The entire awards venue fell into silence.
Even the lighting engineer directly turned off the lights, leaving everything in darkness.
The only place with light was probably Jiang Hua's sole cheering squad.
Only a dozen or so people, holding two support banners, in the corner, a spot the cameras wouldn't even visit.
Jiang Hua suddenly laughed with relief. As someone who had been backstage for decades,
He never thought that one day he would stand center stage and sing.
Most importantly, he would even get paid for it. This was simply the dream of a working man.
3 million! How long would he have to work backstage to earn that?
As an opera person, as long as he was on stage, he wanted to perform this show well.
In his half a year at Little Hundred Flowers, he had also learned persistence from them.
Click.
The spotlight shone on him, dressed in a white embroidered suit, without any sequin decorations, no glow sticks waving for him.
His short hair made him stand out from the current mainstream.
A slightly rugged face also made him disliked by many fan circles.
Not gentle enough. What kind of male idol are you?
He stood alone on the stage. Even Jiang Hua's fans forgot to wave their glow sticks.
Zheng Qiqi covered her mouth below, watching Jiang Hua on stage.
Her eyes full of little stars. He was so handsome! Born for this stage.
...
Jiang Hua waited a bit. Why hadn't the music started yet?
The lighting engineer was also anxious. You guys weren't going to have a live broadcast accident, right? This wasn't a recording.
He hurriedly shouted, "Quick, turn on the lights, one set at a time. Don't rush."
This was the only way he could think of to divert the audience's attention.
The main lights on the stage lit up. Was Jiang Hua still that lonely figure? This time, the lights accompanied him.
Even without accompaniment, without glow sticks waving, Jiang Hua still had to perform.
"If someone asks me, I will speak, but no one comes"
"I anticipate, until helpless, having words to say, but no carrier"
"My mood is like a bottle cap, waiting to be opened"
"But my mouth is growing moss"
Cantonese, it was Cantonese.
Many old stars below widened their eyes, as if seeing the glory of the Hong Kong music scene back then.
The first generation God of Songs had retired.
The era of the Tan-Zhang rivalry, the birth of the Four Heavenly Kings.
It was actually a Cantonese song. Cantonese songs were doing even worse than Chinese music now.
Completely without accompaniment, Jiang Hua's voice directly hooked the memories of many older people.
But not including the fan circle fans present.
"This song sounds so bad. It has no rhythm, not exciting enough. It's not as good as singing his 'Quicksand'."
"Yes, yes, yes. At least I can get 'Quicksand'."
Zheng Qiqi was directly stunned. This song completely broke the current fixed music pattern.
Singing in a meandering way, the boss's singing had improved again. It hadn't reached the state of returning to simplicity yet,
But it was already top-notch first-class.
How did he do it? So young, yet singing with the feeling of being much older.
The traffic superstars in the front row also began to chat.
"The rhythm is too simple. It can be sung with one tune. This kind of song is anti-human."
"Melody, rhythm, rhyme, not a single redeeming quality. Not likable enough. Jiang Hua has also fallen into a mode of entertaining himself."
"What hope of the Chinese music scene? I think he's lost his touch."
Amidst everyone's doubts, Jiang Hua still performed alone.
Like a lonely firefly in the night, flying alone, unable to find direction.
Suddenly, the main lights on the stage lit up.
The music also started at the same time. Jiang Hua began to build up strength.
"Like suddenly singing loudly"
"Any place is like opening a four-sided stage"
"Wearing the flashiest shirt, acting very emotional"
"If someone comes to take a photo, remember to put your hands in your pockets"
...
Jiang Hua completely abandoned so-called singing skills. This was a completely real interpretation.
"This song is a bit addictive. The melody is indeed simple, but starting from this second part."
"It's a bit of a high."
The people below were also in the music industry. They understood more or less.
"What's going on? Jiang Hua is singing very casually. Does this song not have a chorus?"
At this moment, the musicians below all sat up straight.
"Emotions are out of control."
...
On stage, Jiang Hua also began to enjoy the stage. After this performance, this song would probably follow in the footsteps of "Melody" and be sealed.
For an opera person, a song that abandons singing skills is very damaging to the throat.
What he admired most was still the singing methods of Zhou, Wang, Tao, and Lin, the most scientific singing methods.
It also wouldn't put such a big burden on the throat.
Why? Jiang Hua's song was toxic.
Everyone was listening to Jiang Hua's unbridled, devilish singing, his hysterical shouting.
"You think I'm exaggerating, I exaggerate only because I'm very afraid"
"If I'm like wood, like stone, will I get attention?"
"Actually afraid of being forgotten, just amplifying it to perform"
"Very uneasy, how to be elegant"
"Does the world still praise silence? Not explosive enough"
...
At this moment, everyone in the entire venue!
Was also attracted by that lonely figure in the center of the stage.
Sweat was flowing from their pores.
The organizers' side was also crying without tears. Brother, we told you to sing any song. Even if you sang "Only Mama is Good in the World",
We would still pay.
You singing this kind of song, are you sure you're not here to ruin the show?
Best Crossover Singer, slapping the faces of the music industry big shots. Isn't this a joke?
They all had big boss daddies behind them. How could they play the next time?
At this moment, the directing team also regretted it. Why did you want both?
Just earn money well. Why do you still want ratings?
Now the ratings had been pulled up, all rushing towards breaking 3. But the capitalists in the front row,
All had dark faces. This time, they were really wrecked.
At this moment, Jiang Hua closed his eyes and began to sing in a meandering way again.
An even more suppressed part came.
"That year at eighteen, at the school dance, standing like a henchman"
"At that time, I tearfully vowed to everyone, you must see me"
"In the world, there are too many ordinary and common paths"
"Which one do you live in?"
Holy sh*t! It exploded, it broke through. This song was really toxic.
This thought surfaced in everyone's mind.
Wasn't this singing about themselves? When they were eighteen, they were also standing like henchmen.
...
"Pandering to the masses. This song is too depressing. It can't get on the charts."
Behind the stage, Fa Shi felt this song was just crap. The high notes couldn't be hit, and the whole song was very depressing.
This was a song for lunatics.
Then the next part was the soul of the entire song.
What chorus? It didn't exist. The chorus of the entire song was just that one shout.
"You think I'm exaggerating..."
He sang this chorus again. Everyone thought this song should end.
They could only say it was alright, not stunning enough, but it resonated with some older people.
That was it. The melody was simple, not stunning enough.
"Is it over? I feel the emotions are so depressing."
"Is the chorus over? It seems like it was sung with just one tune. Isn't Jiang Hua known for his arrangements? Such a letdown."
"Yes, yes, yes. Although I don't like Jiang Hua, his arrangements are quite good."
Old Xue and Zheng Qiqi also held their breaths below.
This song was good, but...
Before they could think more, this song wasn't over yet.
This song was still brewing emotions.
"Don't forget there are people, child, shouting hoarsely for you"
"Ah--------"
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