"Let's play." The preschool teacher hurried over from behind with a work card and urged.
The lead singer stared blankly at Ji Sheng putting on the headgear, and his shining eyes were covered by a thick shell.
Ji Sheng straightened his crooked headgear, and in a blink of an eye, he noticed that the lead singer was staring at him motionless.
During the rehearsal for several weeks, Ji Sheng paid attention and wrote down the names of all the members.
The lead singer is called Lu Haoren. As his name suggests, he is a passer-by and a good person.
Ji Sheng examined his equipment: "Brother Lu, what's wrong?"
He stayed in a doll costume that was harmless to humans and animals, and the unsheathed sword-like chill was tightly covered.
Lu Haoren thought that the light was too dark and he misread it, he patted Ji Sheng on the shoulder: "It's okay, get ready to play."
After the host announced the curtain call, five big dolls with an average height of 1.8 meters and above stepped on short legs, moved quickly onto the stage, and stood in their respective positions.
The leading big yellow rabbit turned around and exchanged glances with the pink brown bear holding a guitar, the blue tiger standing behind the keyboard, the pink dog holding a bass, and the green Pikachu holding a drumstick, and turned his head with round fingers, It is difficult to show the ok gesture to the background.
The prelude slowly opened, the children in the audience opened their eyes wide, and the lights flew from the back of the stage, outlining the outlines of various musical instruments, and the black shadows of the five simple and honest dolls merged with the musical instruments. They are like foolish knights who save the princess in fairy tales, armed with weapons at hand, and relying on superb skills, they rushed out of the mist aggressively.
The light suddenly diverges, the drums start first, the dense drum beats oscillate to clear the fog, the bass follows closely, wandering low at the bottom, the auxiliary drums stabilize the overall situation, the keyboard guitar then controls the field, and the charge horn is sounded with the attitude of the main theme .
The children's eyes were wide open, and the fairy tale-like performance on the stage completely attracted their attention.
All the musicians entered the state, and the grotesque doll knights turned notes into sharp blades, pointing at the roaring dragon not far away.
The home team held Mike and uttered a clear singing, which established the victory of this war.
The reporter sent by Children's TV excitedly supported the camera, and he had a premonition that he would record a perfect scene. Even though he couldn't even tell that the band singing in front of him was the must-have golden song of the year, Happy Birthday, he still believed that this was the best children's program and the best band performance he had ever seen.
Behind the perfect performance on the stage, the state of the musicians is actually not very good.
The kindergarten stage configuration is unexpectedly good, the lighting system is as complete as a regular theater, and the temperature is as hot as normal stage lighting.
In the first few short-sleeved singing and dancing shows, the performers were sweating when they came down, not to mention the Nirvana members in heavy doll costumes.
Lu Haoren held the microphone, and every time he uttered a sound, he could feel the sweat dripping into his lips and teeth, making him feel bitter.
Huang Sizhe's palms were wet, he insisted on wearing doll costume gloves to rehearse, and miraculously he was able to play a flexible and clear musical sound with clumsy fingers. But at this moment his hands were soaked in sweat, so sticky that they almost melted into the gloves.
Ji Sheng's situation was the worst. There was mist in front of his eyes, his vision was blurred by sweat, and he could only rely on his muscle memory to continue the rhythmic performance. The most deadly thing is that the flannelette inside the headgear of the doll costume he was wearing fell off at some point, and it happened to cover the upper and lower half of his face, covering the mouth and nose.
The air in the headgear is already thin, and the sweat-soaked fabric will add fuel to the fire. Ji Sheng opened his mouth wide and inhaled hard, but he couldn't take any oxygen into his lungs.
The feeling of suffocation was like waves of tides, Ji Sheng couldn't breathe, and his brain gradually became unclear.
In a daze, Ji Sheng saw himself sitting on the drum bench in the center of the empty stage in his previous life, while the audience screamed and shouted, but his head was covered in cold sweat, and his temples throbbed with pain.
In front of him is a familiar drum set, and in his hand is a custom-made drumstick with his initials engraved on it.
The drumstick was once an extension of Ji Sheng's fingers, and it was as close to Ji Sheng as a body organ.
But at this moment, they were shaking uncontrollably in Ji Sheng's palm, even if he squeezed them tightly with all his strength, he couldn't persuade them to stop.
At that moment, Ji Sheng was horrified to find that he was disconnected from the drum kit, from his beloved, and from his soul.
In his previous life, he turned his hands, and the hideous scars on his wrists were covered by thick foundation and concealer. They were clearly invisible, but they carried a sense of presence that could not be ignored.
Ji Sheng was stabbed by the scarlet scar that was faintly exposed, and when he let go of his hand, the drumstick fell to the ground lightly, making a loud bang.
As the music gradually reached its climax, a preschool teacher in the audience was holding a SLR with a complicated look on his face.
Beside her, a child looked up worriedly, and asked in a childish voice, "Teacher, why are you shaking?"
The preschool teacher stabilized his mood and forced a smile: "Teacher is fine."
The preschool education used to be a station sister, and was ordered to take pictures during this event.
Although her makeup is now light and elegant, and her long skirt and cloth shoes show a demure temperament, she once, also had bright days with curly hair and red lips.
At that time, preschool education was not a preschool education. She was very young, with endless courage and rebellion. She could walk away with a lollipop in her mouth and a camera. She stubbornly and firmly followed a drummer from south to north, from unknown to unknown. To become famous all over the world.
