canine boyfriend

46.

The queuing process is lengthy.The boy stood with the man for a long time, as if returning to the night sky with a star that fell to the ground, as if accompanying a kingfisher with broken wings to flap its wings again.

It's just that he didn't expect that a singing competition could make people wait so long.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the afternoon that the release began. During the waiting period, the head teacher also called a few times, asking if people from the school should come forward and if the teacher should help. The boy said no, no, his father was still there rescue.

After hanging up the phone, the boy only hoped that he would die quickly.

"Waiting for so long..." The young man looked forward, the door of the studio hadn't opened yet, "Are you hungry? I'll go buy you something to eat?"

"No, we'll eat it later in the evening." The man is not used to things like queuing up.Before I became famous, I was used to waiting.The entertainment industry is so realistic, without fame and support, it is difficult to step into this threshold.That's why some people go to pursue shortcuts, go to the financial backers, and there is no need to wait for the big bosses behind the scenes to say a word.

It can get rid of many people, like opening a through train, a privileged passage, and sending people to the first and second tiers at the age when they can't help but wait.

If you don't have any of these, you can only wait, wait for your Bole like you are now.You have to gamble, gamble on your own luck.But too many artists can't wait for their own bole, and they haven't gambled luck.

But now, the man is no longer in a hurry. He came here just to sing a song for someone to listen to.Let him see what he looks like on stage.

The team moved slowly, very slowly. The boy was impatient and used his hand as an umbrella to shield the men from the scorching sun.Holding the printed registration form in his hand, the man fanned the high school student who skipped class.

"By the way, how did you ask for leave today?" The man suddenly asked, it must not be easy to ask for leave during the third year of high school, "You can't... come out of the wall?"

"No." The boy used his body to shield him from the sun again. The back of his school uniform T-shirt was soaked with sweat. It was the hottest time of the year. "I told the head teacher that my dad had a car accident and he was cold."

The man was taken aback.

"Then I came out." While no one was paying attention, the young man slid the back of his hand over the man's eyebrows, protecting him lovingly, not letting him shed a drop of sweat, "Don't be afraid, the school... can't do anything to me .I have good grades, but the school still pointed at me for my ranking in the college entrance examination.”

The man was speechless, he didn't expect the boy to ask for leave childishly and directly in this way.

"Don't feel pressure, don't think that I fell out with my dad because of you." The young man was afraid that he would overthink, so he put his hand on his forehead and used it as a hat for him, "My enmity with my dad, Since my mother married him, there has been a beam, whether there is you or not, I hope he is cool. Adding you... I hope he is cool even more. "

The man lowered his head and touched the boy's body with his wrist. Among the waiting crowd, they touched here and there secretly. "Don't be so quick-tempered in the future. When you grow up, you have to be more mature."

"I'm mature, I'm mature, and I will definitely be a mature person with stable emotions in the future." The boy smiled complacently, and followed the man into the studio.

The studio was already full of people.

The first round of the audition was not live broadcast or photogenic, but several junior judges and teachers had already arrived, and they were responsible for eliminating 90.00% of this group of people.The order of seating is the order of registration, so men and teenagers sit very far back and are the last.

The boy thought that the game would start soon, but he was wrong again, and he still waited after taking his seat.Who are you waiting for?have no idea.

The man patted the boy's kneecaps, telling him not to worry.A lot of times in this circle is to wait, especially filming, waiting for the director, lighting engineer, sound engineer, and actors to be in place, makeup in the morning, and talents in the afternoon, because everyone in each department is slow, and everyone is used to procrastinating. with.

What's more, the man was not in a hurry at all, he wished that the day would be longer, so long that it wouldn't end.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the entire audition process officially started.Many artists who had finished their makeup began to touch up their makeup, and one by one they came to the stage to introduce themselves and sing.

After the first few songs, the boy's mood changed from nervous to relaxed. At the beginning, he was still worried about the strength of his opponent. After only a few ears, he knew that the man was stable.

Even if his voice is tense, he stands out among these people.

"Let me sleep for a while." With so many people in front, the boy was afraid that the man would be tired.

The man thought for a while, leaned on the young man's shoulder, closed his eyes, and clasped his fingers underneath.

