Holm tightly held the three letter papers that Joshua gave him yesterday. When he first met Joshua, Holm thought that the big man was teasing him.
Because he never believed that those high-ranking nobles would like the "bad words" popular in underground prisons, not to mention that there are nobles who devoted their time to writing new "bad words", and even if they did, Holm didn't think they were good enough. How much taller than him.
After all, he is the champion of the underground prison.
When Holm had read all three of these letters, he realized that the song was written... terribly perfect!
After reading the lyrics of the whole song, the two words "rhyme" were thoroughly implemented. At first, Holm just tried to read it once, and after reading it thoroughly, he felt a hearty feeling.
Holm has always believed that the form of music he sings comes from the underground prison, and he has won the championship of the underground prison several times in a row. It can be said that he is the best in Nolan in terms of "bad words".
Therefore, Holm also thinks that the songs he has written are the best. It's just that those Nolan listeners don't know how to appreciate them, and they only want to immerse themselves in that kind of boring opera.
But when Holm saw the song, his last bit of poor self-confidence was completely shattered.
If Holm can be called a king or a champion above "bad talk", then the person who wrote this song... can be called a god!
How could a nobleman like this form of music, and... far better than him
The truth was in front of Holm, and he let go of what was left of his pride and started practicing the song.
But when Holm actually started practicing according to the tune of the song, he found that the difficulty of the song was also terrible.
He hadn't slept all night last night, and under the dim light and the pain caused by the bruises all over his body, he began to frantically practice this song.
But... The speed of speech is too slow, I can't find the sense of language, this sentence is sung like this and does not match the tune of the music...
Holm encountered countless problems in practice, and even though he came to the backstage of the world's singer today, Holm still has many problems that have not been solved.
"Damn... not that feeling."
Holm tried again, but got stuck on the last part, covering his forehead with his hands.
Fatigue and physical pain attacked him. In order to get a little closer to the "God", Holm didn't sleep all night, and devoted all his energy to this song.
"There's still time."
Holm calmed himself down, he took a deep breath, looked at the last part of the letter again, and simulated the accompaniment of music in his mind, preparing for the hundreds of times he didn't know.
But before he could speak, he saw someone standing in front of him.
Holm raised his head, the bruises that he had been beaten by two orcs yesterday had not eased at all today, which made him unable to open his left eye at all, and could only see the other side clearly with his right eye.
And the person standing in front of Hom is undoubtedly a "big man", a big man who Hom can't afford to offend at all.
"Give you."
Roja threw the purse in his hand directly at the feet in front of Holm. This move made Holm stunned for a moment. He glanced at the purse and suddenly remembered that he had met this "big man" yesterday.
"I promised at the beginning, isn't this what you came here for? There are ten gold coins in it. After you take it, leave as soon as possible. This is not the place you should stay."
Roja looked at Holm up and down. Today's Holm looks more shabby and sloppy than yesterday. Except for the patched clothes on Holm's body, his bruised cheeks alone are scary enough.
It would be a complete slander for the audience if such a person were to appear on the stage of Farosi, unless he was playing a certain kind of harlequin.
The rule for this semi-final is that the two contestants must be on the same stage, even if one contestant sings, the other must stand on the stage and listen.
Roja doesn't allow himself to have an obstructive harlequin on the stage when he sings the opera, which will bring down the quality of his singing.
No well-dressed person wishes to stand with a beggar.
Holm didn't answer. He didn't know how to answer. He lowered his head and continued to look at the three pieces of letter paper in his hand.
The survival rule at the bottom of Squirrel Street is rooted in his heart, that is, don't rebel against those "big men".
But Holm didn't want to leave, he regretted it... So he could only lower his head and ignore it, hoping that the big man could take his silence as "default".
And there is not much time left for her, he must step up time to practice.
"Give me an answer." But Roja was not deceived by Holm's little trick. He was just tricked by Heluria, and he was not in a good mood.
And a poor man at the bottom ignored him, which ignited Roja's anger even more.
He looked at Holm without even looking at him, just stared at the stationery in his hand.
This completely angered Roja, and Roja grabbed the letter in Holm's hand and threw it directly on the ground.
Because Holm's strength in holding the letter was too great, and Roja's movements were too rude, the letter was torn in half, half of which fell to the ground, and the other half was held by Holm in his hand.
At this moment, Holm finally looked up.
"Have you considered it?" Roja continued to ask.
In an instant, the little mouse finally couldn't control his temper, and wanted to stand up and rush towards Roja, but was immediately stopped by the theater attendant who did not know where to rush out.
"Mr. Joshua told you that this is not the time for revenge." The theater attendant whispered in Holm's ear.
This sentence completely calmed Hom down, and several other attendants also walked to Roja's side to inform Roja that it was time for Roja to come to power.