Miss Zhan stared at the stage in a daze.
"It's so similar." She murmured, "How could..."
When she sighed, the music suddenly stopped, and the drums stopped, and then started again. The drummer with a distinctive style smoothly completed the last solo, and the accent fell with the drumsticks, bringing the performance to a perfect end.
The show is over and the lights go down.
Miss Zhan suddenly opened her eyes.
At the end of the sitting, the drummer suddenly took off his headgear, and his wet facial features were thrillingly outlined by the light.
Sister Zhan's heart was beating heavily, and she saw the departed person flying down from heaven and landed steadily on the narrow stage in front of her in a trance.
Ms. Zhan could hardly breathe. She was trembling, and raised the camera with her last strength, aimed at the drummer on the stage, and pressed the shutter.
It stands to reason that Nirvana should leave quickly after performing the birthday song, which was changed so much that even their own mother could not recognize it.
In fact, the physical condition of the members does not allow them to stay on stage for a long time.
The inside of the doll costume is completely soaked, every member is soaked in sweat, staying for a second is torture.
They wanted to retreat quickly, take the settlement, go back to the dormitory, take a cold shower, and then happily take half a day off.
But unfortunately, this plan was blocked when the first step was implemented.
"Wait a minute!" In the auditorium, a little girl with a princess head jumped up and raised her right hand high. The birthday crown on her head is eye-catching, and it can be seen that it should be the absolute protagonist of the tune-changed birthday song.
The sky is big and the earth is big, and the person who celebrates his birthday is the biggest.
The Nirvana band, which was about to run away, had no choice but to stop. Lu Haoren and the members exchanged glances, and approached the microphone tentatively, asking tentatively, "Little birthday boy, what do you want to say?"
The girl blinked her eyes twice: "I want to listen to another song, can I?"
As soon as this remark came out, it immediately won the support of other small audiences. The chirping voices of children came and went one after another in the audience, looking forward to the "Idiot Knights" showing more skills.
The members of Nirvana looked at me and I looked at you, and they were a little at a loss.
They do have other songs besides birthday songs, but those passionate or violent songs, even the most soothing ones, don't seem to be suitable for showing to the too young motherland flower seedlings.
Seeing that Lu Haoren was in trouble, Ji Sheng stepped forward, hooked the microphone in front of the drum kit, and took over the conversation.
"Okay, what do you want to hear?"
"I..." The little girl frowned delicately, thought for a while, and then said in a milky voice, "I want to listen to hard rock and heavy metal."
Ji Sheng: …
Nirvana people: ...
Ji Sheng didn't expect this child to have such a unique taste in music. It took a while for the little girl to finish speaking before he noticed that the hairpin decoration on her head was actually a dark white skull.
Presumably her parents are not ordinary people, so they can raise such a modern child.
Ji Sheng smiled helplessly: "What about the repertoire, do you have any favourites?"
The little girl answered quickly: "Two tigers!"
Cautiously added: "Can you?"
"Yes." Ji Sheng was poked cute by the girl's big eyes, and said with a smile, "Today you are a birthday boy, and the birthday boy's wish will of course be fulfilled."
After Ji Sheng finished speaking, he covered the microphone, turned his head and asked Zhou Wuyou on the keyboard, "Yes?"
The keyboard nodded at him, and the head of the doll suit flickered, which was very conspicuous.
Ji Sheng gave him a thumbs up, and continued to mouth: "You start directly, I will find a chance to enter."
He bent down, picked up the headgear from the ground, put it back on and found that the damn flannel was still stuck to the nose and mouth, so he took it off helplessly.
Ji Sheng dragged Mai to the front of the drum, and fixed it to the distance that he could stretch his neck.
He hit the cymbal and approached the microphone with the crescendo: "Next, please enjoy the extra program tailored for today's birthday star—two metal tigers!"
Ji Sheng gave the keyboard a look, Zhou Wuyou hesitantly pressed the first note, Ji Sheng followed quickly, filling the trembling notes with a steady rhythm.
The children of Stardust Kindergarten were eye-opening today. They were lucky enough to hear the jazz version of Happy Birthday and the hard-crank version of Two Tigers that many people can't hear in their entire lives.
Crazy metal tigers swayed their bodies on stage with the violent rhythm of the drummer, revealing their sharp fangs that they never showed in nursery rhymes.
The children in the audience watched with gusto and cheered from time to time, while the adults looked at each other, wondering if they should kick this dark fairy tale-like band of ruined nursery rhymes off the stage.
The reporter from Children's TV was paralyzed, this wonderful band had given him too many surprises, and he was exhausted from shock. He was paralyzed after eating and drinking, leaving only the camera to faithfully record the rich material.
The preschool teacher who used to be the station sister shook her body into a sieve, but her hand holding the DSLR remained motionless, recording the drummer's wonderful performance without missing a second.
The drummer who was immersed in the sound of the music accidentally caught a familiar face in the auditorium.
He was stunned, the smooth drum sound faltered, and the beat was rarely missed.
The drummer quickly regained his senses and quickly made up for the mistakes.
After the drum beat stabilized, he bowed his head shyly as if someone was patting him, and smiled shyly. After a while, he raised his eyes again, and his bright and gentle eyes fell on Sister Zhan.
Sister Zhan's rock-like steady hand collapsed under that gaze. She looked at the young man's handsome and familiar face, and burst into tears unknowingly.