The entire audition process was very slow, and it was already past seven o'clock in the evening when the man took the stage.The boy became nervous again, fearing that he would not be able to let go of his voice, so he sat forward desperately to cheer up the man.Many seats were vacant in front, many people left after singing, and a small number of people stayed, intending to see the strength of their competitors.

The man took a breath and stood under the stands behind the scenes.

Under the stage, the young man desperately waved at him and smiled so silly that he almost stood up.

Being silly, I really don't grow up... The man waited for the host to call his name, and then, step by step, walked from behind the scenes to the position marked with an asterisk on the stage.

From darkness to light.

From the back, to the front.

The spotlights were all overhead, and the man closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a few seconds, enjoying the temperature of the light.This kind of temperature is the torture of every artist. After singing for a long time, it can burn the makeup on the face, but everyone is obsessed with it, because only those who can go on stage are eligible to wear makeup.

He looked at the judges, and the judges also looked at him. Fortunately, these people didn't look like people in the industry, but rather like teachers from the music academy, who came to screen people.

"Hello judges and teachers, I..." The man just started to speak, but was immediately interrupted by the host.

"Sorry, sorry, there is another contestant in front." The host was a young girl. She glanced at the contestants on the stage, but she didn't recognize them, but she led another one up.

The man stood aside wisely, leaving the asterisk space free.A beautiful young entertainer came up. He glanced at the man, stood in front of the microphone, and bowed to the judges first.

After a short self-introduction, he began to sing, without accompaniment, without a microphone that was overly tuned, and everyone's timbre was directly exposed to the judges and teachers, without any cover.

The man followed suit, but crossed this little artist in his heart.It's not that he's proud, but that this voice is too ordinary.Perhaps a good album can be completed through sound modification, but in a competition based on strength, this artist can only be regarded as a failure.

Sure enough, the expressions of the judges and teachers below were not very good.One teacher even interrupted him unceremoniously.

At this time, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses approached the judges' seat, bent down, and talked to the teachers.The man guessed that this must be the broker.

"Thank you all the judges and teachers." After the little artist finished singing, he bowed to the front again to express his thanks, and handed the microphone to the man next to him, "Go ahead and sing."

The man quickly took over the microphone and put it on the microphone stand with care.He had to sing quickly, he was the last contestant, and the ranking was not dominant, and the judges' ears were already tired, so they wouldn't give too high a score.

"Hi teachers, the song I want to sing is "Blessing" by Jacky Cheung." The man opened his mouth, and when he sang the first word, the back door of the studio was already opened, and a cleaning staff came in to sweep the floor , is coming to an end.

He is the last one, but he has to finish singing this song.

The young man stood under the stage, looking in shock at the little artist who stepped down just now.

Isn't that... the one who slept with the old bastard?

Damn, the old bastard is now spending money and contacts, planning to praise him?

47.

"My friend, I will always bless you, my friend, I will always bless you..." The man's two lips moved, and the voice came from the human throat, through the vibration of the vocal cords, to the root of the tongue, through the tongue, teeth, lips, and through the air medium, and landed gently on the the surface of the microphone.

The judges, who were tirelessly preparing to pack up the registration forms and leave, straightened their sitting postures.

They are all professional, and they are willing to listen with a serious attitude in front of good voices.

This person's voice is a polished work of art, even the breath is on point.They unanimously picked up the entry form of the last contestant. Before the song was finished, they had already ticked him off.

After ticking, they put down the entry form and continued to listen to the song as compensation for their exhausted hearing.

On the stage, the man closed his eyes, enjoying the slight heat of his cheeks and eyelids under the stage lights, and suddenly remembered himself more than ten years ago.

That year, I was still a rookie, standing on the stage of the draft, singing without any skills.Later, I learned to sing in the competition and learned how to sing.

What a wonderful thing it is to sing, and what a miraculous thing it is to pronounce words.Lips, teeth, tongue, and larynx are all parts that transmit sound. The man remembered that he couldn't find their pronunciation positions at that time, so he desperately said these four words.

The process of uttering these four words is the correct position of these four parts. The man practiced his vocalization seriously, hoping that one day, he could have his own audience and audience.

