When they woke up the next morning, Song Yi and Xu Shuangcheng found that their cousin Tang Ren had indeed gone to work in the film and television city. After washing up, they changed into clean clothes, bought buns and soy milk from the breakfast shop downstairs, and walked to the subway entrance.

At around 8 o'clock in the morning in the town, the sun shone slanted on the shops, pedestrians, trees, buses and cars on the road.

Xu Shuangcheng was excitedly biting the vegetable bun and introduced today's itinerary with a spirit: "I checked it online before I came. The target of our Flower Band is Jasmine Bar, the place where the first-line singer Wang Yingying debuted.

Song Yi, let me tell you that there are also several second-tier singers and stars here. This is a Feng Shui treasure land that realizes our musical dreams."

After resting for a night, Song Yi has recovered his energy. His youthful body is good. If he had been so tired in his previous life, he would probably have to recover for one day. He said in a good mood: "What after I realize my dream?"

"Of course I moved out! You have seen my cousin's situation. He slept on the floor and made me embarrassed." Xu Shuangcheng couldn't help but sigh and said, "What's more important is that there is no air conditioner, it's so hot!"

Song Yi laughed loudly, Xu Shuangcheng was really honest and nodded, "Yes." Cousin Tang Ren boasted to the family that whether it was vanity or retaining a man's pitiful self-esteem, others were still very good.

Jasmine Bar is located in the bar street on Hengshan Road, the old city of the Modu. French-style sycamore trees are planted on both sides of the road, and under the summer sun, they shine with mottled shade. On both sides of the street are small three-story villas with the Republic of China style.

Bars and restaurants are open in these garden houses, retro and yet stylish, attracting fashionable men and women and mature white-collar workers in the metropolis to come and spend.

It also has the same place adjacent to the Magic City Conservatory of Music. The weekends and holiday parties are crowded with art and hormones, which makes people come to pursue the beautiful memories of high school or college years later.

Song Yi and Xu Shuangcheng took two subway trips and took two and a half hours to arrive. Because they arrived too early, the bars on Bar Street were basically not open yet. The two bought bowls of instant noodles in the convenience store to fill their stomachs. They waited until about 2 pm when the Jasmine Bar opened and then went in.

"Hello, we're not open until six o'clock." When we entered the door, we saw several waiters wiping the table and sweeping the floor. One of the girls in small striped suit jackets said to the two people walking in.

The light in the bar was a little dark and she couldn't see her face clearly. She only felt that those eyes were very spiritual and spiritual.

Although Xu Shuangcheng was excited early in the morning, he was eager to come to Jasmine Bar. When he really got to the place, his tongue was a little bit knotted.

After all, it's just an eighteen-year-old boy.

Song Yi was responsible for socializing unscrupulously, and stepped over Xu Shuangcheng and said with a smile: "Hello, I'll find your manager."

The beautiful girl said in a crisp voice: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yi explained his purpose: "I wonder if you still recruit singers who are resident singing here? Let's apply for the job."

"Oh. Then you wait a moment. I'll call our boss." The girl walked towards the second floor of the bar with her particularly slender and round legs.

The young and beautiful girl was wearing a pair of slim black pencil pants. In the dark house, she stepped on the stairs with light steps. Her beautiful legs were slender and her back was slim. She had an indescribable charm, with the lightness of a cat and the elegance of a fox, as if she was an impressive famous painting.

Xu Shuangcheng was a little restless and was also a little excited about the upcoming "interview". He was nervous and whispered: "Song Yi, I will say that our Huaer Band won honors in school later."

He doesn't want to rely on friends throughout the whole process. He has to make some contributions.

"Okay." Song Yi agreed immediately and looked at the environment in the bar. The most eye-catching thing was a big stage in the middle, which seemed to be quite advanced.

After a while, the beautiful girl followed a middle-aged man and walked down the stairs together.

As they got closer, Song Yi and Xu Shuangcheng saw clearly that the boss was about thirties, slightly hunched over, about 1.75 meters tall, with a slightly handsome appearance and a clean body, but a very well-proportioned figure.

She was dressed casually, a T-shirt and a pair of trousers, as if she was born with a clothes rack. She had a lot of aura while walking.

