[Idol trainee] please pick me up

It is now 24 hours before the opening of the performance, and each group will participate in the final rehearsal in order according to the notification order of the program group.

However, Park Yuzhen, a member of Dazzlingyou who was supposed to appear as the last group with others, appeared backstage nearly half an hour earlier than scheduled.

"I wanted to see your performance in advance, so I came here a while earlier, and I will bring this to you by the way."

Pu Yuzhen rarely smiled shyly, holding a white foam incubator in his arms.

"Can you open it now?" Qian Zhenghao approached curiously.

"Let's wait until you finish rehearsing."

As he said this, he hugged the box in his arms tightly like a food protector, so this kind of concealed action aroused the curiosity of the teenagers even more.

"If the performance doesn't surprise me, I won't give it to you." Pu Yuzhen turned sideways to avoid Lingchao's clutches.

"It's more than a surprise, it will probably reshape your three views." Lingchao didn't want to be humble at all.

So after a short preparation, the final rehearsal for the teenagers began.

It was completely different from the stage he expected——

Although there are no special screen effects, and even the lighting design can only provide a poor chasing light, but in the performances of the teenagers, people can naturally use their brains to complete the rest of the picture.

In the darkness, the sound of the drum sounded very lightly, and the sound of hitting the rim of the drum was like an ice cone formed under the window sill falling into the water in winter.

In chasing the light is Zhu Zhengting's solo dance——

This is before the song, specially choreographed by Ding Zeren and Zhu Zhengting, in order to better show the connotation of the song.It is said that even the original composer was shocked and touched by the integrity of the stage that was added to this performance, so it was retained by the program team.

This part was completely sealed off before the performance, and Park Yuzhen was fortunate enough to get a glimpse of it in advance.

Just beating the rim of the drum according to the rhythm of the main theme of the song, but at this time it is so quiet that people can't feel the feeling of it as a pop song at all.

It is very Zhu Zhengting's personal style, but it is far from enough to surprise him with this level of performance.

Pu Yuzhen, who had become picky, held his chin and concentrated his attention to continue admiring.

Another beam of chasing light, Ding Zeren, who flew up from the side of the stage, joined the solo dance without warning like a young hero——

Although they danced the same movements, they performed completely different styles, and it was hard to tell who had the momentum over whom.

At this time, the originally thin drum sound gradually merged in layers, and the sound of other people beating the drum rim in the dark was superimposed layer upon layer, like rain falling from the eaves, and a crown of water splashed on the solid ground, like a fine of spring rain.

Not enough, not enough—

Pu Yuzhen shook his head slightly.

However, after a brief foreshadowing, the drums became dense and rumbled. The dull sound of heavy drumming and the crispness of lightly tapping the drum edge merged into the rumble of Xia Yu.

At this time, the dance also gradually changed from opposition to fusion—Pu Yuzhen could recognize the movements that merged with the official choreography.

It seems that the real worthwhile part is coming.

The drumbeats were no longer so intense and dense, but intermittently imitating the pattering autumn rain, and Ding Zeren calmly exited the stage amid such drumbeats.

Soon, the light drums at the beginning return—winter is here again.

And Zhu Zhengting, who is dancing solo, seems to have found his missing part in this dance.The drum beat stopped abruptly, and the young man jumped and danced from one side of the stage to the center of the stage, his clothes fluttering as if he would transform into the darkness and fly into the darkness in the next second.

After a short period of darkness, the lights on the stage were brightly lit——

Zhu Zhengting and Ding Zeren, who returned to the team, joined the uniform dance of knives. The teenagers in white costumes moved neatly, their voices were clear but powerful, their eyes were firm and aggressive, and the folding fans in their hands danced open and closed, faintly breaking the wind and cracking the air. Voices.

The long-term foreshadowing is only for the outbreak of this moment.

The full 4 minutes of high-burning, non-stop, did not give Park Yuzhen, the audience, the slightest chance to breathe, forcing him to burn with the teenagers on the stage.

Neither popular nor classic.

It is neither a purely Chinese style, nor is it completely westernized, but it is just a fake pandering that uses folk music as an extra to join in the fun.

Not all swans fly away from the mud lake.

——But even if these wings are broken, I will fly back to you.

Even if you don’t have artistic cells at all, you can feel the sense of story and picture through such a vivid stage, and you can understand the deep meaning hidden in the lyrics even if you don’t understand the language. This is the true meaning of the previous 60 seconds. The emotion is conveyed to the producers in foreign countries.

A confidant is hard to find, so even I, as a migratory bird, have to fly the whole winter to your side.

The spring breeze does not have to be gentle, and the teenagers have proved this with their actions.

The sound of drums is used to simulate the sound of water, the sound of water to simulate the sound of wind, the opening and closing of folding fans to simulate the powerful flapping of the wings of migratory birds, and the return of migratory birds to announce the arrival of spring, which is an appropriate and surprising metaphor.

No one is out of the picture, without any one, the current picture will be incomplete.

It can really be called a reshaping performance.

This is an extremely complex emotional fluctuation, which cannot be described by beauty, burning, or a simple monosyllabic word.

[It is impossible to win on such a stage, it is impossible to win on such a stage. 】

If other trainees see it, they will definitely have such thoughts. It is not inferiority, but the reality is too cruel, and such a gap must be admitted.

but--

"How about it?"

Park Yuzhen didn't respond.

No, it should be said that there is no response.

His eyes were out of focus, looking either in their direction or looking through them in some more distant direction.He stood there blankly, hot tears broke through the barriers of his eyes and slid down.

"Yuzhen?" Zhu Zhengting looked at him in amazement, and rushed over to hold Pu Yuzhen's shoulder without even wiping off his own sweat.

"Hey, how are you doing?" This hysterical state really made people have to worry, Zhu Zhengting gritted his teeth, and slapped him sideways.

