I really don't want to be red

Chapter 1736 The Story Behind

Pop, rock, classical, plus symphony mixed style, unexpectedly nice.

Refreshing.

The song has a strong classical style, but the melody and rhythm are very catchy, with strong pop elements.

Not to mention the majesty of the symphony and the rebellion of rock and roll.

Many people can hear the rebellion in the song with helplessness, and there is an indescribable sense of trouble.

It seems that something is destroyed, but there is nothing I can do. I can only watch these things being lost, but in the end I have to be full of hope and longing for life.

Many people find it very strange why there is such ambivalence.

On the stage, under the spotlight, An Ran is the absolute protagonist.

The two old men behind were also radiant.

Whether it is the winner of the Golden Melody Award or the winner of the Best Singer tonight, none of them can hide the light of An Ran.

After one loop, the song is actually over.

But An Ran became interested. Although the song was not sung, after playing the chorus part with the electric guitar, it was directly brought into "Symphony No. 40 in G Minor".

With the assistance of the two masters, I played Chapter 1 again in a popular way.

It's almost the same piece of music, but because of the addition of a few more popular instruments, the effect immediately becomes different.

The rhythm is more lively, and the sense of contradiction in it is more intense.

The audience at the music festival listening to it is going crazy.

"It's great, it's great..." Miles had lost his language ability, and didn't know how to express his inner excitement.

He has no other way to describe Enron's performance other than "great".

When everyone found that An Ran was at the end of the song, it was directly substituted into the symphony.

The audience screamed one after another, countless people stood up, and thunderous applause sounded again.

There is only one person in the flash.

That is Enron.

All the reporters squatted under the stage to take pictures.

An Ran with the lights above his head has sweat on his forehead, but from this angle, he looks more unruly and wild, he is the absolute king.

The atmosphere of the music festival was completely ignited by An Ran.

Everyone swayed to the rhythm of the music.

Mai Liwen stared angrily at An Ran on the stage, her murderous aura spread everywhere.

On the other hand, An Ran, whether it was intentional or unintentional, looked at her and seemed to wink at her.

Mai Liwen's cup is a little bigger in anger.

He looked fiercely at An Ran on the stage.

Finally the song ends.

Cheers erupted from the stage, and the applause lasted for two to three minutes.

Everyone had a look of admiration on their faces.

Mancini and Rioster walked to the front of the stage. They seemed to deliberately highlight An Ran's position, standing on both sides of him, and followed An Ran to bow to the stage.

This caused another wave of applause.

Then the people from the symphony orchestra also came to the stage.

Edith stood aside, too embarrassed to get in the way.

The cheers and applause continued, and he could only applaud helplessly on the side.

Elek's face in the background turned blue. The damn time has passed, but the live broadcast signal cannot be cut off just like that.

The program director behind the TV station who was preparing to broadcast had already called his mother several times to greet him.

But now the ratings are very good, and it can't stop there.

If it stops, this music festival will not be anticlimactic, and it will cause dissatisfaction among the audience.

All difficulties have to be borne by themselves.

I am afraid that no matter how good the ratings are, I will inevitably be criticized.

What's worse, the person who was framed by a group of them became the absolute protagonist of the music festival in the end.

Who is this Nima talking to?

After finally waiting for the applause to stop, Miles rushed forward impatiently.

Edith's face turned green.

You group of people, do you think that the host of Lao Tzu does not exist?
Miles snatched Edith's microphone over, "Mr. An Ran, you are the greatest musician I have ever seen. Your songs and music are definitely the best in the world."

"Thank you for the compliment." An Ran smiled and said, "Without Mr. Mancini, Mr. Rioster, and brothers and sisters like the symphony orchestra, I would never have been able to perform so well."

"The success of today's performance is not due to me being the first person, but to everyone!"

How nice it sounds.

There was thunderous applause from below.

Rioster came over and said, "Don't dare to take credit for it. From the beginning to the end of this song, Mr. An Ran is leading us. Everyone must be able to hear it, so don't be humble."

There was a burst of laughter from below.

But it is.

An Ran's guitar performance is like a galloping general, and everyone follows him in the charge.

Miles said: "Mr. An Ran, I really want to know the lyrics of this song. What are your lyrics? I want to know if they are the same as what I think."

An Ran nodded and said the lyrics in Xizhou language.

"Oh my god, great lyrics, no?"

"Yes, but I don't quite understand it, it seems to contain some allusions."

"Yes, Prince, I know what it means, but what does the glass slipper mean? What does it represent? Apple is poison, and it seems to mean something."

"Yes, actually, I think there seem to be many hidden stories in his lyrics."

Miles also has the doubts in these lyrics.

"Mr. An Ran, what does the apple represent? Dangerous love?"

An Ran was taken aback for a moment, and thought about it carefully.

By the way, there seems to be no fairy tales like "Snow White" and "Cinderella" in this world.

Fairy tales are the old ones until now.

This kind of classic fairy tale that has been circulated on Earth for a long time does not exist in Blue Star.

An Ran smiled and said, "Actually, both the apple and the glass slipper are beautiful fairy tales."

"Oh?" Miles said, "I heard that Mr. An Ran is also a writer, so is this your new story?"

"You can put it this way!" An Ran said, "These are fairy tales written for children."

I am Nima.

Do you still write fairy tales?
The audience below are dumbfounded, you are too vigorous to cross boundaries.

One foot to the east, one foot to the west.

It's unacceptable.

Miles said: "Then I won't ask too much here. I hope that Mr. An Ran's fairy tale creation will be completed soon, so that everyone can have a look at it."

"no problem."

Isn't it a matter of minutes?
Ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past Edith's heart.

You should be done asking now, right?

Came here to take the microphone.

Myers smiled at him, "I still have a little problem, it won't take too much time, Mr. Edith, I don't think you will be angry, right? Don't spoil everyone's fun."

"No!" Edith laughed.

No wonder, I'm about to die of anger, okay?

Damn it, I'm the host, okay?

Be yourself!

(End of this chapter)