Fang Zhao didn't come out of the room until dinner time that day.
Nati Woods didn't wait for Fang Zhao to have dinner together because he didn't know when Fang Zhao would go out. At this time, he saw Fang Zhao and took the opportunity to introduce the friend's band, and also said what they meant, asking if Fang Zhao would like to come on stage tonight. Play a paragraph.
Fang Zhao thought about it, nodded and said, "Okay."
Several people from the band of Natty Woods' friend met Fang Zhao and agreed, expressing their willingness to give up the zero-point venue and let Fang Zhao take the stage first.
Fang Zhao didn't know about the Saturday program in the spae store, and Nate Woods explained it to him patiently.
After all, Fang Zhao's popularity in Yanzhou is there. Nati Woods said that if Fang Zhao is willing to show up, Fang Zhao doesn't need to worry about security. He will send more people over, and he will never let Yuji harass Fang Zhao.
"It's still too early to play, do you want to practice? Have you figured out which song to play?" asked Naty Woods. Most of Fang Zhao's works are not suitable for guitar performances, he thought that Fang Zhao would choose other people's works.
"Don't worry." Fang Zhao said, "I made a new song today, and it's just right to play it with a guitar."
Nate Woods was overjoyed when he heard the words, "Come here! I'll practice with you! Is this new song different from the previous one? Oh, you don't have a guitar, I'll take you to pick another one, I don't have anything else here. More, just more guitars! Tell me which one you like!"
Several members of the band who were invited to perform, looking at Nate Woods' excited look, whispered, "Natsu talks a lot today."
"He's in a good mood today."
"I'm in a good mood today. I didn't expect not only to see Fang Zhao today, but also to hear Fang Zhao's new work!"
"Ke Fang Zhao is a creative talent. It's hard to say what the live performance is like if you haven't seen it before."
Their band's global reputation is far less than their calling, but in spae, in the pop music circle in Yanzhou, they still have the confidence. Compared with the creation and the depth of the works, they can't compare, but in spae's stage performance, they are not afraid, and give up the full-point appearance to Fang Zhao. First, because of Fang Zhao's current high popularity, they show their favor; Second, I also want to touch Fang Zhao's strength first, so that they can deal with it. If Fang Zhao's performance is not good, they will round the field and give this new star some face. If Fang Zhao performed well, they would also adjust their original plans accordingly, so as not to be suppressed and lose face.
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Every Saturday night from 10:00 to 0:00, it is the flying time in the spae. Under the strong drum beat and the rhythm of flying, the people who come here gradually show their crazy and wanton side.
Human beings in the dark night are always prone to passive emotions. Those grievances and sadness, tiredness and hypocrisy during the day, or those feelings of powerlessness that they thought were well concealed, all came out from under the skin of perfect camouflage.
Of course, some people come here purely to drink, listen to songs, chat and brag.
A VIP box.
A network anchor started today's live broadcast. He comes to spae to live broadcast every Saturday, naturally, for the zero-point show.
"It's a bit noisy here... Can you hear me?"
The anchor controlled the camera and took a picture of the situation outside the box.
"Sure enough, there are a lot of people here when it comes to Saturday. I don't know who is invited to the zero o'clock today."
Minors are not allowed to enter here. Even for adult college students, the consumption here is too high for them. Once or twice is fine, if they come every week, there will be financial pressure. Besides, even if you come in, you can't afford a good seat, let alone this kind of box. One hour may be their monthly living expenses. In this comparison, it is still cost-effective to watch the live broadcast.
The anchor is different. He has a little financial resources. He has reserved a seat every time, and has his own box, which is convenient for live broadcast and easy to interact with the audience. Those who are reluctant to watch the scene will watch his live broadcast every Saturday.
As a music anchor who has become famous in the live broadcast industry, he uses professional live broadcast equipment. Even if the surrounding environment is very noisy, it will not affect the interaction with fans during the live broadcast.
A svip box.
Seven or eight people gathered here.
"It's not me, I'm here. I've been an old client for more than 20 years. I can't count the number of people who have been invited to perform over the years. I don't care about those who are not famous, but those who are famous can close their eyes and don't say everything. , eight times out of ten, I can guess who is performing on stage! Wearing a mask can't stop my eyes!"
"Just you? Still chattering in front of me? You just listened here for more than 20 years. Not only did I listen here for 20 years, but I also watched music variety shows for 40 years! New and old singers played Home and so on, I am very familiar with the famous ones!"
"boast!"
"If you don't believe me, let's compare!"
"Compete! Let's see who can guess first! If you lose, lend me the new aircraft you bought to play for three months."
"Oh, I'm afraid of you? I don't want your aircraft even if you lose. You lend me Chashahai's private cruise for three months."
"Row!"
"Hey Ron, do you want to join in?"
The people in the box looked at the man sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette.
Ron Zucker, who is the same age as Natty Woods, is an old client of spae and an old classmate of Natty Woods. He has a good family background. Accidentally injured my hand, I don't play the guitar very much, but I like to come to Naty Woods' store to listen to music. In other respects, Ron may be mediocre in talent, but he is really not afraid of anyone when it comes to listening to voices. His ears were stamped "Golden Ears" by the Yanzhou Music Artists Association!
