canine boyfriend

The recording and broadcasting team of the program group was already exhausted. They came earlier than the contestants and were responsible for debugging, lighting, camera positions, and stage effects. They had to confirm with the artists one by one. By the time the rehearsal reached the last contestant, they had already spent five or six hours here. Hours.Before the program is officially broadcast, the list of artists must be kept secret, and the list of judges and teachers is not allowed to be leaked. They are not professional ears, and they can't understand the sound, resonance, breath, and pitch, but they can tell who is more professional.

Among the first 9, some sing well and some sing poorly, but they are all less professional and need to be trained by tutors.At present, there are 9 groups performing, and the one with the highest degree of completion is the little yellow hair. The bel canto is really good, but the way is too narrow, and now there are fewer audiences listening to that singing.

"It's the last one!" They cheered each other on, wanting to rest early.

"It's coming, everyone get ready." A person ran to the sound engineer, "This song, prepare the accompaniment."

"Which one?" The sound engineer took the program track and was taken aback, "Didn't he prepare his own song?"

"That's all, use the ones in our song library." The man told the sound engineer, "Get ready, get ready."

The sound engineer bowed his waist and glanced at the stage. There was a thin figure on the stage, with a head of careless hair, and his thin shoulders were flat and straight under the stage lights, and he was wearing earphones for himself.

He held the earbud that was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, like a treasure.He stared at the little thing, turned his face to put it on himself, and pinned the other end to his jeans.The light suddenly brightened, making his face white, but his lipstick was red, and he was still smiling.It seemed to be aimed at the audience in the audience, but there was obviously no one in the audience.

"That's him? He wants to sing such an old song?" The sound engineer was puzzled, but the smile just now was very familiar.How could anyone choose such a song? It's not as good as Xiao Huangmao's bel canto just now. Those who know this song are already quite old.

To be honest, it's a bit rustic. These players are smart now, so it's all because of their popularity.

"You, run over to check again, do you want to change it." The sound engineer instructed the person next to him to go over and remind me kindly.

"I've asked, and they said they want this." The man whispered to the sound engineer, "There is no copyright for the song, who will be responsible if something goes wrong?"

The sound engineer smiled and went to prepare the accompaniment. It turned out that there was no money to make trouble, but it was a pity for that face.

The light dimmed, and the man had already put on the earbuds, which were actually very uncomfortable and tight, so some singers often took them off during intervals.The assistant director began to remind the camera position through the earphones, he tried the microphone, after ten years of absence, finally, finally heard his own voice from the earphones again.

Almost forgot the sound.Listening to yourself and listening to your ears are completely two kinds of feelings and two tones.This is his own voice, yes, yes, he can recognize it.

The stage is not very big, and the need to listen to the accompaniment is not very urgent. He has sung on a larger stage before, and the accompaniment has a strong delay.The microphone is also heavier than the one in hand.

The accompaniment sounded, and the surrounding noise was instantly blocked by the man's ears. He opened his mouth and began to tremble from the moment he sang the first note. It was excitement and excitement, and he adjusted his pitch and Rhythm.

The lights were fully turned on, the No. [-] machine was pushed along the slide rail, and the sound engineer took off his big earphones.

"What's the matter, Master?" The same person asked just now, "Tired?"

"I'm not tired." The sound engineer turned his head and asked, "Among the contestants this time, is there someone who has done this before?"

"Yes, that's him." The man pointed.The man on the stage just entered the voice-changing area, and his voice rushed through the dilemma area at a uniform speed. This is his singing style, the muscle memory in his throat.

"It's him, no wonder." The sound engineer loudened the accompaniment, "If the program crew has a conscience, some people will watch it this year."

Off the stage, the contestants who had just finished the rehearsal hadn't left yet. The singing on the stage was accompanied by the people's portraits who had made an agreement in advance, and they stopped talking at the same time.Hearing the first climax clip, Xiao Huangmao was the first to react and clapped his hands: "Senior is so awesome! Oh my, I came to the wrong place, I shouldn't be competing."

The contestants next to him also applauded, nodded with a smile on their face and said yes, no matter if it was true or false, the attitude was in place anyway.There was only one person with a stiff smile on his face.

