The nights spent in succession were not in vain, as Qin Qingzhuo was very familiar with the role of the team leader. The overall style and song selection of the first episode of the program were controlled by him as the music director, and he had direct communication with almost all the bands during the rehearsal - Xia Qi was right, no one was more qualified for this job than Qin Qingzhuo.
However, there was a band that was out of control. Qin Qingzhuo looked at the band information in his hand. The top page was the personal information of the boy just now. The information was extremely simple:
Jiang Ji, male, 19 years old, 187cm tall.
High school dropout, lead singer and guitarist of the band Rough Cloud.
Apart from this, there is no other information, even the hobbies are “none” - as the lead singer of a band, how could he even write “singing”
Seeing that Qin Qingzhuo seemed to be lost in thought after reading the information in his hand, the makeup artist started a conversation with him: "Teacher Qin, do you remember me? I did your makeup many years ago. You were only 19 years old at that time."
Qin Qingzhuo couldn't remember clearly, he had worked with too many makeup artists. It should be said that Qin Qingzhuo had been in the music industry for many years and had participated in countless parties and dinners of all sizes. He had met all the makeup artists with a little fame and experience in the industry.
He smiled and said, "Really? You have a really good memory."
"It's not that I have a good memory, it's that you look so impressive... You still had baby fat on your face, so I specifically asked you how old you were." The makeup artist took a brush and gently painted a shadow on Qin Qingzhuo's face, "Oh, right..."
The word "right" came out of his mouth, but there was no sound after that. Qin Qingzhuo saw that he was hesitant to speak, so he asked, "Why?"
After a moment's hesitation, the makeup artist asked, "Why haven't you been singing in recent years?"
The soft brush touched his face, which was a little itchy. Qin Qingzhuo closed his eyes and said, "I've made enough money."
Hearing that he was joking, the makeup artist said, "I see you are still making songs for others. Let me tell you, no one can sing the flavor of your songs."
"Thank you." Qin Qingzhuo smiled, "Don't let others hear such offensive words."
"That's right." The makeup artist also smiled and put down the makeup brush in her hand, "Teacher Qin, the makeup is done."
Qin Qingzhuo opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. Perhaps it was because the makeup artist had just mentioned his 19-year-old self, he couldn't help but recall what he looked like then.
Is he like the young man named Jiang Ji just now, with “this is a fucking world” written all over his face
Probably... No way.
He had just started at the Central Conservatory of Music at that time. Not long ago, he became famous for singing the ending song of the movie "Thirteen Days". In addition, his new album broke the sales record within a week of its release. His life was so smooth that he always smiled to everyone, and it came from the bottom of his heart.
But now is not the time to reminisce about the past. Qin Qingzhuo stopped thinking and looked at himself in the mirror: "Is my hair a little long?"
"It's a bit long," the makeup artist used her fingers to touch Qin Qingzhuo's hair. The lower layer of hair had grown long enough to cover half of her neck. "But I think it's good like this. It suits your temperament. It's more... charming than if it were shorter."
"Charm? This word is..." Qin Qingzhuo laughed, stood up and said, "Okay, then I'll listen to you. That's it. Thank you, Teacher Tian." After that, he left the dressing room and walked towards the backstage.