"Brother Dog."

"boss."

The service eyes working in the bar greeted him, regardless of gender, age and age. It was obvious that he had a high prestige.

"Hello, boss. We are Xu Shuangcheng and Song Yi from Huaer Band. We have won the second prize in our school's literary and artistic evening..." When the middle-aged boss looked over with inquiries, Xu Shuangcheng took the initiative to introduce himself.

The middle-aged boss waved his hand and said lazily and casually: "No need to say this. Please sing a few words." His voice was a little hoarse.

What?

Xu Shuangcheng was interrupted and secretly rehearsed the "self-introduction words" that he had been secretly rehearsed many times, and shut up awkwardly.

Song Yi was very surprised. How could he not even ask about the name of the job seeker? Is it so unique?

"Our Jasmine Bar is a famous nightclub in the Magic City. The singers on stage are extremely powerful. People from the music circle often come to discover new people. Every day, singers who come from all over the country recommend themselves. Therefore, it doesn't matter where your past experience comes from. What matters is your songs.

What songs do you sing? I'll play accompaniment for you. Or I'll play accompaniment for you." The beautiful girl asked.

Song Yi hurriedly said: "The 'love of King Liu is like water'."

There are also super first-tier superstars and kings among first-tier singers. This is not the hierarchy setting that Song Yi himself made, but the rating of singers by the capital market. Different positions and different contracts and resources are obtained.

It's all about money.

And King Liu Tianwang is Tengda Music’s treasure for mountain control. Liu Zifan, who has been popular for almost twenty years, knew it was him at once.

"Ok!"

Under the leadership of the beautiful girl, Song Yi and Xu Shuangcheng walked onto the big stage from behind. From the stage, the spacious bar was empty and deserted. There was only one middle-aged boss leaning against the bar, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at them scrutinized.

"Damn it, Song Yi, I'm a little nervous." Xu Shuangcheng held the microphone on the ground, his voice trembled a little. This was completely different from the experience of performing in school. They were all classmates in the valley! There were screams when they came on stage.

Song Yi was actually very nervous. "Xiao Song" and Xu Shuangcheng's experience was the same, and he was even an otaku online writer, and his legs became a little weak at this time. "Take a deep breath, Shuangcheng, take a deep breath!"

At the same time, Song Yi closed his eyes and kept doing psychological construction for himself.

First, so what if this song is broken? Isn’t it just that I was rejected for singing in resident songs? All my talents and skills are on the Internet. I went back to the Internet cafe and opened a new book at night.

There are also online articles in this world. The largest website is also called Qidian, and its parent company is Tengwen Group.

Second, just sing a song. We have all sang countless times. Just perform normally. I imagine that all of them are my fans!

Two or three minutes later, Song Yi opened his eyes and looked at his friend Xu Shuangcheng. Seeing that he had adjusted almost the same, he made a gesture to the beautiful girl in the corner behind him.

The familiar melody sounded instantly.

Song Yi first spoke: "When I was young, I loved chasing my dreams, traveling thousands of mountains and rivers, but when I look back, I only have sadness left..."

Xu Shuangcheng: "Don't ask me why I regret it. Love is irreversible if I lose it like water..."

Xiao Song's voice and singing skills are higher than Xu Shuangcheng. However, his music theory knowledge and creative skills are not as good as Xu Shuangcheng. Just like the admission letter of the two of them. Xiao Song is just a second-tier university in the Magic City, while Xu Shuangcheng is a first-tier university: Mocheng University of Finance and Economics. Therefore, every time they both sing, he is the one who starts and is responsible for the treble part.

The song by King Liu Tian was counted as the prelude, and it took about two minutes to sing it. The accompaniment came to an abrupt end. Song Yi and Xu Shuangcheng touched their eyes and felt quite satisfied. They were as good as the usual eight-point level. They followed the beautiful girl to step down.

At the bar, the middle-aged boss was smoking a cigarette, his voice a little hoarse, saying, "I speak with my ability, and you two are not good enough to be on stage with me."

"Ah..." Xu Shuangcheng's mouth was so wide that he could stuff an egg. He thought they were singing well, "But..., I..."

