled: "If you don't want to die, tie a rope under your feet. If you don't want to keep your own blood, keep someone else's blood."
Since this night, a girl named Zhuang Xiaodie has caused an uproar on the Internet.
They were crazy about reposting a singing video in a small bar, which was as light as the wind, as tender as water, as dripping as rain, and as long as a dream. Different people heard a variety of emotions in the same song, and they were undoubtedly in a state of madness because of this mysterious girl.
But one night, fan clubs on the Internet were organized, and the number of fans exceeded 6 figures. They began to look for like-minded friends, discuss their common hobbies enthusiastically, and strengthen their relationship in a conventional alliance. .
Jiang Chengfeng is worthy of being Xingyue Ye's gold medal agent. The series of marketing methods he planned for this purpose finally broke out accurately and perfectly on this night.
Three parts of strength, three parts of marketing, plus a part of destined luck and opportunities, this is his tried and tested formula for making stars. With his keen insight, he brought out three stars who later became the first-line stars in less than 6 years in the industry. Although they were all picked off by their seniors in the industry before they left the industry, it still shows that he has His own strength is pretty good. .
After years of accumulation, he has also accumulated his own network of contacts. This time, he will not let others steal the results he has worked so hard for.
Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dream. He thought of this poem that appeared in his head out of thin air at the last class reunion, and felt as if everything was somehow predestined.
