evening tide

Qian Zhinan and Lu Qianping sat in the viewing area, the live broadcast equipment was connected to the live signal, the cold-colored lights surrounded the steel-style stage, the large screen and platform with a sense of technology, the four instructors were not yet in place, the host led the audience to warm up field.

"Attention everyone, in order not to affect the performance of the teachers, please don't make any noise during the viewing process, and turn your mobile phone to silent state."

"Then please look at my gestures. If I raise my hand later, everyone please applaud. If I raise my hand twice, please cheer. Be as enthusiastic as possible so that the teachers can see everyone's support, okay? "

The on-site director began to mobilize the atmosphere of the audience and recorded some reactions in advance.

Qian Zhinan smiled, and exchanged meaningful glances with Lu Qianping.

After the movie-watching discipline was announced, the audience felt a little impatient, because they had already waited outside for an hour, and they sat for another hour when they entered the scene.

At this time, commotion came from the area near the passage on the right side. The auditorium looked over and heard someone whispering over there: "Su singing, Su singing."

Su Chang is here, so it's not far from the recording.

After adjusting the lighting a few more times, and after the screen was fixed to the background of the program logo, the director finally picked up the microphone and said, "Be quiet, everyone, we are going to record."

The experienced host came on the stage and heated up the stage with witty words in a few or two times. Regardless of the backache from sitting, the long-suppressed excitement of the audience finally came to the brows.

The first ones were the four mentors. The lights dimmed, leaving only a few beams of swimming blue light, like a white whale diving into the sea. In the interlaced light and shadow, the voice of Su singing appeared.

"Sound is an indispensable part of this world. We express and communicate through sound, and get connected with others and the world. We are emotionally moved by the sounds and colors of the world, because they make up the story."

"And we are a group of people who only use voice to tell stories."

"How wonderful it is to hear the word, you only know it when your eardrums vibrate slightly."

"How wonderful it is to hear this word, you only know it when your heart trembles slightly."

"Can you listen to me? Yes, can you listen to me?"

The voiceless sound was silent, the audience suppressed their voices secretly, the drums rang out, the wind whimpered, and the familiar movie images appeared on the big screen. The four instructors constantly changed their emotions and voices in accordance with the images, recreating the classic scenes.

There are near-death fights, impassioned speeches, heartfelt heartfelt love, and shocking negotiations.

There are also sorrow, lamentation, lamentation, extreme joy begets sorrow, and happy rivers and lakes.

The 8-minute mixed cut was like a peerless master showing off his magic skills with ease, pushing the atmosphere of the scene up and down.

The audience was instantly ignited, and the cheers were endless, almost overturning the entire studio.

Even the students sitting in the viewing area had goosebumps all over their bodies. Qian Zhinan stopped grabbing melon seeds and was dumbfounded: "Oh my god..."

Amid the deafening cheers, the four instructors came out from behind the scenes.

Xiang Wan turned his head hesitantly, and was about to take a look at Chao Xin through the screen, but Xiao Qi who came trotting over said, "Teacher Xiang, hurry up, get ready."

She quickly stood up, and hurriedly clapped hands with Qian Zhinan and Lu Qianping, suppressed her anxiety, and followed Xiao Qi to the scene.

The closer we got to the studio, the more busy it was that several programs started working at the same time.

A stylist assistant passed by holding clothes, dropped a high-heeled shoe, and squatted down toward Wan, trying to pick it up.

Xiao Qi held her wrist and said, "Don't worry about it."

She didn't look back, and she didn't stop walking. She held on to the handle and didn't let go until she stood still in the background.

I checked my hair for the last time, and I could hear the first student who was going to perform had already stepped onto the stage amidst applause.

Xiang Wan suddenly remembered that Su Chang had analyzed the situation with her before the match.

Three Voices Studio has not produced any outstanding newcomers recently. Leyue is a company established by members of the old online distribution club. Zhao Yuanxi has a lot of ambitions and is very aggressive in stealing people. However, his little carrot has also produced a few dramas. The qualifications are average, and the three of them who are leading now have also produced works, and they probably have a good idea of ​​what they are good at and where their shortcomings are.

