Country Composer

Chapter 7
The judges looked down on Ma Xiaoshu at first, but this sentence just now cheered them up. This is... what song?

Although this guy is average in appearance and has good singing skills, his voice is not bad, and his songs are good.

They looked expectantly and listened attentively.

What about the back?
But Ma Xiaoshu froze again, his eyes blurred, as if he was distracted in class.

Yes, what about the back?

And what the hell only came out two sentences, fuck me, right?

One second, three seconds, ten seconds...

Finally, a judge raised his hand.

Ma Xiaoshu came back to his senses: "Ah! This judge please speak."

Humph? ?

The middle-aged judge was taken aback, looked at the three laughing colleagues, and said, "Thank you for allowing me to speak! Ma Xiaoshu, right? Whose song is this? If you can't remember the lyrics, you can take out your phone Take a look."

The other three judges followed suit.

Not that they are kind.

In fact, these two sentences of Ma Xiaoshu aroused their curiosity, this is a song they have never heard before.

Ma Xiaoshu scratched his head, and said honestly: "The lyrics? I haven't finished writing it yet, let me think about it later..."

Come out now!

He was in a hurry.

It's not important to be ashamed, and it's not important to be eliminated. Ma Xiaoshu just wants to "take out" the song, just like "When You", just a dozen lines.

The four judges looked at each other, an original song?
nice!
It was worth wasting some time, they continued to wait.

However, Ma Xiaoshu racked his brains and couldn't think of it, so he grinned: "Can't remember! Let's forget it, I'm hungry. Goodbye!"

What?
The judges are not calm anymore, you look at me and I look at him.

hungry?

Stop singing?

It whetted our appetite, but you patted your ass and left?

This is the audition stage for "Shining Boys". Do you think it's a public toilet?Come and go as you want?

The barrage of the live broadcast is also flying:
"Isn't this the guy who sold snacks just now?"

"He looks so dazed."

"Stay? Breaking the law?"

"This is definitely an actor hired by the show crew!"

"Original?"

"It's too fake."

"These two sentences are actually quite nice!"

"God, I'm hungry, goodbye."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Why is he really gone???"

Ma Xiaoshu was indeed hungry, handed the microphone to the staff, turned around and left very decisively.

The middle-aged judge was in a hurry: "Stop!"

This stage never lacks players who can sing well, and there is no shortage of players who are good-looking, but what is most lacking is players who can write songs.

In fact, it's not just "Shining Boys", the whole music scene is the same.

Therefore, this program has a certain preference for contestants who can write songs.

Ma Xiaoshu came back blankly: "Master, is there anything else?"

The middle-aged judge has a heart attack: "..."

The female judge at the side said: "Ma Xiaoshu, are you too nervous to remember, or is this song not fully written?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "It's not finished, so forget it."

Another judge: "No, no, no! Hum roughly what you wrote, and we'll listen to it briefly. Sing whatever you want!"

Ma Xiaoshu was a little irritable, she knew that she would not come to the audition, and blamed Gou Fugui: "Okay... let's go, then I'll sing nonsense!"

"take it easy."

The judges really couldn't keep up with the rhythm. They thought Ma Xiaoshu forgot the words because of nervousness. Who would come on stage to sing a song with only two lines?

Must be nervous.

Ma Xiaoshu wasn't nervous, but simply dumbfounded.

Now that things have come to an end, I can only sing blindly, so hurry up to finish fooling them and go to dinner.

I'm starving!
He dug out the fragmentary lyrics that he had previously unlocked and made up:

"I once dreamed of walking around the world with a sword, and seeing the prosperity of the world, uh~ experienced life...life, people, life is short and fast? Ah...don't stop until you get drunk! Draw a knife to stop the water and let it flow again, toast Sorrow, worry, worry... dili lili di lili da da, di li li li di li li da da..."

As Ma Xiaoshu sang, he felt numb, and his eyes became more and more erratic.

What the hell am I singing about?

Slowly, Ma Xiaoshu put down the microphone in his hand.

Sorry for being ugly.

There was no sound at the competition scene.

Several judges are also in a state of confusion, what is this guy doing?
Seeing that no one spoke, Ma Xiaoshu picked up the microphone again and said, "Oh Wall~"

Middle-aged male judge: "What?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "English."

The middle-aged judges couldn't do it anymore: "English, hey, shit...cough cough! I personally appreciate these two lines of your song, and the last few lines are also good. But, they are not the same song, right?"

Ma Xiaoshu was confident and confident: "It's all said and I haven't written it well, you insist on letting me sing."

Blame me?
A middle-aged judge took a deep breath, and finally emotions overcame reason, and said: "Yes, yes, we are too anxious, okay? I think you can go to the training camp and write this song slowly..."

Another judge suddenly interrupted: "No, Lao Zhou, is he worth a promotion card?"

"Why is it not worth it?"

"Isn't this breaking the rules?"

"He writes pretty well, and his voice is pretty good."

"Indeed, he is a relatively talented young man."

"But his performance is not valid. If he is selected, what do other people think?"

"I don't care what they think!"

"Old Zhou, can you be more professional?"

The four judges quarreled fiercely, two wanted Ma Xiaoshu to advance, and two opposed it.

That old Zhou was quite young, and he was on top.

When you fucking chose hormones and jerks, I felt as disgusted as I ate flies, but did I say a word?

Why do you care about me!

Ma Xiaoshu was even more confused. He didn't know these judges, and he didn't want to go to any training camp. Summer vacation was coming soon, and he had to work part-time to earn tuition.

He said: "Teacher? I don't want the promotion card. Let me go? I'm really hungry."

This is the first time I see someone who doesn't want a promotion card.

The quarrel is suspended.

The judge surnamed Zhou said: "Where should I go? My promotion card, I will give it to whoever I like!"

Ma Xiaoshu: "No, teacher! I have to work part-time during the summer vacation, so I don't have time to be on your show..."

He is really not moved.

It's not that I can't tell the difference between watermelon and sesame, and I gave up being a star in order to work.But Ma Xiaoshu was very sober, knowing that even if he went, he would be killed by cannon fodder.

Lao Zhou stuffed the promotion card into Ma Xiaoshu's hands, and said simply and rudely, "Hold it to me! There are professional teachers in the training camp who can teach you how to write songs."

I use you to teach me to write songs?
No, we write songs with a different logic.

Ma Xiaoshu looked down at the rules introduction on the promotion card: "It's really unnecessary, I don't want to learn too much, and being a celebrity is not my pursuit... Eh? Food and lodging included?"

"Yes."

"Is there still salary? 20 yuan for 3000 days?"

"Yes. You must come!"

Lao Zhou was in a hurry, but it wasn't because he was eager for love and talent, it was just a slap in the face.

At this time, the director was communicating with him in the headset: "Old Zhou, Lao Zhou, don't choose this contestant, he was just outside..."

I went to Nima!
Lao Zhou threw the earphones away.

The more you don't let me choose, the more I want to choose him.

(End of this chapter)