"If you show up on stage, you'll regret it."
After Roja left the last word of warning, he walked directly onto the stage and stepped on the stationery on the ground as he walked over the stage.
The theater attendant had just let go of Holm, and Holm immediately ran to the letter that had fallen on the ground, sorted it out, and tried to put it back together.
But the handwriting on the stationery was a little blurry, and with the addition of a gray-yellow shoe print, the last part of the lyrics was even more unrecognizable.
What makes Holm nervous is... he just hasn't quite grasped the last part.
"It's time to come on stage."
The attendant of the theater walked up to Holm, who was kneeling on the ground, and said in a low voice...
Holm looked at the three pieces of letter paper that were about to become waste paper with his hands. His hands and feet were as heavy and cold as lead, and his lips were trembling.
But at the urging of the theater attendant, Holm packed up the letter on the ground, put it in his pocket and walked on the stage with difficulty.
When he came to the stage, the whole audience had cheered enthusiastically, but this cheer was not for him, but for his opponent.
The elegant aristocratic opera artist from Farosi, there were many aristocratic girls present who seemed to be his loyal listeners.
With a gentle smile on his face, he faced the auditorium, where the screams of several young girls resounded.
His smile stiffened for a moment when he saw Holm walk onto the stage wobbly and stand under the same light projected by the original spar, but it didn't last long.
There was a huge contrast between the two contestants on the stage for a while, one was a well-known aristocratic opera artist in Farosi... The other didn't seem to be even a commoner.
"Roja, this is not the first time we have met."
As a judge, Sir Bai Jinghua started a pre-singing greeting to the young opera singer.
"Yes, I remember the last time I saw you at a banquet held by the Farosi playwrights, Sir White Thorns." Roja's answers were all very decent.
"Then, as one of the youngest opera singers in Farosi, what song are you going to sing this time?" Sir Bai Jinghua asked him straight to the point.
After Roja answered a tune that Holm had never heard of, Sir Whitebud turned around and started asking about Holm.
Holm, who was asked about it, was in a state of extreme tension, and of course he was not as personable as Roja when he answered, and when Sir Whitebud asked what Holm was going to sing.
Holm held the original spar with a strong inscription inscribed, hesitated for a while, and then only said two very short words.
"Rap."
"Rap? A form of music I've never heard before, so I'm looking forward to your next performances."
When Sir Whitehorn finished saying this, Holm suddenly heard... laughter from the audience.
This is a laugh, this is a matter of course... Sir Bai Jinghua's last sentence is well-intentioned, but in the eyes of the audience, it is completely self-inflicted humiliation.
The show started quickly, and Luck seemed to favor Holm today, earning him a chance to play in the process of flipping a coin to decide who would perform first.
It also means Holm has song time to adjust his heartbeat.
And Roja's singing soon began in the soothing accompaniment.
This big man from the aristocracy is not the kind of pampered waste, he is really powerful... The songs he chooses, even a layman like Holm finds it very difficult.
There are too many high notes in it!
In order to match his singing, the lighting of the whole stage is also constantly changing. Under the soft and silent lighting, the whole singing is beautiful.
But in this beautiful performance, the only person who seemed a little abrupt and even an eyesore was Holm, who was standing not far from the singer.
Holm's shabby outfit and his bruised face just didn't match the scene on stage at this time.
But he can only stand here, and he cannot go there on this stage.
That's it... Roja's performance has ended, the girl's screams and the audience's applause sounded, and the young opera singer got the due appreciation for his excellent singing.
On the screen behind Roja, the number of votes he received continued to rise, until it reached more than 23,000 votes.
In the voting for the semi-finals, the audience can choose a contestant in each round. While Roja's singing was appreciated by the audience, there were also many audience members who thought that the shabby boy's singing could not win such an excellent opera Family.
The scale of victory seems to have begun to tilt.
"Thank you." Roja bowed to the audience, then looked at Holm who was standing on the other side with a slightly playful gaze.
At this moment... Holm knew that it was finally his turn, and the host also came over and handed him the original spar with a strong inscription.
Hom's legs trembled as he walked to the front of the stage, his gaze turned to the audience sitting on the stage.
The cheers and applause stopped at this moment, and Holm felt the questioning eyes from all directions. The boos from the audience in the last game seemed to have echoed in Holm's ears.
His hand holding the original spar couldn't help shaking, but the accompaniment sounded at this time.
Must sing! Holm put his mouth to the front of the "microphone", but... his brain was blank!
He... forgot the lyrics! All lyrics!
The accompaniment had gone on, and it had reached the point where he should have started to sing the first lyric, but he found that he couldn't sing it at all.
The questioning eyes of the audience turned into contempt, and huge pressure surrounded him, and Holm felt a little faint and nauseated in his head.