Whoever sings and who revises the sound, he can hear it as soon as he hears it. In addition, he has also done in-depth research on the styles of various music artists. Most of the time, he can match the works to the right person. Once a singer asked someone to write it on his behalf, but he said that he created his own talent and fired him. It was finally said by Ron Zucker mercilessly on social platforms. This matter was troubled for a long time.
Hearing his friend call him, Ron Zucker waved his hand disinterestedly, "You guys can play by yourself, I don't bully people."
"Hey, yes, it's really not challenging for you," said one person.
"Ron's golden ears certified by the Sustain Society! It's really not difficult for him."
"Speaking of ears, I think of Fang Zhao's touted 'ear of God', I don't know how it compares to Ron."
Another person also smiled and said, "It's the ear of God, the level is not low, Ron, when will your 'golden ear' be upgraded?"
One is just "gold", while the other is touted as "God". They don't know if this "God" has moisture, but after all, it has been nominated by major authorities, and they can't say anything. Of course, this does not affect their private discussions.
Ron raised his eyes, took a breath, and hummed from his nose.
It's impossible to say that he doesn't care, but Ron's attitude towards Fang Zhao is flat, more because many of Fang Zhao's works are not his type. He didn't deny Fang Zhao's excellence, but if he liked it or not, he said that Ron didn't go to the concert to listen to Fang Zhao's concert, and he had reservations about everything.
"Fang Zhao, that kid is a little talented."
Listening to the unsalty tone, you can tell that Ron doesn't like Fang Zhao, and others will no longer mention Fang Zhao.
As the time approached zero, the light in the field changed, and the previously explosive rhythm and drumbeats also faded. The venue is quiet, everyone knows the rules here.
People who have been excited for a while, although they stopped, the heat in their eyes did not cool down. Instead, as time passed by, the expectations in their eyes became more and more high.
"It's almost zero!"
"I don't know who was invited today."
"The stage is cleared, let's see what will be brought up... Huh? Just a stool?"
On the re-cleaned front stage, the staff brought up a stool with a sense of design, but no matter how good the design is, it is still just a stool! Everyone waited to see what else would be brought up, whether there were percussion instruments, etc., but after a while, there was still only one stool on the stage.
"The props are a little monotonous today."
Counting the time, everyone looked at the stage expectantly.
When the time showed zero, a man walked onto the front stage with a guitar.
Again, it's still one person.
There was a lot of discussion in the field.
"only one person?"
"Then who said that there is inside information, is the band invited tonight? I was wondering if it was the band I liked. I bought it for two more hours tonight just to wait for this."
The spae is billed by time, and many people have come early, waiting for a few hours just to see who is invited to come tonight.
"It doesn't look like a band either. It sucks! The news is wrong!"
It doesn't matter if he was tricked or not, at this time, everyone looked at the stage curiously.
The people on the stage were dressed in uncharacteristic casual clothes, with hoods and masks that covered their faces so tightly that they could not even see their eyes. The other person can see them through the mask, but they cannot see each other through the mask.
The eyes off the stage, from the figure of the person on the stage, the complexion, the hair, the shoe size, and accessories, every detail was taken care of, but there was still no useful information.
"No tattoos, no necklaces, no rings, no ear studs, and the shoes are not limited editions. Who is this?"
"Although I don't have enough fashion vision, I can see that this guy really has no sense of fashion, and I see that his hair is either too short or he has no styling."
"I can see that the clothes are unremarkable, and every move is imposing. Most of them are out of breath."
In the eyes of many people, the one who appears on stage now is not personal enough.
Many public figures with sufficient fame and online attention, especially those in the entertainment circle, have stylish hair when they appear in front of the public. This is also the perception of many outsiders. But now, they swept back and forth several times with scanner-like gazes, and didn't see any features. If the other party hadn't appeared on the stage, they wouldn't have paid the slightest attention if they were thrown into the crowd. In the VIP box, the people who were waiting to guess, had no clue at this time.
"I can't see it. I'll analyze his technique and music style later."
"At first glance, there is nothing special, but fortunately, it is calm, and I can't see nervousness."
Ron Zucker, the "Golden Ear" who was stamped and recognized by the Yanzhou Music Artists Association, also flashed interest in his eyes at this time.
interesting. Natty Woods has a problem for everyone this time.
With Natty Woods' behavior, it's not like to invite someone who is not famous and has no real talent to come over. Could it be... a big boss who has been out of the circle for a long time
Who on earth is it
Seeing that the people on the stage were ready to start, Ron became more serious.
Fingerstyle? Not playing and singing
On the stage, the masked performer, the moment he sat down, his aura seemed to change suddenly, from an ordinary person to a solid statue, quiet, but extremely powerful, without a single sound. Words are just expressions of emotion.
In the quiet venue, with a mysterious prelude, it was clearly transmitted to every corner through top-level audio equipment.
