Different from the previous two performances, this time it was Zhong Yang's drums that started playing first. After a dense and powerful drum beat, the guitar sounded, and after a few metallic strums, the bass also joined in, supporting the guitar and drums like a steady heartbeat.
The prelude was very rhythmic and catchy, as if there was a force brewing in the melody, stirring and stimulating the hearts of the audience. Even with his back to the audience, Qin Qingzhuo could feel that the emotions of the audience behind him had been quickly aroused, and a high-heated atmosphere spread from the stage to the entire venue like a burning flame.
The powerful and rhythmic prelude lasted for dozens of seconds, followed by a sudden pause, and then a human voice sounded—
"Night breaks into daydreams and reality struggles
Advice and goodwill intertwined into a conspiracy
Who says that struggling desperately can only be like a wild dog falling into a trap
Scars and wounds build an indestructible tower
Roaring at the false tenderness
Even if I die, I won't bow my head
Look at that thought trapped
Look at that ideal hunchback
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You have to climb up the tall building and roar like a wild animal
Don't step back, penetrate the thick fog
Clenched my fist and broke the curse of fate
Go forward and break through the wild universe
Do you see the end
That’s called freedom—”
The moment Jiang Ji opened his mouth, Qin Qingzhuo was truly amazed.
In fact, when Peng Keshi showed him the music score a few days ago, he could foresee that the live performance of this song would not be bad, but it was completely beyond his expectations that the band could perform it to this level.
And Jiang Ji... Jiang Ji's voice is so malleable.
In the previous two competitions, Jiang Ji sang slow-tempo, melancholic songs, but this time he obviously adjusted his previous singing style according to the style of the music. His vocal cords were more relaxed, his pronunciation was further back, his singing style was more casual, and in coordination with the melody of the instruments, he sang out a slightly psychedelic atmosphere.
The further you listen, the more you can hear the power in his voice.
It was not a thin and pale roar, but a steady and explosive sense of power.
Qin Qingzhuo has written songs himself and sung songs written by many people for him. Therefore, he knows how difficult it is for a singer to arouse empathy from the listeners.
It cannot be superficial, otherwise it will appear too frivolous; nor can it be too forceful, otherwise it will appear too artificial.
Jiang Ji seemed just right, a little more would seem artificial, a little less would seem frivolous.
The outro lasted nearly a minute, and ended with a distorted, explosive and distorted electric guitar solo.
The moment the performance ended, there was a sudden burst of screams and applause from the audience, and the hot atmosphere in the audience spread to all corners of the studio.
Qin Qingzhuo looked at the three musicians on the stage, and his eyes met Jiang Ji's - perhaps it was a coincidence, Jiang Ji was also looking in his direction.
Just when Qin Qingzhuo wanted to nod to him to approve of the performance, Jiang Ji looked away the next second.
The host walked onto the stage, patiently waiting for the applause and screams to gradually fade away, and then shouted to the audience: "Do you think it will explode?"
"Boom!" the audience shouted almost in unison.