In the end, he couldn't help covering his mouth, and the first lyric turned into a vomit.
On this stage, he vomited out what he ate in the morning, and fell to his knees weakly.
The audience didn't boo him this time, but instead laughed one after another.
"Is this the clown brought by the organizers?"
"This kind of performance shouldn't be on stage."
"I heard him sing yesterday, and he really shouldn't be on this stage."
Various discussions poured into Holm's ears, and Holm spit out all the stomach acid in his stomach, but his mind became clear.
He listened to the sarcastic voices from the audience, and the emotion that appeared in his heart was not fear and cowardice, but... anger, no... something far above anger, that is hatred.
What... called not being able to appear on this stage
Holm clenched his fists... The scene of practicing that song yesterday flooded into his mind.
The song I practiced yesterday was a thousand times and a hundred times better than that guy's song!
You bastards who don't know how to appreciate!
Hatred filled Holm's heart, and this hatred became his driving force.
He has to sing that song! Sing to these idiots and tell them there's more than just opera in this world!
And the rap he likes is a hundred times better than the opera!
He had to tell these ignorant guys.
Driven by hatred, Holm raised his left index finger and pointed high above the Nolan National Theater, in the direction of the sky.
The sound of ridicule stopped, and the figure who was still vomiting just now stood up staggeringly, his eyes were no longer panic, but full of anger that made people feel uncomfortable.
"Again."
There was only one person in the entire theater who understood the meaning of Holm's actions just now, and that was Joshua.
At the signal of Joshua, the music sounded again.
Holm raised the "microphone" in his hand, and at this moment, Holm swept all the audience in the auditorium in turn with fierce eyes, every audience who had mocked him just now.
"listen!"
Holm's powerful voice echoed throughout the Nolan National Theatre, where everyone sat in front of the "television" audience.
His voice did not sound as gentle as he sang just now, but contained boundless anger, as if he wanted to pinch someone and force him to listen to what he said!
Home again raised his index finger at his audience.
"If you ever get a chance to accomplish everything you've ever dreamed of having, in this moment, do you grab it or let it slip away!"
When he finished his opening remarks, the singing officially began, and a powerful drum sounded throughout the theater.
"His palms were sweating, his knees were weak, his arms were heavy..."
Holm began to sing with hatred and anger, and he was ashamed of his cowardice on the stage before.
If the "author" of the song was here, he would be utterly disappointed to see Holm here.
"He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, he was suffocating, and everyone was laughing at him at this moment!"
Holm himself can be looked down upon by anyone, but he does not allow this song to be looked down upon by others!
So he must interpret the song perfectly on this stage, not only to make the audience realize that rap is not a "shameful thing", but also that he does not want to disappoint the author of this song!
"You better give up in music, at this moment, you win it, you better never let it go! You only have one chance, don't miss the chance to blow people up!"
This is Holm's last chance, and his only chance, to prove to all the people in the world that the music he loves is the best.
The tight drum beat on the stage and Holm's angry voice completely shocked everyone.
Sir Whitebud was completely stunned there.
Murderous, he felt boundless murderous aura in this shabby boy's singing.
The veins on Holm's forehead were bulging, and the expression on his face was full of anger.
He is not only singing on the stage, but more of a vent, venting his long-held emotions, telling all the audience like a roar, "The music he likes will not lose to anyone. people!"
This kind of almost venting shouting and roaring should have made people sound angry too.
But the lyrics he sang... had an inexplicable rhythm, and with the drum beats of the music, Bai Jinghua Jazz actually sounded very comfortable, and also had a feeling of venting.
"This kind of opportunity only comes once in a lifetime..." Caroline quietly listened to Holm's murderous singing, but looked at Joshua aside. "I heard a lot of words in his lyrics that I couldn't understand, such as a name like a candy, Mr. Joshua... Did you write this song?"
"No, I didn't write it." Joshua shook his head and denied Carroll's question. The author of this song was indeed not Joshua, but Joshua also denied the fact that he had helped Holm.
"It's a great song, and it sounds… much more comfortable and… upbeat than those operas."
Caroline looked again at Holm, who was struggling to follow the rhythm and shouted the lyrics on the stage, and finally gave a relatively shallow evaluation.
"Yeah... good for letting people off the hook," Joshua said.
"Vent... But the lyrics are actually written by a person who was in a difficult situation? Was it written by himself... He poured everything into music, but in the end he couldn't get it in return. I don't know how many such people are in Farosi. "
Caroline seemed to remember something and muttered to herself.
"It may be himself, but the lyrics of this song also represent each of us, and I believe he will pay off, his singing is far better than I thought."
Joshua had already heard the original singing in Holm's singing, and he had completely mastered the song.