Since the first season, the number of audiences of "Singer" has been limited to 500. Others who sit in the aisle and sit on the empty space in the front row are considered to be related households. They come in and listen to the songs, but they have no right to vote.

Eight cameras are aimed at the audience, capturing the audience's expressions at all times, so that they can become materials and add them to the main film. Some viewers who are eager to show off their appearance are very high, and their expressions are inevitably like a supporter.

The entire scene is like a small concert hall, surrounding the stage in a fan shape. The audience can see the expressions of the singers on the stage without magnifying the screen.

Seven or eight singers in "Singer" carefully prepared for a song for a week or more, and when they came on stage, they devoted themselves to a song.

This makes some people say that going to the "Singer" is more worth the ticket than going to a concert by a first-class singer.

This is indeed the case.

The sound effects of "Singer" are top-notch, and it can even be said to be the most valuable thing in the entire venue.

The program team spent a lot of money to purchase hardware and updated it every year in order to capture every beauty of the singer's voice and present the audience with a top-notch auditory enjoyment.

Now Zhang Yiman is about to sing. No matter how many confusions and prejudice the audience has or how many thoughts they have to express, they have to calm down and listen to the song before talking.

In any case, everyone travels thousands of miles to enjoy a cost-effective audio-visual feast.

When Zhang Yiman stood on the stage, he could not see the charm and silly he usually was off the stage. His focus was so that the audience in the audience felt that it was really pleasing to the eye just by looking at it.

Zhang Yiman held the microphone and nodded to the band teacher on the side of the stage, whose lights were not very bright in order not to overturn the crowd.

Their expressions are very serious, maybe they are usually serious, but they are even more serious at this time. Because the song they got is unfamiliar and difficult, they have to cheer up and not drag the singer down.

Sitting in front of the piano on the side of the stage was a famous pianist in the Chinese industry. She looked at the calm expression and actually had a rush of undercurrents. Zhang Yiman, who was excited to fight, responded to a look, put his finger on the keys and started playing.

The piano sounds resounded throughout the studio.

Uneasy, melancholy, decadence, and forbearance before the outbreak.

When the piano sounded and the audience was immersed in a deserted atmosphere as if they were insuffering in the deep sea, Zhang Yiman sang lyrics of many women in the bass zone g3-4 with his lazy voice:

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The sweetness you have tasted are the fruits of loneliness

That's me cut from my heart

A piece of meat is like a gift, never thinking about it

If you are sharp, I will be bloody and storm. I will be a writer with scattered style.

...

】

Not only the singers standing on the stage can see the telescope, but there is also a telescope on the side of the stage, which allows the audience in the audience to see clearly what the singer is singing.

Sadness, restlessness, quietness, and lyrics and musical singing complement each other.

Singing like a person who has lost his heart, is bleeding all over but is not dead yet.

The scenes in the lyrics suddenly plunged into the audience's mind.

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Let me take your place to join us

Unforgettable like a love novel

The more blood flows, the more sad your hands become, the more empty your heart

The more painful the flesh is, the more you cut into pieces, the feelings of being cut into pieces will be vivid

Don't give it back to me, don't give it back to me

...

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Suddenly, after passing the previous lead part, one wave has not subsided, and the other wave has risen again and again. The emotions in the chorus are superimposed in turn, and the range gradually increases, bringing the "start, inheritance, turn and end" to the extreme.

Zhang Yiman is like a victim who is determined to revenge, pouring out all his grievances and anger.

The audience felt like Zhang Yiman's powerful but shrill singing voices suddenly felt like he exploded!

From the top of the head to the tail end of the spine, it feels like it’s over electricity, and the whole body is comfortable!

What are the questions [I am so young, I will come to "Singer" to sing after a few years of experience], and what are the questions [I guess the life of a game in one round], all of these questions were left behind.

Listening to the tension and thrilling soundtrack that finally surfaced, the audience couldn't help but breathe, adjust their sitting posture, lean forward, and stare at the young female singer who was squandering energy on the stage.

