The Idol Group and the Crown

Huo Jian wasn't awake at all, and at this time his mind was full of irregular trembling.

He was taken to the bus by his companions, and there were assistant teachers at the door helping to distribute breakfast bags.

Huo Jian originally wanted to sleep for a while, but when he smelled the fragrance, he was still very hungry.

The bag contained a bag of pure milk at room temperature, a bag of pork willow egg fort m, and half a corn, steaming and misty.

When Huo Jian had eaten m remember the last time it was his birthday, his memory had long been blurred.

He carefully peeled off the water-soaked wrapping paper, fearing that the hamburger would fall to the ground.

There are also trainees joking with the assistant teacher: "Teacher, are you afraid that we will become fat after eating this?"

The assistant teacher smiled and knocked on his head: "We have all calculated the calories, you can eat with confidence."

Everyone was taken out by the teacher the next day as a trainee, and the mood was quite good.

I don’t know who mentioned it, and gradually started talking about what kind of idol I wanted to be.

Huo Jian ate a bite of pork willow egg fort, bitterly swallowing them.

So far, his concept of the word "idol" is vague.

Although it is standing in the company closest to the entertainment industry, but because of the limited access area, in fact can not reach other debutants.

The base is very closed, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a large steel forest with no temperature. It is easy to forget that it is a green summer.

The company is spacious and spacious. There are posters and stage photos of popular artists in the corridor. The psychedelic lights hit the gorgeous makeup, which is unrealistic.

When Huo Jian moved in at that time, he stood by the wall for a while, trying to define a job he might do in the future.

Sing, dance, shake hands and sign with fans.

This is probably the case with idols.

For the safety of the music festival, the general performance time is set to start at two o'clock in the afternoon, but it can be high until midnight.

Trainees entered the infield under the command and stood as a small square.

It was poisonous and spicy as soon as the sun arrived at noon, and the sounds around were put up like a fort, making it more like a torture field.

Huo Jian mixed with the crowd, thinking who would come to listen to music in this weather, not even a stool.

With the release of both the inside and the outside, many people ran in and grabbed positions to compete with the zombie siege.

Some of them also carried a support cap on the top of the lamp, and even carried a large bag of banners in their mouths.

Had they not been blocked by the railings on their side, I am afraid that there would be no leftovers that had been trampled on.

Everything that happened next was outside Huo Jian's imagination.

First the host's hot spot, then an unknown band came out to sing.

At the moment when the electric guitar sounded, the hot and humid summer seemed to be ignited immediately, and the temperature and atmosphere detonated at the same time in the blazing sunlight at noon-

Then everyone started singing loudly and shaking, even if the lyrics on the stereo were not clear, even if no one knew what they were shouting.

The guitarist stepped the rhythm to the highest pitch, and then all the players started to go crazy. The audience on the stage shook with the band sound, and they were happy to liberate all their own nature.

Huo Jian has never been to a bar before. I was soaked in this atmosphere for the first time today, but I couldn't get back in the first ten minutes.

"Onemoretime!"

When he regained consciousness, he was already standing on foot with everyone, stepping on the railing frame, waving and singing, followed by an unknown number of musicians, shouting and swinging left and right, as if there was something in the depths of blood Awakening.

"Onemoretime!!"

The drums flickered like thunder and lightning, and the sound of explosion exploded, even the dust shook.

More people started high-fiving and cheering, and another singer started dancing when she came up, sweating and singing with a dozen or so dancers, becoming another leader in this carnival.

When they began to sing slow songs, thousands of people were slowly swaying together, neatly like slow-believing believers.

When they started to sing fast songs, even the security guard couldn't stop their large movements, and even started to shake their legs.

It was not until the end of the game that the trainees finally recovered one by one and were taken back to the bus by the teachers again.

Each one was sweating and dripping water in the night.

Huo Jian sat back to the air conditioner and felt his heart slamming with the drum.

"Hi or not?" The person sitting next to him laughed: "It's cool, I wish I could come and jump every day."

Huo Jian tried to control himself slowly while drinking water, and wiped his sweat and said, "Are these famous singers?"

The traffic is too expensive. It costs 60 yuan for 120m. By the end of the third day, he just went to post in the computer class, and he was basically unfamiliar with the popular things.

"Fortunately, mainly because the atmosphere is in place." The trainee waved his hand: "That's a platter music festival, five or six lines."

Huo Jian didn't understand the meaning of the platter, and thought it was the name of the festival, and secretly wrote it down in his heart.

The performance classes are loosely managed, because everyone has too many different foundations, as long as they are all on time for attendance and learning in the first month.

Huo Jian grabbed the space to make up for the piano, and even the lunch ended in the piano room the next day.

When he returned to the piano room after his dance class, he still had the self-taught "Cerny 599" in his mind.

A little bit of time was squeezed out, and in two days basically cooked.

There is no difficulty in recognizing the spectrum, as long as the ten fingers are constantly familiar with this expression, it will be the same as keyboard blind typing over time.

