Ji Sheng finally met the cooperating drummer half an hour before going on stage.
The drummer's name is Bai Fei, the champion of a music show recently. He signed a contract with a big company at the end of the show, and went to the Double Twelve Moonlight Gala in March after his debut, which can be said to be quite smooth.
The common problem of entertainers with a smooth career is madness, and Bai Fei is no exception.
Relying on big companies, strong capital support, and strong own strength, they belong to the best group of musicians in the new generation.
He has crazy capital.
That's why Bai Fei got black face after seeing the list of collaborators.
"One trash, two melons, and one little boy." Bai Fei's expression was extremely ugly.
On such a big stage, the lead singer couldn't sing the guitar and bass without making a sound, the drummer faked knocking, and several people rushed to perform pantomime.
This is a fucking monkey.
Bai Fei's expression was sullen and angry, he didn't even bother to answer someone who came up to him to say hello. Until the "little white face" who was a few centimeters shorter than him stood in front of him, looked up at the person with a neck as delicate as a girl and said, "Excuse me, maybe I can discuss something with you?"
He was stingy to cast a few eyes.
Ji Sheng pointed to the staff who brought him over from behind, and said with a smile: "I am the drummer who is about to cooperate with you, and I want to discuss with you whether the microphone can be turned on during the performance. The staff said that it is fine if you agree."
The little boy asked to turn on the microphone.
Bai Fei was a little surprised.
He frowned, and re-examined the little drummer with crooked eyebrows in front of him.
He looks good, but his forearms are too thin, and his temperament is not like a drummer, but like someone who learns to dance and paint.
"You can play the drums?"
"Yes." Ji Sheng said sincerely, "I can't guarantee anything else. I have practiced this repertoire for a long time, and I will definitely not fail."
Bai Fei still didn't trust Ji Sheng, he glanced at the perfunctory staff behind him. Knowing that they didn't trust Ji Sheng either, they were afraid that turning on the mic for him would affect the performance, so they came to find themselves, hoping to use their own words to veto Ji Sheng's request.
Still really not guilty.
Bai Fei sneered in his heart, and said, "Yes, as long as it doesn't affect the overall effect."
Ji Sheng's eyes lit up, and he smiled even wider: "Thank you."
It was about to go on stage, and the remaining three musicians also slowly came out of the lounge to reconcile with Ji Sheng Baifei. The three of them are in a band, the lead singer is the son of the owner of an entertainment company, and the other two are also related households with backgrounds. Unlike Ji Sheng, who is a rare and wonderful relationship, the strength behind these three people is more hard-core, so it is surprising that they can combine a prince with two people under the circumstances that they are not good enough in business ability or even in quality. The prince accompanied the reading and held it in front of the public.
The lead singer's name is Wang Pengpeng, and he has a big face that can't be saved by thick shadows. The dark circles under his eyes are thick as if poisoned, and his face is still severely swollen, which is a standard kidney deficiency image.
And all kidney deficiency in the world has a cause and effect.
When Wang Pengpeng, a man with kidney deficiency, saw Ji Sheng, his eyes lit up, and when he introduced himself, he stared at Ji Sheng firmly. In the words of a bystander, Bai Fei, it was like a pair of mouse eyes twinkling with fascination.
"Yo." Wang Pengpeng looked straight at Ji Sheng, "You look like that...that..."
"Senior Ji Sheng." Ji Sheng complemented with a good temper, "Senior, the old man has passed away, so don't mention it."
"Hey, look at my mouth." Wang Pengpeng smiled and slapped his mouth, but his eyes lingered on Ji Sheng like snakes, his eyes were dirty, "Xiao Ji, have you joined any band, do you want to come to our company, follow me mix."
Bai Fei couldn't bear him to harass the newcomers, so he said coldly, "Before going on stage, don't bark around like a male dog in heat."
Wang Pengpeng turned his gaze and was furious: "Who are you calling a dog?"
"Whoever excretes casually is the one." Bai Fei didn't look at him, and took two steps forward, separating Wang Pengpeng and Ji Sheng.
Bai Fei was between the two of them, Wang Pengpeng lashed out twice, but stood still.
Wang Pengpeng was furious: "Bai Fei, what do you mean?"
Bai Fei disdains him. The capital behind Wang Pengpeng may force some people to bow to him, but Bai Fei, who is also backed enough, is not the type who needs to bow his head.
But considering that the staff had signaled that he was ready to play, for the sake of the performance, Bai Fei said, "He belongs to Xie Xuanming."
"Thank you—" Wang Pengpeng's voice stopped abruptly. Bai Fei's words were like pouring a bucket of cold water over his head, freezing him to shiver.
How crazy Xie Xuanming is is the consensus in the industry, if you mess with him, no matter if you are a newcomer, old man or a related family, your acting career will basically be over.
No one wants to be targeted by a lunatic, especially a lunatic with capital and the right to speak.
"Are you sober?" Bai Fei said coldly, "When you are sober, you will play."
Just when the host had finished his announcement, Bai Fei bent over and took the lead on the stage, followed by Ji Sheng.
"Brother Wang..." Guitar and Bass whispered.
Wang Pengpeng gritted his teeth and strode onto the stage.
Bai Fei felt that this was the most speechless performance he had ever participated in.
Even with pre-recording, the scene on stage was terrible.