"I—" Pu Yuzhen was beaten so stiff that he was stunned for two seconds, but he finally managed to wake up under this crisp slap, and his eyes regained clarity.He reached out and wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, looking at his tears as if in disbelief.

What's happening here?Why are you crying?Obviously, he didn't feel sadness or ecstasy.

Zhou Rui skillfully teased and changed the topic: "Why, our performance was so perfect that you finally bowed your noble head?"

Zhou Rui has long been used to Pu Yuzhen's convulsions from time to time, and naturally attributed it to the sequelae of amnesia. Although he is a science student, he can still understand the common disease of the protagonist in this novel that can occur anytime and anywhere.

Pu Yuzhen didn't intend to think about it, after all, if he had to describe the feeling just now, it would probably be like watching "Don Juan's Memories" in his head while watching such a performance.

The chaotic and rhythmless narrative is arranged in a strange way, but now I can recall nothing-but since I can't remember anything, don't force yourself to think about it.

"I'm afraid it's too early to assume that I can win."

He lowered his head and chuckled, and when he looked up again, his eyes did not have the blankness and confusion just now, but were filled with burning fighting spirit and calmness.

"So you don't really have a clue in your heart."

As a roommate, Zhou Rui must bury him.

"No, I trust my teammates."

"Then do you believe in yourself?"

"of course."

This is an unexpected and decisive answer, but it is reasonable.

Compared with the self-doubt and self-denial when he first joined the show, Park Yuzhen, who has been growing in the team, finally gained the emotion called self-confidence.

No, it's not so much about emotion as it is about setting—in order to better integrate into the roles in the team and make yourself an existence worthy of entrustment and trust, you must show a confident temperament.

"By the way, what exactly did you get?" Qian Zhenghao and Ling Chao, who were sweating profusely, moved closer to him, accepting the rubbing of the cotton handkerchief in his hand.

"Happy Valentine's Day—although it's not until tomorrow, but the holiday wishes are sent in advance!"

Pu Yuzhen picked up a few quilt paper bags in each of his left and right hands, and looked like a white-bearded Santa Claus who stood on the street and distributed gifts to children at Christmas.

Because of the rush, there wasn’t even time to pack them separately, so I had to pack them in paper bags—either freshly made chocolate bars, or ones with an unusually high cocoa butter content.People can enjoy food with peace of mind without feeling too guilty because of high calories.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, not only is it the New Year, but even Valentine's Day is here.

"Who wants to be given chocolate by an old-fashioned rough guy like you." With such disgust, he immediately opened a piece and stuffed it into his mouth—the chocolate with roasted nuts crunched between his teeth There was a crunching sound.

"After all, tomorrow I'm going to beat you to pieces, so today you must show a little bit of tough tenderness to show friendship."

Pu Yuzhen happily rubbed Qian Zhenghao's cheek with a good touch.

"We won't show mercy then."

"Needless to say."

Scared?nonexistent.However, Pu Yuzhen raised the corners of his lips slightly, and looked at them without timidity.

24 hours later, we will meet again on stage.

The author has something to say:

1) Liszt's "Memories of Don Juan" is a very difficult piano piece. "Don Juan" was originally a poetic novel by Byron, and was later adapted into an opera by Mozart. Liszt also composed a piano piece based on Mozart's opera adaptation, so this piece is very showy and has a sense of story. It is not at all inconsistent with the black and white mime, but the variability of the middle part may make people feel confused and weird if the middle part is enjoyed alone.

2) This chapter is inspired by the Fate/EXTELLACCC linkage event of the mobile game FGO... Indeed, who said that the spring breeze must be gentle and affectionate?Spring rain must moisten things silently?I just don’t know if you can buy such a stage or not hahh

3) As for the sound of drums, I thought of the idea of ​​using various drums and folk instruments in "A Bite of China" to simulate actions such as chopsticks, kitchen knives, rain, wind, and even kneading dough and beating eggs.Interested relatives can put on headphones and listen to it. In "Kitchen Symphony", you can actually hear the sound like a kitchen knife chopping a board, which is difficult to be captured on TV.The Chinese style is full of heart, and it often fits the theme very well, and the emotions are rendered just right.

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Drinking black coffee, I can’t memorize the grammar. My heart is broken. I’ll update it once I post it to change my mood. OTZ I still prefer Lengcui hanging ear coffee hehehe, after my sister Amway gave it to me, I’m addicted to it

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Seeing the extreme performance will really put great psychological pressure on the next contestant, and the fear of "absolutely not winning" will appear in the heart, and then the performance will make mistakes. This is what I have experienced before. Now I want to come Still very embarrassing.

In fact, I think that when writing articles, I will unconsciously incorporate some of my own experiences, especially some special psychological experiences, which are written inexplicably.

Including the experience of the shelf falling down during rehearsal, but the shelf is not that high, only about two meters.I heard the sound at the time, but my body didn't react fast enough to avoid it. I was hit on the shoulder with bruises and soreness and it took a week to recover.

It was really painful to be hit by an aluminum alloy material, the pain was so painful that I almost couldn't hold back my tears, but thinking of putting on makeup, I forced myself to hold back hhh after performing forcibly, the pain was so painful that I couldn't sleep that night, I felt like I was inflamed.

At that time, he was about to go on stage, and the senior's forehead was still bleeding after being hit, so he just wiped it off with a wet towel and went to perform.

So it is really possible that this kind of messy emergency is concentrated on one person, and everyone will really insist on performing under such circumstances, even if there is a big surprise on stage. Chaos will continue to act as if nothing happened. This is the most basic perseverance and accomplishment.

Because I want to chat with Fu Sheng who can't see the text, the author has something to say in the next few days, and it will probably exceed the length of the text hhhh