Waiting for the place, he suddenly heard familiar chatter and laughter.

Huo Jian lightened his pace and slowly approached the piano room.

It was Long Ji and Bo Ju playing in four hands, and they were laughing and chatting while playing the piano.

Two people sit at both ends of the piano stool, and one person controls the half-board keys. The movements in their hands seem to be smooth and easy.

The high and low sounds are interlaced and harmonious.

Long Ji played a deep and powerful low part, and Bo Jue played a brisk and high part.

Chained piano sounds are snapped together, separated and overlapped several times in just a few seconds, and there is no single fault.

Huo Jian stood at the door holding the score, and smiled bitterly for a while.

When he was in school, his inferiority complex, which grew up in his family, was still suppressed by his grades and rankings.

When he reached this place of hiding dragons and lying tigers, he was completely peeled away without covering up, and he felt stunned when he glanced inside.

He turned and wanted to go, but Long Ji just saw the silhouette through the piano.

"Huo Jian is here?" He turned and looked at the teenager: "Come and play together!"

Bo Juwen got up and smiled and said, "Come, let me see how much you have learned."

Huo Jian paused for a moment and whispered: "I didn't play well, I just started learning."

Bo Jue had walked to his side, jokingly put him on the left hand side of Long Ji, knocking with his knuckles on his head: "If you are not good, you have to practice."

"Actually, the ensemble is very simple." Long Ji smiled heartily: "Have you ever heard of "Sky City"?"

Huo Jian nodded.

"Look at these three keys," Long Ji stretched out his left hand and showed him where he put them: "la, mi, do."

"I played a bar in my right hand, and you missed a syllable, lamido, and then solfare, try?"

Huo Jian covered his left hand with his previous position and stared at his right hand.

When the brisk music sounded, the note in the left hand kept up with it, and it happened to be accurate for every transition.

After three notes were played, there was exactly one key, and then three keys.

Obviously this is the first time to play together, but the sound of the piano is also intertwined and merged like a shuffle of playing cards, as if the hands of the same person are in the ensemble.

After this section was finished, Long Jia smiled and rubbed his head: "It plays well, you are very suitable for playing the piano."

Bo Jue clasped his hands and said: "You get up, I teach."

Long Jia looked up at him, his eyes teasing: "It's not as good as I taught, you are too academic."

"What's wrong with the school?" Bo Jue glared at him, and took "Cerney 599" to pick up Long Li: "Go ahead, and then rush you out."

Huo Jian was surrounded by the two of them, and nervously and seriously played all the songs he practiced over the past two days.

After listening to silence for a while, Bo Ju turned to look at Long Ji and said: "Dare you believe it, he only learned for three days."

Long Ji curiously said: "Really?"

"Really, when he came here on the first day, he poked the keys there like a nail, not like pretending."

Although Bo Jue had a poisonous mouth, he turned around and went to find the piano score and handed it to him, and took a piece of paper to give him a lecture.

After finishing this lesson, Long Ji applauded in a coordinated manner: "Teacher Bo is good, if the enlightenment teacher is Mr. Bo, now it is estimated that it is Longster?"

Bo Jue took a sip of lemonade and suddenly remembered something: "You two know each other?"

"Yeah. Our first screening together." Long Ji squeezed back to the left of Huo Jian, forcing this stool to sit on three people: "Huo Jian, let me introduce to you, this is our group A group flower."

Bo Ju knocked over a bottle: "Who sets up the flowers?"

"I, I set up the flowers." Long Ji coughed: "I happened to be his companion for stretching legs and screaming every day."

Huo Jian was a little surprised: "You don't have a skipping rope?"

"What skipping rope?"

Huo Jian told them about things related to Pei Ru, and honestly said: "Our group spends two hours a day, he often comes to play mobile phones."

"...That was our human assistant."

When Long Ji and Bo Ju left, Huo Jian practiced the piano one by one until the evening, and stepped on the point to go to the vocal lesson.

Vocal teacher is a male teacher in his forties. He usually resonates in his chest when he speaks, and his voice is particularly thick.

The repertoire can be chosen by yourself, and the gang members take turns to sing and accept the comments and explanations from Teacher Zhong after singing.

"This little student named Huo Jian, you are very interesting."

Teacher Zhong turned the score and said, "Last time I said that you were short of breath and the sound was not in the right way. If you change it, you will change it. Today, there is really nothing wrong. If you change it, you will change it all."

Huo Jian nodded cautiously and bowed to prepare to step down.

"Don't hurry." The man lowered his head and wrote a point: "Children, your advantages and disadvantages are obvious."

"The perception is good, the sound line has characteristics, and the range of the sound is more fully practiced. The voice changer protects the throat, and it will definitely be good in the future."

"But," Teacher Zhong raised his head and said meaningfully: "You sing completely without emotion."

"No matter how good your skills are, you can only get you to the top 20."

"If you sing without feelings, you are absolutely impossible to enter the group."