The middle-aged boss interrupted him, raised a finger, and said bluntly: "Your level may be pretty good in school. The sound is accurate and there is no out of tune. But first, you either imitate it to reach a level similar to the original song. It is difficult to distinguish between true and false. In this way, guests also like to listen.

Second, you either arrange the songs yourself and sing the old songs, and the audience will feel fresh. Third, you have no characteristics in singing. Either you can move with emotion and be lingering. Or you can make high notes. Do you know the dolphin sound? It would be fine if you can sing such a flowery work. Do you understand?"

Xu Shuangcheng still wants to speak.

Song Yi, who had been silent after being denied by the middle-aged boss, pulled him, "Let's go!"

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After coming out of the Jasmine Bar, Song Yi turned around and looked at the three-story villa building in the garden villa opposite the street, and breathed a long sigh.

"So, we don't even know the name of this boss or the girl! No one else is interested in knowing who we are. When we were eighteen years old, we were standing by the street like a minion." Song Yi said self-deprecatingly.

At the same time, I also feel a little relieved in my heart.

The music dream is not his, it is Xiao Song and Xu Shuangcheng!

He is a writer who is a floppy online and changes career to music. Even though his congenital voice is not bad, he doesn’t even have a golden finger. What should I do?

For some reason, he traveled through time, and some classic songs in his memory became a little blurred, and he only remembered the most widely circulated clips in those songs. For example, what he now laughed at is the clips in "exaggeration".

In addition, his knowledge of music theory is not up to standard, so it is very difficult to restore the whole song. On the contrary, some of the poems he often quotes in online articles still have some impressions.

Is this considered memory wear? Unimportant, memories that are not used frequently are forgotten due to the body's self-protection mechanism.

"Yes." Xu Shuangcheng nodded, his voice was even more swallowed, and he turned around and said, "Song Yi, are we really that inappropriate in singing?"

Song Yi patted Xu Shuangcheng's shoulder comfortably and said truthfully: "I think it's okay. We all performed normally. However, our strength is still far from singing in a bar. You have heard what the boss said just now. None of his three standards can meet the standards. And it's even more far away from taking money from the user's pocket to become a big singer."

Xu Shuangcheng's nose twitched and tears flowed down his eyes.

A big boy came to the place with his dream in his hand. He tried it and was poured down by someone's head. At this time, he realized that he was about to wake up from his dream because of his friend's honest words, and couldn't help crying.

At this moment, the two of them had already walked out of Hengshan Road. Xu Shuangcheng was embarrassed to cry in the street, sitting on the flower bed by the side of the road, wiping tears, and swallowing, and said in a very depressed mood: "Song Yi, let's call home and go back to Luocheng tomorrow."

Song Yi took out a tissue and handed it to Xu Shuangcheng. Seeing his emotional collapse, he felt an unspeakable touch and bitterness in his heart.

The music dream is from Xiao Song and Xu Shuangcheng. His dream is very vulgar: make enough money!

He is now watching his dream break down and the blow he brought to Xu Shuangcheng.

The reason why people regard it as a precious quality is because it is rare in daily life!

Xiao Song and Xu Shuangcheng's music dream probably ends here.

So, what should he do next: Go home? Go to the Internet cafe to write online articles? Go to work in a factory?

It is impossible to go back to Luocheng.

The money in his pocket was probably not enough to pay for the payment of new books all night.

The only option is left to work in the factory.

I thought of this road last night, but when things come to an end, he was really unwilling to accept it!

He is a person who doesn't want to bow to life.

In fact, in a sense, he would like to thank God for making him younger again and return to his eighteen years old.

In his previous life, he had a little popularity, fell, and struggled to fall to the trough of life. He did not give in to life, and he was still trying hard to write. But he did not make a name for himself in his thirties! Isn’t this sad?

Now he is only eighteen years old, which means a lot of time and an infinite future. He is willing to work harder than before! He is willing to endure hardships and not lie down. As a result, he has to waste the precious twenty days of his life on the factory assembly line. Is this called "living hard"?

What a nonsense!

A strong emotion surged from the bottom of his heart. At this time, Song Yi suddenly felt a little dizzy, and a familiar melody rang in his mind.
Chapter completed!