A strange accent that he didn't know where he came from was Wang Ling's first impression when he first heard this wandering singer singing. Of course, if these problems are put aside, Wang Ling feels that his singing is generally good, at least his singing voice is still in tune...
However, if you want to become a real professional singer through talent shows, young people obviously have not done enough.
Wang Ling's research on music is very limited. He is just a second-hand man who knows a little guitar, so he is unable to make a more professional evaluation of the young man's singing.
But when it comes to how to stand out in a talent show...
Wang Ling feels that there are the following necessary factors.
First, you may not necessarily have to be particularly handsome, but you must at least look pleasing to the eye;
Second, maybe the voice doesn’t have to be particularly professional, but it must at least have a certain degree of recognition. It's no use just singing in tune.
Finally, the third point is also the most important point...that is, the life experience must be miserable! And it has to be as miserable as possible! It is best if just listening to the first dozen words of the story can make all the audience and judges move to tears...
Unfortunately, this young man does not possess the above conditions.
As a wandering singer, Tang Youning obviously has no plan for his bohemian appearance, which gives people a dirty look at first glance. Furthermore, this young man’s experience cannot be regarded as miserable at all. At most, he can only be regarded as a poor singer who persists in his music dream. There are too many such people in Hua Xiu Kingdom... If you want to get into the audience's attention through talent shows, at least someone in your family must have a terminal illness!
Wang Ling took half a mouthful of beef and put it in his mouth, while he was fiercely criticizing the current talent show in his heart... But the young man stared at the plate of silkworm potato shredded bibimbap in front of him, his eyes were red: "As expected... I don't think so at all. Are you suitable to be a singer?"
The voice was very low, with a sense of inferiority, but everyone heard it.
Obviously, the failure of today's talent show has hit the youth quite hard...
Boss Tan turned off the roaring range hood, wiped his greasy hands with a rag, walked slowly to the young man's side, and patted the young man's thin shoulder with distinct collarbones: "Cheer up, Xiao Tang!"
I don't know if it's because he has been engaged in cooking for many years, but Boss Tan has a very strong physique. Especially when compared with the young man, the difference in physique is particularly obvious. Wang Ling has no doubt that Boss Tan can smash the young man's shoulder bone into pieces if he exerts a little more strength...
The owner of this store is no ordinary person.
His cultivation level is at least at the Golden Core stage.
Wang Ling noticed this as soon as he entered the door.
The boss looked at Tang Youning and continued to comfort him: "Once upon a time, a great man said that the birth of genius requires 99% hard work and 1% talent. Maybe your hard work is not enough! So, never give up. ah!"
The young man raised his head and looked at the boss, as if he saw a glimmer of hope: "Is it true?"
However, as soon as the boss here finished speaking, Dad Wang activated the poisonous tongue mode and silently continued: "You know, there is actually a second part to this famous saying? Although you only have 1% talent, 1 % talent is the top priority!”
Forum boss: "..."
Tang Youning was about to cry: "..." Why did you say it!
Wang Ling: "..." This hurts my heart, old man!
It can only be said that Father Wang's poisonous tongue skills are getting stronger and stronger.
This vicious attack left the young man completely helpless.
In this regard, the boss felt very helpless.
But Father Wang obviously didn't take his venomous tongue seriously at all.
Everyone has heard this saying: Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up...
Father Wang felt that since he had no talent for doing something, it would be very stupid to continue to persevere. Why do you have to hang yourself from a tree if you are the number one scholar in three hundred and sixty lines? Why can't we hang from other trees a few more times
Use poisonous tongue to crush dreams... Let young people recognize the reality early and take the right path. Dad Wang feels that this is the correct education and guidance for young people as an elder.
"Ling Ling, let's have a chat?" At this time, Dad Wang suddenly turned his attention to Wang Ling.
Wang Ling remained silent: "..."
"Sir, your son also studies music?" Boss Tan was a little curious.
Dad Wang shook his head: "He is only a freshman in high school this year, and he has learned some guitar in his spare time. He is considered a second-hand in music, right? But I think that no matter how hard he works, half of the world in the music industry will belong to him sooner or later!"
Boss Tan obviously disagreed with half of the world in the music industry. He shook his head and said, "No, no, no. Half of the world in the music industry belongs to that teacher Wang Banbi."
“…”
To be honest, the teacher Wang Banbi mentioned by the music industry boss is a strange person, because he once boasted in the media, claiming that if the rock industry loses him, half of the world will be lost... And that's the nickname of Wang Banbi. coming.
Now, this is a somewhat tongue-in-cheek way of saying it. Therefore, the wandering singer expressed his strong dissatisfaction with Wang's father's behavior of advocating his son: "I studied music specifically with a vocal teacher... Your son is just a hobby, how can you say that half of the world... is too much Is that an exaggeration?"
"Come on! Ling Ling! It's time to show off your real skills!" Dad Wang suddenly gave Wang Ling a thumbs up, showing his white teeth.
Ding! —Everyone seemed to be able to see Father Wang’s teeth flashing...
Wang Ling: "..." Come on, MMP!
Of course Wang Ling refused. If he was just asked to play the guitar, that would be fine, but if he was asked to play and sing... the problem would be serious! Because his setting is not to speak!
However, under Father Wang's burning eyes, Wang Ling finally compromised...
First of all, Wang Ling was afraid that his father would deduct his pocket money for no reason because of his refusal. Secondly, Wang Ling was a little concerned about the young man's disdainful look.
Then... just perform a part
So, Wang Ling silently came to the corner and picked up Tang Youning's acoustic guitar. He took a deep breath, feeling even more nervous than his usual life of being on tenterhooks at school.
Tang Youning crossed his arms and sneered with the mentality of watching a show: "Hey, are you nervous now? When I usually sing in the streets and alleys, I have never been nervous when so many people look at me!"
Wang Ling glanced at Tang Youning indifferently, his expression unmoved...
What should I sing
Wang Ling thought for a while...
There are actually very limited pop songs in this world, and Hua Xiuguo doesn't pay enough attention to music. But this doesn't mean that Wang Ling can't usually listen to good music. His telepathic communication can connect to various planes and world lines, just like the frequency modulation of a radio.
After thinking for a while, Wang Ling suddenly thought of a song from another dimension that was very suitable for guitar playing...
Holding the guitar in his arms, Wang Ling strummed the strings several times to try out the sound.
A youthful guitar sound sounded.
Then, Wang Ling spoke.
(End of chapter)