Those who are not sure are listening to the tide.

Feng Guo is a second-tier free agent in the circle, and Yang Xiaoxiang also has a masterpiece of the main character, but when Ting Chao came out of the list, Shu Qin was ranked first.

In the first round of the Free Sound Exhibition, each studio will produce a member in turn, so the first one to appear is undoubtedly the one that the studio thinks is the most eye-catching.

Su Chang even roughly guessed what theme Sansheng and Lingyue would choose for their debut, but Shu Qin didn't know anything.

She hasn't come out to run the shed yet, and she has no official works yet.

The most elusive thing is why Chao Xin put Shu Qin in the front line regardless of Feng Guo's status in the circle, and the entire Tingchao studio has no objection.

Xiang Wan regained his thoughts, and went through Su Chang's instructions again.

She said that Xiang Wan's biggest advantage lies in her timbre, if she compares performance with experience, she doesn't have much chance of winning.If other people's martial arts are sword moves, Xiang Wan's martial arts are fists.

She doesn't need fancy additions, she just quietly melts her snow-like voice into everyone's heart.

There is no need to be too emotional, otherwise it will easily damage the texture of the sound, and in order to attract the audience and show strength, the free sound exhibition will most likely go in the direction of "explosion".

Xiang Wan did the opposite, just stood, spoke slowly, and spoke slowly.

Don't even have to move your hands.

Faintly heard the instructor's comments on the stage, Xiang Wan was suddenly a little dizzy. She closed her eyes to shake off the dizziness, and heard Xiao Qi whispering in her ear: "Get ready, the teacher will get up here in a while, take your time." One point, this shelf is not very stable."

As soon as the voice fell, a voice came from the earphone.She said quickly again: "Let's go, let's go."

Xiang Wan took two deep breaths and stepped up the steps from the dark passage.

The microphone and loudspeaker seem to be embedded in her heart and cochlea. She can hear the echo in her chest. Her lips are very dry, but she dare not moisten them because she has lipstick and her throat is not in good condition. She wants to I cleared my throat, but I was already on stage, so I could only keep smiling.

It was different from what she imagined, the lights were too bright, reflected from the edge of the stage, she couldn't see anything, only a few bright headlights, no audience, and she couldn't see Su Chang and Chao Xin who were waiting for her.

She could only look at the microphone standing in the center, the only microphone she was familiar with.

Walking over step by step, standing still, stroking the microphone stand with her right hand habitually, the light dimmed, she closed her eyes slightly, and restrained her thoughts.

Quiet, quiet as no one is there.

The first thing that reached everyone's ears was a sigh. After a pause of two or three seconds, Xiang Wan's first words came out.

The sound of music spilling out just in time for the completion of her first short sentence is the violin.

Western instruments combined with her antique voice, like hands intertwined in time and space, slowly kneading the sound waves.

Everyone thought that she would be good at antiquity, but she didn't. She read a monologue from a medieval English poet.

The slim and elegant daughter of the Xiangfu recited English poems in Li Chao's voice, like dreams and illusions, like weeping like complaints, like flowers and moons, like songs and songs.

At the end of the song, the lights were brightly lit, and there was chaotic applause from the auditorium, pulling people back to the world.

Xiang Wan opened her eyes, exhaled slightly, and looked forward at the four silver seats facing her back.

The host's voice sounded, and the four tutors turned around after scoring the points.

Zhao Yuanxi, Wu Feng, Su Chang, and Chao Xin turned around slowly, looked at the edge of the stage with Xiang Wan's eyes, then raised their eyes, looked at Su Chang, and then Chao Xin.

She was wearing a white shirt with a sense of design, and wide-leg black trousers with crossed legs, which lined the curve of the high heels and slightly exposed ankles very movingly.

Her long curly hair was pushed aside, she was both charming and capable, especially when the makeup artist applied bright red lipstick on her, and when she met her cold eyes, she was ascetic but flirtatious.