The man's rehearsal was relatively smooth, and he hadn't forgotten his previous stage experience, but there were two parts of the song that were not very satisfactory, so he offered to go through it twice.By the time his rehearsal was over, the back waist of a thin piece of clothing was soaked, especially the piece with the small ear box sandwiched between them, which was slightly hot.

Feeling the heat of that spot, he raised his head, let the sweat wet the neckline, and slipped into his clothes like he hadn't seen it for a long time.

"Thank you teachers, thank you all." The man bowed deeply to the audience, then got down, and returned the singing device to the program group.There is a bathroom used by the staff next to the stage room. He greeted other contestants and went inside to wash his hands.

After all, he was still a little nervous, and his palms were sweating. The man squeezed some hand sanitizer and rubbed his knuckles carefully.When it came to the little finger of his right hand, he avoided it.It used to be straight, but now it is curved, especially when you pick up the microphone, and you can see its curvature by moving your eyes down a little while singing.

It can't straighten.

"Who the hell are you?" said a voice behind him.

The man suddenly raised his head, there was another person besides himself in the mirror.

The little artist stared straight at his back, his youthful recklessness was fully used, his face was very beautiful and gorgeous.

"I'm here to sing." The man took out a tissue to wipe his hands, and was about to pass him by.

"Don't even think about leaving, I know you." The little artist had completely remembered just now, and he seemed to have pinched someone's deathbed with pride.

The man's face turned around, and the two people in the mirror also had slender bodies. "Really? We met in the audition. Is there anything else? I have nothing to go."

The little artist stopped him. "It's not that scene. I've seen you in other places." He smiled deeply and became more beautiful. "At his home, he showed me your film. It's very good."

The man's face turned pale in an instant, even though he knew that he had something to keep in the hands of the boy's father, he never thought that he would act like this.

"Look at how noble you are now. I didn't expect you to be so good in bed." The little artist said again, "Why, seeing me with him now, are you angry? I'm sorry, who stole your capital? Made me ten years younger."

The man swallowed his saliva deeply several times, and glanced casually at the end of his eyes, as if glancing at an unconfident fool. "Yes, I admit, I did, what's the matter?"

"You..." The little artist turned his head and looked at him out of the corner of his eye. At this moment, he felt that his wishful thinking seemed to be wrong. This man didn't look as weak as he looked.

"Excuse me, am I breaking the law?" The man looked at his young face, it was indeed beautiful, and the skin firmness was impeccable, "I was in a relationship with him at the time, and now we have no relationship, why should I be angry? ?”

"Because you are jealous." The little artist said furiously, "You are jealous that he praises me but not you, you are jealous..."

"I'm sorry, I'm not as boring as you." The man didn't even want to give him a straight face. In contrast, the two judged, "The people who come here are all planning to compete. To be honest, your singing is terrible. Even if he praises you to the end, he can't make all the judges and mentors choose you as the champion against their will. You are not a singer."

The little artist also turned his face sideways, as if showing him his appearance.However, his momentum was defeated, and he felt that what he said just now was superficial and arrogant.

"The voice condition is very poor, and you can't breathe. You'd better let him praise you to act. If your acting skills are not good enough, you will have nowhere to go. The man said, even in terms of age and appearance. On the one hand, I have no advantage, and I don’t allow myself to be trampled, “If you want him to praise you, do it as soon as possible, everyone will grow old, and so will you. If you really like him, change someone else, he is a piece of trash. "

"What do you mean?" The little artist was poked into a sore spot, and his own strength is not good enough, "Don't think I can't understand, the person who came with you is not an assistant, right? I have seen his photo, he is his son. You Even the family's son has been put to sleep, is it a change of capital?"

The man turned his face this time and looked at the little artist's face in puzzlement. Only ten years have passed. Whether the circle has changed or the people in the circle have changed, everything makes him feel ridiculous. "In your eyes, do all people have to have the capital behind them? Yes, he is not my assistant, he is my lover, he is indeed my capital, without him, I will not come back today. You this His appearance only makes me feel pitiful, since you like him so much, then I wish you two a long life and never break up."

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