Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

The day after receiving the gift is the day of the competition.

In order to chase stars on the spot, Ge Qiao slipped out of the office before five o'clock, arranged a high-sounding excuse for himself, and left work early.

Hu Zhinan had been asked to contact Hu Shiwei before. This little girl showed great interest in all kinds of performances and stars, so she agreed without saying a word.She was even more excited than Ge Qiao, and she asked director Zhu Zan to do her homework, and the three of them exchanged information excitedly when they met downstairs in the TV station.

Hu Zhinan looked at the long line in front of them who were signing nondisclosure agreements and putting on entry bracelets one by one, turned his face and asked, "Which group of Zhong Mingcan's team will appear first?"

Ge Qiao also leaned forward. There was a huge flow of people in front and behind, and the hall was full of voices. He had to raise his voice: "He didn't tell me."

Hu Shiwei joined the conversation: "Don't you know yet? I asked Zhu Zan. They drew lots to decide the order half an hour before the recording, and only the first scene was voted by the audience. We can only hear the blind vote after we go in. Sounds, it looks like the stage is empty."

"What do you mean you can only hear the sound?"

"That's what the trailer said, 'Use your voice to decide the outcome'!" Hu Shiwei felt a little betrayed, "You didn't even watch the trailer, did you come here?"

Ge Qiao and Hu Zhinan were speechless.Not only did they watch it, they watched it four times in a row.

But Ge Qiao still hadn't heard of this strange new rule, but it was related to Zhong Mingcan's game result, so he had to figure it out thoroughly.He endured the contempt in Hu Shiwei's eyes, and continued to ask: "Only the first scene has a live audience?"

"Well, Zhu Zan said that the popularity of the show is not enough now, and everyone has no basic understanding of the level of these music producers who have just entered the industry. The popularity of these singers also varies. He is afraid that people will vote based on popularity in the end, and they will not take it seriously. Listening to the works, so I came up with such a new pattern, this is probably the best way to let everyone notice the newcomers..."

The first performance only allowed the audience to vote blindly. When the show starts, the audience in front of the TV will instead have a skeptical attitude towards the quality and achievements of these works because they have lost their sense of participation. Use social platforms to express your views.In this way, it can bring more attention to the work.

Do the opposite, be smart.

Ge Qiao felt a little surprised, he didn't expect Zhu Zan to come up with such a level of harm.

"This is very unfair to Zhong Mingcan!" Hu Shiwei said angrily, "With his face, he can definitely attract a lot of fans!"

Ge Qiao was delighted when he heard it: "Yes, yes, he has a fan club, and there are hundreds of people."

Hu Shiwei was as shocked as Ge Qiao who had just found out about it: "What?"

But after all, she has been in the fan circle for a long time, and she adapted very quickly, and directly took out her mobile phone: "Tell me their Weibo names, I want to follow them!"

While Ge Qiao was wearing an admission bracelet for himself, he helped Hu Shiwei find the Weibo account named "Zhong Mingcan Fan Support Club". He also took a special look at it, and the number of followers had already exceeded [-].

As a qualified media worker, he was suddenly a little worried about this group of fans. Their idols don't have Weibo, they don't know how to do business, and they don't work in front of the screen. How hard will it be to chase stars in the future?

The audience has entered.

The heating in the program recording hall was very high, perhaps because the lights on the stage also emitted the same heat. Ge Qiao sat in the crowd, desperately absorbing the thin oxygen in the carbon dioxide blowing from front to back, and felt that breathing became difficult up.

He couldn't help sending Zhu Zan a message, complaining about the TV station's treatment of viewers: "Turn off the heating in your hall!"It's almost heat stroke!

By the way, another follow-up: Which one will Zhong Mingcan and Dong Linzhi play first?

Zhu Zan was probably too busy at this time, so he had no time to pay attention to Ge Qiao.He waited for a while until the lights in the auditorium were dimmed, but he still didn't get a reply from there.