"Do the tutors have anything to comment?" The host seemed to think that Xiang Wan's performance was amazing, and his voice was also smiling.

From right to left, Zhao Yuanxi and Wu Feng commented step by step.

The point is to affirm her timbre, which is very special and moving. The rest did not show too many skills, so I didn't comment too much.

When it was Su's turn to sing, she only pursed her lips and smiled, and the audience below were already booing.

Holding the microphone, Xiang Wan also smiled.

Su Chang shook his head, and started with a smile: "Wan Wan?"

The audience cheered, Su Chang turned his head to look at the auditorium, even Wu Feng turned around without knowing why, the audience suppressed their smiles, and gradually weakened their voices.

"Mm, Teacher Su." Seeing Su Chang turn around, Xiang Wan obediently responded.

Su Chang was still very gentle, but also very straightforward, and said to her: "I'm not in a good state."

"Yes." Xiang Wan's voice was a little hoarse, and he cleared his throat after speaking.

"The fluency is still a bit short, and the overall mood is a little too contained, which seems relatively flat, so I think it will be a little difficult to rate." Su Chang and Wu Feng looked at each other.

"Brother Feng, right?" She joked with a smile.

"Why, you want to peek at my score." Wu Feng gestured and clutched the small blackboard.

The audience laughed, and the host smoothed things over: "Ah, ah, the instructor can't breathe."

Seeing that the two sat down with restrained smiles, the host asked again: "Does Teacher Chao have any comments?"

Xiang Wan's heart was pounding.

"Let's talk about it together when I'm grading." Chao Xin lowered his head and turned a page of notes.

The beating heart sank instantly, and Xiang Wan lowered his eyes.

"Okay, then let's ask the tutors to show their scores. We will divide the classes according to the scores in the future. Please ask the tutors to raise the scoring boards in their hands one by one."

Zhao Yuanxi gave a score of 7.5, picked up the microphone and said, "It's the same as Teacher Su's idea, a bit flat, but overall it's still very good."

Wu Feng gave it 8 points: "I like her tone so much, it is very ear-catching and very special, I can give it 8 points."

Su sang to 7.3: "There was an obvious mistake in the fourth sentence. In the second half, the voice control was not very good, and it seemed that the fluency was not enough, and it was a bit floating."

When it was Chao Xin's turn, she was still flipping through her notes, holding up a sign with her right hand: 6.9.

It was lower than the first three, but Chao Xin has always been strict, and the audience was not surprised. The host smiled and said, "Let's listen to Teacher Chao's thoughts."

Chao Xin put down the question board, held the microphone in his right hand, flipped through her notes with his left hand, lowered his head, and spoke in a calm voice.

"The sigh at the beginning should not be a design but a mistake, because the ending sound is trembling, and it doesn't match the tone of the whole poem. There is a mic in the 30th second, and there is a small pause caused by forgetting the words at 2 minutes and 10 seconds At 4 minutes and 22 seconds, your voice is not in good condition, in order not to make a sound, you chose to be conservative and take back your emotions."

"Because the timbre is very beautiful, the completion of the whole work is acceptable, so I gave it 6.9 points."

She closed her notebook, raised her head, and looked at Xiang Wan in the middle of the stage.

Xiang Wan was also looking up at her, and the two looked at each other unexpectedly.

Chao Xin blinked, his eyes slid to the right, and he looked away.

Just looking at Xiang Wan, she found goosebumps behind her ears.

No one knows how she stared at the stopwatch just now to maintain her professionalism, and how she controlled herself from being distracted by Xiang Wan's voice.

This voice is all too familiar to her. She once murmured and called her Teacher Chao in sticky sweat, and she also stopped at the place closest to her heart and said more.

But because it was Xiang Wan, and because there might not be any Xiang Wan to meet in the future, she listened more seriously this time than ever before.

Because Xiang Yan called her Teacher Chao many times, but he never had the chance to really teach her.

With a wet heart, Chao Xin lowered his head expressionlessly, listening to Xiang Wan being invited by the host to sit down in the waiting area beside him, sniffed, opened a new page, and waited for the next contestant.