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It's too late to figure it out again, and the involvement of the flesh of the palm is no longer useful

Two people who have lost their soul's shell and are not possessed

There are too many inks when I go, and even the most intense stories are too tacky

Just write wherever you can just read it to the death

Love is to die

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At this time, the sound had already turned up by an octave. Zhang Yiman's voice was no longer as hoarse as it was at the beginning. Instead, his emotions gradually lost control, and his pronunciation became sonorous and powerful, singing word by word in the hearts of the audience, pressing step by step.

Breaking out!!

The audience could no longer sit steadily and stood up one by one, feeling excited.

Dou Tong, the host and singer in the audience, listened to such a perfect combination of songs, lyrics, singing and editing. He squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Yiman on the stage, clapped and sighed in his heart.

No wonder when he knew when he was in rehearsal and asked the band teachers about the level of this singer in the play, the band teachers and the music director smirked and said he wanted him to cheer up. Then he didn't say a word no matter how he asked, and he was waiting for the good show.

It turns out that this is not for gilding, it is really for the play.

【Don't return it to me, don't return it to me】

Start, bear, turn, and close, first suppress and then rise.

Zhang Yiman told a story in full with his singing voice and also fully analyzed the madness of a lover.

After the last high note, the uneasy and passionate music suddenly stopped.

It seemed like nothing happened, and it was like the sea roaring and roaring, and then returned to quiet again.

Only the lonely piano sounds at the opening are left, and they are jingling there.

Songbi.

"Thanks."

After the music disappeared, Zhang Yiman let out a breath, calmed down, and bowed to the audience below to thank him.

The venue was quiet for a moment, followed by surging applause and shouts!

"ah!!"

"Wow!"

I can no longer hear what the audience is shouting, they just want to vent their bad emotions.

Men, women, young and old, elites or students were all excitedly applauding vigorously.

Han Jue looked back at the audience, and some of them had tears on their faces without even having to wipe them. He just raised his hands and applauded vigorously.

Han Jue remembers a video I watched in his previous life. A child with autism was taken by his father to watch a Prine concert. It was the classic "Purple Rain". From the video, the child really doesn't like to talk and is incompatible with the people who are caring around him. However, as the songs were listened, the child's tears flowed out.

When he accompanied his girlfriend to the concert, he stopped laughing at the audience who shed tears while listening to the songs on TV.

Han Jue turned around and watched Zhang Yiman accept the applause from everyone present on the stage. Although he was extremely confident about this masterpiece in his previous life, he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the dust settled and the unprecedentedly enthusiastic response.

【It's done.】

While listening just now, Han Jue's mood was ups and downs with the music, and he felt very happy.

Singers who sing well in the studio usually do not mean that they sing well in the live scene. In terms of genre distinction, there are even two types of singers.

Before, Han Jue heard that Zhang Yiman sang well in the recording studio, but for the live performance that really needed experience, he was still worried about the silly girl.

Now it seems that people who lament that talent can really ignore their age advantage. Zhang Yiman is still the type of person who performs better than the bigger the scene.

Everything is perfect.

The singers who were gathering together after singing in the backstage all looked solemn when Zhang Yiman's unexpected performance. They had to admit that this kind of strength could no longer be affected by the small movements such as changing the singing order.

The famous musicians who reviewed the singer's performance in another room looked surprised when they looked at the screen.

Although they made it early on that Zhang Yiman had a bright future and were optimistic about Zhang Yiman, no matter what, he never expected that Zhang Yiman had obtained a work that matched her so well so early. This time "Singer" is very impressive.

A singer's fame requires both internal and external cultivation, internal strength and external work.

Good lyrics, good music and arrangement, and Zhang Yiman fully demonstrated her abilities, the dark horse posture is unstoppable.

It can be foreseen that Zhang Yiman, a new singer who has debuted for less than half a year, will usher in a super leapfrog development.

"Thank you, the band teacher."

The band's musicians completed the performance perfectly, and at this time they followed the audience and gave Zhang Yiman a smile.

In the opposite situation from the time he appeared on the stage, Zhang Yiman only smiled cleverly, and there was not much pride or turbulent expression on his face.

Face applause from the audience and band musicians calmly.

However, she did not rush to go down.

Zhang Yiman was still holding the microphone, pursing her lips, brewing something to say, as if the next words would make her feel nervous:

"What I want to thank even more is that the lyricist and songwriter of this song, Han Jue, hehe, yes, he is also my uncle~Uncle, thank you~"
Chapter completed!