The on-site director commanded the order of the audience, yelled hoarsely how to use the voting devices in everyone's hands, and emphasized three times, "Show more expressions at the beginning of the performance, be intoxicated or moved, and the camera will capture it", Finally exhausted and walked away.

"It's started, it's about to start!" Hu Shiwei moved closer to Ge Qiao's ear, unable to hide his excitement.

Sure enough, as Hu Shiwei said, the stage was empty, the LED screen was still gorgeous, and the host was still working hard, but the opening music had already been played, and the title sponsor had been introduced. The host said, "Next, everyone. The audience relaxed and enjoyed the No. [-] work together, "Yesterday" by The Beatles, the wonderful collision of ballads and hiphop music" and then walked off the stage without mentioning the names of the performers at all.

The lights on the stage were completely dimmed, and it was impossible to see anything for a while.

When they saw the light again, there were many more people in the center of the stage, they were adjusting the instruments in their hands and the computers on the DJ stage.

"It seems to be a live accompaniment." Hu Shiwei came over and explained in time, "Look at the big curtain, the singer is probably standing behind singing, and we can only see a silhouette."

She suddenly said "Hey", as if thinking of something: "Can you recognize Dong Linzhi from his body shape? We have to know which one is her before we can vote!"

Ge Qiao said, "I'll tell you when it's their turn."

Hearing how confident he was, Hu Shiwei opened his mouth, but finally nodded obediently without saying anything.

After all, he, Ge Qiao, is a fan with his own cheats and an audience with a deep background.

Even though no singer appeared, the stage was not deserted.

The background picture with lyrics written on the LED screen is scrolling, and the beautiful cursive characters are also very clear for people to see.The live band stands on the lifting platform in the center of the stage. At first glance, it looks like a modern symphony concert.There is a DJ booth on one side of the lifting platform. The people on the stage gestured to the drummer of the band, and the performance began.

This process was repeated five times back and forth. The host's cutscenes were very simple, and there was no interview with the singer and producer, just announcing the number of the next work and the name of the song.

Clean and tidy, with absolutely no room for teasing.

Unknowingly, the expressions of the audience became more and more cautious, as if they had really become the decision makers with great power, and a button on the voting machine decided the fate of the dozen or so performers who had not yet appeared.

Ge Qiao was a little drowsy under the double pressure of the heating and the atmosphere, but he still couldn't help complaining to his cousins: "Zhu Zan is suitable for the path of documentaries, this kind of entertainment program is really not suitable for him."

Finally arrived at the last stage.

Ge Qiao immediately sat upright, and there was only one group left. He knew that this group must be Zhong Mingcan and Dong Linzhi, raised his elbow to poke the people on the left and right, and gave him a wink.

"Mr. Dong, it's time for you to take the stage."

Dong Linzhi, who was staring at the live broadcast screen in a daze in the lounge, heard his name and stood up, because his legs were still slightly numb after sitting for a long time.Zhong Mingcan next to him also stood up, and the two looked at each other, and Dong Linzhi suddenly laughed.

"Don't be nervous, why do you look more nervous than me?"

Zhong Mingcan categorically denied: "I didn't."

Dong Linzhi smiled even more happily: "Don't worry, I won't screw you up."

Then, she raised her hand to press Zhong Mingcan's shoulder, and said firmly: "I wanted to say it just now, and I have a hunch that the champion is yours."

A sweet female voice sounded outside the door again: "Teacher Dong, please hurry up."

"Has no one ever told you that you are a genius? Geniuses don't need to be humble, what should be yours is yours." Dong Linzhi spoke the truth, but her tone always sounded like she was joking.She adjusted her collar and skirt, even though the audience couldn't see her outfit, but in order to make herself more involved in the play, she still put on women's pleats[Note].

Going out through this door, she is Zhao Shouzhen and Xue Xiangling whose lives are estranged.

Behind the curtain, there was silence, leaving her alone.

