Entertainment starts with variety shows

Chapter 35
"I have to say that she has a very accurate positioning and is very suitable for singing this type of song." After listening to a few words, Zhao Lei gave his own evaluation.

Fang Jing shook his head, "It's a pity that she won't be able to go very far by singing other people's songs all the time, and she has fixed her own position. Don't talk about the mentor in the next few rounds, I'm afraid the audience will get tired of listening to it."

In the previous life, some singers were very popular. When he appeared on stage, fans cheered all over the sky. He was often seen appearing in various variety shows, and even went to be a mentor for others.

But if you think about his masterpieces carefully, I'm afraid you can't count the three capitals. I'm afraid this kind of person doesn't know how popular he is, and it's all due to the hype and packaging of the agency behind him.

"That's not necessarily true." Zhao Lei chuckled, "I don't have any songs to buy, as long as I have money, why not?"

"Let's put it down. People who can write good songs know music. They may not be able to sell them. It is more likely to keep them singing. Take you as an example, do you know how to sell songs?"

"You are not talking nonsense. If I am willing to sell songs, I will sleep on the bridge and distribute flyers? But there are more musicians in Xiangjiang. If you are willing to spend the capital, a few good songs are still no problem."

Fang Jing smiled. In the Chinese music scene in his previous life, Wanwan and Xiangjiang accounted for 90% of the country, and [-]s pop singers were basically from these two places. Various music awards have nothing to do with the mainland.

But this life is just the opposite, Wan Wan's culture is withered, except for a Golden Horse Award, there are no other talents at all.

Even Luo Dayou and Li Zongsheng, who have lived in an era, are gone, let alone Zhang Yusheng and Zhou Jielun.

For example, the song "Dream Chaser" sung by Yu Meng should have been written by Luo Dayou, but now it is under the name of Feng Fei, an old singer.

"Look at me"

"Don't let the world of mortals guard the empty pillow"

"Youth never dies without regrets"

"Forever Lover"

"Let the wandering footprints in the desert"

"Write down lasting memories"

"Floating Notes"

"It is the deep passion of your heart"

……

"Why are you depressed? Are you still not happy after passing?"

Yu Meng was not in high spirits when he came back, so he drank half a bottle of water in one go.Zhao Lei didn't know where he picked up the poker cards. He squatted on the ground to play train solitaire with Fang Jing. Seeing her frowning, he asked casually.

"It's okay!" Yu Meng forced a smile.

"Is it because of Teacher Li Wen's evaluation?" Fang Jing said calmly, "We all heard it just now."

3 minutes ago...

After singing a song, Yu Meng looked at the three of Han Hong anxiously. Although she felt that she sang well, the details had to be decided by her instructor. In the words of Master Huang, I don't want you to think, I want me to think.

"Yu Meng, right? The little girl is so pretty, I almost thought Wu Qian was pity when she came on stage just now!" Li Wen was the first to speak, laughing and joking.

It doesn't mean that Meng is happy, and then said: "I think you imitate well, both in appearance and voice, you are familiar with each other very well.

But we are not an imitation show, what we are looking for is the most original and beautiful voice, why don't you try to sing with your own voice? "

The more Li Wen talked about Yu Meng, the more flustered she became, and she almost cried at the end, feeling so wronged, "If I use the original sound, you will compare the original sound with me, I'm afraid there will be no chance to stand here."

"I'm sorry, but my answer is no, it's still the same sentence, this is the sound of dreams, not an imitation show."

It was not good to open the door, so Yu Meng had to force a smile and say thank you. At this moment, her heart was half cold, and she looked at the remaining two people. If one of Han Hong and Huang Xiaoming failed, then she could only go back home.

Fortunately, Huang Jiaozhu, who has always been a red-faced singer, did not disappoint her. He first affirmed Li Wen's point of view, and then said that she sang very well, young people should not be beaten to death with a stick, and give them another chance.

When I arrived at Han Hong, I thought about it for a long time, and finally gave it up because I wanted to see her behave differently in the future.

……

"Actually, what Teacher Li Wen said is not wrong." Fang Jing thought for a while, but still said it out of his heart, "The further you go, the more competition there will be, and there will be more and more powerful experts.

I suggest that you still choose some songs that test your singing skills and personal characteristics. "

In the final analysis, a singer's stage still depends on his work. How to let the audience know you before there is no work, only your voice, otherwise, even if you become popular, you will only be a traffic star.

What is a traffic star?Even if it becomes popular quickly, it cools down quickly. Once the company behind it does not operate and hype, no one will remember you in three to five months.

So in order to maintain the popularity, those traffic stars have to make some news every now and then. What if there is no news?Then take the initiative to find news, and touching other celebrities is also a way to gain popularity.

"How is it a feature? I don't know which type I am suitable for."

After speaking, Yu Meng looked at the two of them with help-seeking eyes, "Why don't you two give me a reference?"

Fang Jing...

He doesn't want to do this kind of thankless thing, so it's fine if he sings right, and he has to blame you if he sings wrong later.

"I know what level I am. Right now, I am dying. Maybe I will be eliminated in the next match. If I lose the match, I don't blame you."

See a little silence in the air.Fang Jing looked at Zhao Lei: "Ahem! He's talking to you!"

"Yes!" Zhao Lei immediately nodded and agreed, and after thinking about it in his mind, he said, "But I also have conditions. You must treat me to dinner for a week."

There is no way, now there is only 80 yuan left in my pocket, which is almost not enough for rent, let alone food.

If he didn't want to see how Fang Jing sang, he would have gone back to hand out flyers to sell the song.

"No problem, it's enough!" Yu Meng breathed a sigh of relief, she thought Zhao Lei was going to ask for something, but she didn't expect it to be a meal.

She still has seven to eight thousand living expenses from her family, plus a part of her usual savings, she still has twenty to thirty thousand. As long as she doesn't eat big meals, it's no problem to ask for a month.

She had seen Zhao Lei's musical level just now, and the applause from the audience proved it. Even Han Hong was full of praise, and it was more than enough to guide her.

"Zhao Lei, your uncle! You don't have money, do you?"

Fang Jing is furious, the train solitaire they played just now has gambling money, one game is one meal, Zhao Lei lost fourteen games to him.

"No wonder, let me tell you, obviously I don't want to play anymore, but you still insist on playing."

"How is it possible! Does brother seem to be short of money?"

Fang Jing looked Zhao Lei up and down, a pair of jeans were washed white, the original color could no longer be judged, there were several holes in the elbows and the back of the jeans, and the buttons were missing.

In his words, this is the style. It was like this when I first bought it. As for the vest inside, it is brand new.

"picture!"

"Pfft!" Yu Meng smiled, "Does he owe you money? How much, I will pay back."

Fang Jing pointed to the playing cards on the ground, "Not much, fourteen meals, two meals a day, exactly one week."

"You two have been playing cards for so long?" Yu Meng didn't know whether Fang Jing really didn't care about the game or was full of confidence.

Others were fidgeting, and they ran to the bathroom seven or eight times. There was also an older sister whose feet were shaking all the time. She was so nervous that her palms were sweaty even when she sang.

The two big brothers in front of them didn't care at all, and they were still in the mood to play cards and rice, so they really couldn't accept it.

　I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!I'm a bit busy today, I'll make up for it at the weekend, hope you understand.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)