The melody starts with a shallow warm tone, and there are some slight and heavy sighs hidden in it, the heart is floating, and the brain is blank for a moment, and inadvertently from the independent bystander, into it.
In the haze, I seemed to see a tree growing by the lake.
Standing under the tree, bowing his head, from the reflection on the lake, he saw his doubtful appearance.
Seems to have forgotten something.
Is it a dream? or ideal
Too far away and nowhere to be found.
Time is passing.
The trees were silent, and the leaves fell to the ground, picked up by the wind, and blown far, far away.
Follow those leaves and go all the way.
Going around, walking around. Again and again, lost and found again.
The sun is warm and the wind travels in the sky. Talk and laugh in prosperity, stay in loneliness.
time, distance.
Years, nostalgia.
A leaf drifts toward a distant galaxy, and the colorful particles change suddenly.
When I stood still and looked back, I seemed to see again, a long time ago, the big tree by the lake, with luxuriant branches, and the people under the tree were smiling.
Ron closed his eyes and listened carefully to the strange feeling brought by the rhythm. Even though I hadn't heard it before, I always felt a sense of intimacy. It seemed that I could hum along in the next second, as if it had already been engraved in my soul. The world is quiet.
The smoke on his fingers was still smoking, but at the moment it seemed to be forgotten, the air around him suddenly became clear, only the melody in his ears.
Fingers without cigarettes slapped the table rhythmically and silently. The corners of his mouth raised a faint smile.
Eyes slightly wet.
Simple and rhyme, it is emotional.
Relying on the music, attributing to the thoughts, calming the body and mind, and being at ease with the soul.
The strings seem to have life, and the timing of each note is just right, which makes people think a lot, but it is clear after all, just like a long period of precipitation, leaving some transparency and insight.
The words have come out of the heart, but they stop in the mouth.
Understand, An Ran.
Ron couldn't remember why he was here, he was just glad he could hear such a performance. So moving, simple and pure, like a simple story that seems to have been forgotten for a long time when the sky is clear.
This song is not long, less than four minutes, but it gives people a feeling that it has crossed a distant time and space, and it is too late to study the other party's playing techniques and analyze the other party's music style, and the thinking is taken away.
After the song was over, Ron was brought back to God by the sudden burst of applause and whistles in the arena, and Ron sighed deeply, still unfinished.
"Appearance of Shiyin, inner look at ease, a real work of art!"
After listening to spae for so many years, very few can be praised as "artwork" by Ron Zucker on the spot!
Several other people in the box were also shocked by Ron's evaluation, but at the same time, they were also distressed. They haven't guessed who they are!
Look at each other. Oh man, everyone is the same!
"Ron, do you hear who it is?" someone asked.
Ron was silent, staring at the people on the stage with burning eyes.
He can't hear it! !
But to perform to such a degree, it must be the other party's own work, and the performance can have such expressive power, bring such soul shock and resonance, such a strong strength, will never be unknown!
Could it be that he is really a big guy who has been out of the circle for many years
In front of everyone's eyes, the people on the stage got up, bowed and thanked everyone, quickly pulled their hoods behind them, and took off their masks.
The moment the mask was lifted, the audience went crazy.
The man jumping and screaming and waving to the stage almost shrugged.
"Fang Zhao?"
"Fuck! It's Fang Zhao!!"
"Pick me up, am I hallucinating from drinking too much! I actually saw Fang Zhao here!!"
The person who was drunk on the sofa in the box opened his eyes vaguely and smacked his lips: "I actually dreamed that someone was calling Fang Zhao."
There was another cry that seemed to lift the ceiling.
There has been a lot of news recently, coupled with the popularity that Fang Zhao has accumulated in the past, most people in the Yanzhou area know Fang Zhao, and unless they are blind, they will not mistake that face.
Ron was so shocked that the smoke fell out, and his wide eyes seemed to have collapsed his world view.
He swallowed his saliva, and in disbelief, he searched out Fang Zhao's photo and looked at it, and then looked at the person holding the guitar on the stage, he couldn't lie to himself.
It turned out to be Fang Zhao!
Why is it Fang Zhao! !
He has also studied Fang Zhao's works, and there is no such simple lyricism at all! Moreover, such expressive power cannot be achieved without a decades-long foundation!
but! He swore with his golden ears that the performance just now was absolutely not fake!
But... why is it Fang Zhao!
Countless "whys" were flying wildly in Ron's mind, and the truth made him bald.
At the same time, Fang Zhao's movements were quickly spread through various information channels, and the entertainment reporters in the city rushed to Spae's side as if they smelled fishy.
On the Internet, fans, sunspots, the crowd of onlookers who follow the wind and the wind to join in the fun, tore up the report and fight together. There are also speculations about the news, and the midnight carnival is very lively.
On the social platform, incidents such as reporting complaints reached a peak in a very short period of time. The intelligent customer service was stuck and turned to manual work. After a while, something went wrong. The customer service team and operation and maintenance engineers in Yanzhou District were dug up in the middle of the night to work overtime.
It's your call again!
What kind of piano are you playing in the middle of the night! !
ah? !
What piano to play! ! !