When the lightning and thunder sounded as a prelude, she still had time to turn around and glance at the huge screen. The screen was imitating the appearance of a rainy night, dark and dull, with fine rain streaks streaking across the screen in one piece, under the dizzy light. It looks a little more real when dyed.

Dong Linzhi looked away, and through the shadowy curtain, he saw the blurred outlines of the audience and his own dark gray shadow outlined with a light brush.

She suddenly remembered the first vocal music class she had taken many, many years ago. How old was she at that time, six years old?seven years old?The vocal teacher sitting in front of the piano with stern eyes was very dissatisfied with her show off just now. He is a man in his 30s with a big belly, and he is full of righteousness at such a mature age.

The vocal teacher always said to her: "Your voice is very good, but why do you sing so emotionlessly?"

What kind of feelings?The young Dong Linzhi thought that singing was just singing, and when he sang it, the treble went up and the bass went down, so it was fine if he didn't lose his tune.

"Look at this, how many times have you baked rice cakes at grandma's house, this section is so warm, you have to sing that warm feeling, use your love for grandma and mother, and do it again..."

However, over and over again, Dong Linzhi's love for his grandmother and mother has long been exhausted.

"No way, Lin Zhi, your singing really has no soul, it's too dry and has no appeal."

"Do you want to be a singer? Do you want to be on stage?"

"Then will you still talk to yourself like this? Sing to yourself?"

The vocal music teacher became more and more angry, seeming to have forgotten that this was a six or seven-year-old girl, and Dong Linzhi still couldn't understand what he said: "Singers without souls can never get out of the room where they are confined. No matter how many they have I can only hear what I want to say, no one cares what they mutter in the room, there is no audience, no friends, no confidant. Lin Zhi, do you want to be such a person?"

After that, many years passed, so long that her memory was blurred, so long that she couldn't remember the appearance of the vocal teacher, so long that she even thought for a moment that this passage was just an incomplete part of her mind. conjecture.

The first sound of the Beijing drum came out, which was soul-stirring.

Then sing it.

Dong Linzhi, with your soul, you have lived for so many years, don't you have anything to say?

"I'm afraid that the spring will fade away in the flowing water, and I'm in a different mood."

Let's start with ten years ago.Until then, I have no worries, no different from you.

Ten years ago, I debuted, became a singer, and stood under the dazzling spotlight.At that time, I was not alone, there seemed to be someone beside me.

"The beautiful scenery that day suddenly changed, and the sun suddenly faded like falling into the west mountain."

"The bridal sedan chair must have been crude and simple. I felt that the sky was dim and the ground was dark. I could hear the sound of the wind, the rain, the thunder, the music faded, and the voices of people shouting."

It is said that the road to fame is difficult, isn't it? Everyone knows that the uphill road is always more fuel-intensive than the downhill road.It's not that I wasn't mentally prepared, but at that time no one told me that this dangerous and steep uphill road was so difficult to walk.

"It's said that it's raining heavily..."

Eight years have passed since this patience.

"I only know that wealth and honor are destined for life, but who knows that the number of lives will be clear in an instant."

"I think back then I used to act coquettishly, but now even if I don't remember the past."

Eight years later, I left the company, so naive, I made a choice on my own...

and then?

"This is also a lesson from God. He taught me to put away the remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, and reform myself, change my love, stop falling in love with the passing water, turn around from the sea of ​​bitterness, and realize Lanyin early..."

There are so many rich people in the world.

[Note] Female plain pleats: There are two types of female pleats worn in Tsing Yi business: floral and plain. Female floral pleats are mostly worn by ladies, and the costumes are embroidered with flowers.Plain pleats represent Xiaojiabiyu.

[Note] Dong Linzhi and Zhong Mingcan's R&B version of "Suo Lin Nang" lyrics are all from the Peking Opera "Suo Lin Nang", reinterpreting part of the meaning.

The author has something to say: In fact, I originally wanted to continue writing, but in the end I still think it is most appropriate to stop this chapter here.

So... I actually updated again! !Call for your hard work! ! !