The guitar hand shape is right or wrong, the tempo is wrong again and again, the bass is simply played empty, the camera is occasionally aimed, and his floating fingers appear on the big screen, which makes Bai Fei feel embarrassed for him. Not to mention the lead singer, Bai Fei couldn't think of any kind of trash that could not even sing well in the recording studio. He repaired the pre-recorded track of electronic music for 3D surround playback, and heard Bai Fei frowned and called Pikachu to destroy the party scene .
The only thing that was okay was the drummer that Xie Xuanming stuffed in. His tempo is very accurate, and it is no different from the pre-recorded drum beat. If Bai Fei hadn't caught a glimpse of the drum set in front of him vibrating slightly with the beat, one would almost suspect that this person's beating movements were just for show .
But two serious drummers cannot save three paddling musicians.
Overall, the stage set up by this temporary team is still very stretched.
never mind.
Bai Fei thought to himself.
At the end of the year, the reunion-style group faked the scene, and it was perfunctory to deal with the past and get the job done.
His thoughts settled down, the drumsticks were lifted up, and beat down in rhythm.
Boom!
Bai Fei was startled suddenly, and the hairs all over his body stood up for a moment.
What's wrong.
Are you hitting so hard
Why for a moment, it seemed that the only sound of the drum was left in the whole venue.
Before he had time to think, the drumstick fell again.
Tighten the wrist a few times, and the drumstick rises and falls.
Not it seems.
Bai Fei finally figured out the situation in front of him, cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
Pre-recording stopped.
The restless music stopped abruptly, and Wang Pengpeng's mouth movements froze in embarrassment, as funny as a pantomime.
In the audience, only Bai Fei's drums were left.
Bai Fei's heart tightened violently. He knew how well Wang Pengpeng and the two backstage musicians had improved their skills. It was better to expect them to perform on the spot than to expect the unlucky pre-recording to come back miraculously.
Fortunately, the moment the pre-recording stopped happened to be Bai Fei's solo part.
The sound of the drums was solid, and the microphone was normal. The audience couldn't hear anything unusual for a while, but felt that it might be an alternative stage design.
But after all, Bai Fei couldn't just bite the bullet and knock from beginning to end. That would be too weird, and it would be an announcement to the world—hey, on this stage, except for me, Bai Fei, everyone else is useless.
It's not that Bai Fei is unwilling to expose the true colors of these cowards, it's just that this occasion is really wrong. This is the first time Bai Fei has attended such a large-scale party. If the performance fails, let alone large-scale stage resources will be difficult to obtain in the future, even the online group ridicule after the performance will be enough to make people drink a pot.
If no one comes forward to pick up his part after his part is over, then a car accident will be the inevitable result, and Bai Fei's reputation will suddenly drop, and he will be associated with the taint of "fake knocking" for the rest of his life, and he will never be able to get on the stage again.
The solo part came to the end, and the next part was in charge of the little drummer arranged by Xie Xuanming. Bai Fei was sitting on pins and needles, his head covered in cold sweat, like a death row prisoner waiting for the guillotine to fall.
The last drumbeat fell, and Bai Fei never felt that half a second was such a long unit of time.
But indeed, from the moment he stopped tapping, to the half-second after Ji Sheng hit the first rhythm, Bai Fei really felt like a year.
Ji Sheng hit the first drum beat, and Ji Sheng matched the second rhythm...
Ji Sheng successfully took over Bai Fei's baton, keeping the stage firmly between the drumsticks flying up and down in his hands.
Bai Fei just breathed a sigh of relief, but after a few seconds, he regained his composure.
The drummer part is connected to the lead vocal part, but Wang Pengpeng...
Bai Fei glanced at Wang Pengpeng, whose costume was soaked in cold sweat, and couldn't bear to look straight away.
Still have to finish.
Two drummers can't support a qualified band performance.
At least one melody has to stand out.
Bai Fei was right.
Two drummers really can't.
But a drummer, a drummer and vocalist can.
Bai Fei was shocked to see that Ji Sheng, who was not far from him, approached the microphone, and sang the lead vocal part clearly while maintaining the rhythm of the drums.
Ji Hui has a good voice, and usually speaks softly and softly, with some natural coquettish endings, but now when he sings, that soft tone becomes little hooks in his words, catching the audience's hearts itchy and unable to stop Stretch your neck to see which beauty is covering your face and whispering softly.
Bai Fei was stunned, the audience was startled, and Wang Pengpeng couldn't help turning around in astonishment.
Vocals and drummer.
This novel configuration made everyone raise their eyebrows in amazement, and Ji Sheng's complete and stable display perfectly responded to their doubts.
Bai Fei wanted to raise his hand three or four times, to guard against Ji Sheng's negligence due to taking care of singing and singing.
But he ended up dropping his arms.
There is no need to pad, sing and knock, Ji Sheng is well balanced and finished flawlessly.
He was unhurried, as if he was not saving the scene, but completing a concert of his own.
In the front row of the auditorium, the sister of the preschool education station pressed the shutter with trembling hands, and the boy in the frame of the photo had a familiar face from a long time ago.
A few years ago, there was such a thin figure, dancing drumsticks and singing loudly.
His voice is lower than the boy in front of him, his facial features are more handsome than the boy in front of him, and the drumbeat is more violent and free than restraint.
They are so different.
A youth is a wolf covered in pain in the mire, and a teenager is a well-behaved and exquisite sparrow in a golden cage.
But they are so similar.
In the corners of their eyes, there is blackness under the kiss of God's love, and they are evil and seductive like a devil's curse.
Their eyes are covered with fiery hardness like volcanic rock, and the passion and freedom under the complex lines will never be extinguished.
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