Later, I succeeded. I saw cold eyes, heard gossip, and enjoyed applause and flashes from the media.Everything is so fast, as fast as a song.

Later, I met a heart-wrenching person.

He is ten years older than himself, but tall and handsome. He has more social experience than himself, and he said things that he has never heard of. He said that he likes listening to himself singing and watching himself act. to love.

The same-sex relationship is something that can never be found. If a man believes it, he is the lucky one.

The man also said that he had been married once, and he liked men as well as women. The loss of his ex-wife has always been his unforgetable grief. He said that he had been neglected since he was a child, and he didn't trust others easily. Men have heard it for a long time. , just want to warm him.

I want to support my love and give him a place where I can feel at ease, even though I know he still has an 8-year-old son.

That night, I stayed at his house for the first time, and he couldn't wait to enter himself, a little rough, the man hugged his shoulders, allowing him to find true love in himself.

But he didn't want to bump into his 8-year-old son the next day.The boy stood in front of him with timid hatred in his eyes.

Now, the man opened his eyes and saw that the 8-year-old boy had turned into an 18-year-old boy, standing under the stage, his eyes were black and shiny.His eyes are completely different from his father's. The vocal teacher said that he is very similar to his mother.

What a beautiful and good woman, who gave birth to such a handsome boy.It's just that his eyes drifted to the side from time to time, the man was distracted for half a second, and saw the little artist who was getting ready to go out by the side door.

It was the one who sang in front of him just now.

He is looking at him.

At this moment, the man was not jealous, he believed that the boy really liked him, but people would be attracted by younger and better things, this is human nature.

The boy looked over there, and couldn't help wanting to smash something.He is angry for the person he likes. The man has been with the old bastard for ten years, trapped in a word of love, and has not gained any benefits.The old bastard has changed his lover, this person is smart, and he knew that he needed such a good resource when he came up.

Otherwise, with his ordinary voice, he really wouldn't be able to pass the audition, but the man who looked like a manager went to the judges just now, so he must have passed the word.

Just because of his father's backdoor relationship, this person can pass the selection and go on stage to participate in a national singing competition. Even if he doesn't win the championship, his popularity and popularity are enough.However, it is necessary to wipe out a truly capable person.

unfair.

No, it's not just unfair, it's disgusting.The boy stared at them, only to find that the manager had been in the stands the whole time.

Look at your uncle, the boy turned his head, the man just finished singing, he applauded, if there were not so many judges around him, he would have jumped up, or went directly to the stage and hugged him down.

After the man sang, he looked at the boy and thought he was the happiest. "Mr. Judge, my song is over, thank you."

None of the judges spoke, and applauded gently.The cleaning staff in charge of cleaning just started to work, and they were fascinated just now.

The man thanked the judges and teachers again, put down his beloved microphone, and stepped off the stage. There was a person waiting for him underneath. This person was more important than singing.

"How am I singing?" the man asked.

"It's nice, it's really nice." The boy was still wearing his school uniform and pulled him outside, "It's just that I haven't heard it before. What kind of song is this?"

The man guessed that he hadn't heard it before, so he chose this song on purpose. "Old songs."

The results of the audition will not be announced until two weeks later, but a few days later, it will be the third mock exam. The boy is still going home to study, the old bastard has not come back, and he has been quiet.

This time, I must take the first place in the grade, and it is simply unreasonable not to take it again.This day after school, the boy ran to the man's house with his schoolbag in his hand. Tomorrow is the third model. He has already figured out where to go on a date after the third model.

Still unable to wait for the elevator, the young man was anxious, he missed the man after a while, and ran up the stairs.He remembered that the man had said to himself, don't always climb the stairs frizzy, so he wiped his sweat angrily, and stood outside the door for a while before pushing the door.

Usually at this time, the man must be standing in the bright kitchen, making soup for himself. When the door opened today, a hot body rushed towards him, as if he had been looking forward to him for many days, and came to welcome him.

Not only to greet him, but to kiss him when he comes up.The boy was startled, and was pressed against the back of the door by the man. The light in the room was not turned on, and he saw that the man had already taken off his shirt.

(slightly)

He bit the boy's lip, pulled his chest straps, and showed him.

Because I waited for too long and held it for too long.