The beginning of a small three, singing and crying water friends

Chapter 56
The venue of the festival - Dream Opera House is divided into three halls.

The largest main hall can accommodate more than 3000 spectators.

To the northeast is the concert hall, and to the west is the theater hall.

It was past seven in the evening, and the audience began to enter the arena one after another.

Although there were many people who came, most of them came to join in the fun.

They were just attracted by the gimmick of music competitions at home and abroad, and they didn't really come to listen to any concerts.

For those who don't understand symphony, almost all symphonies are in the same tune, and there is no difference.

This kind of "elegant" music is really not appreciated by ordinary people.

As the opening time of the music festival approached, the entire main hall was packed.

There are quite a few foreigners, and many well-dressed stars.

For them, this occasion is also rare.

Everyone is waiting for the opening of the grand ceremony.

"Chuhe, how are you preparing?"

Backstage, Zhang Zhe asked nervously with a dignified expression.

After two days of running-in, the band has mastered Chuhe's tune quite well, and the antique charm has also been vividly displayed by them.

The only thing that worries Zhang Zhe is Chuhe.

He hasn't heard the lyrics of this song yet. Although he has confidence in Chuhe, he is still a little flustered when things come to an end.

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Chuhe was very confident.

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Zhe couldn't say anything. He just hoped that nothing would go wrong by then.

When it comes to pop music, he believes that one of the stars at the scene counts as one, and none of them are Chuhe's opponents.

Can Symphony...

Especially on such an occasion, if you are not careful, you will be ruined.

This is definitely not alarmist.

Whenever it rises to the country, no matter what field, netizens will be extremely sensitive.

This is a good thing, but it is not a good thing for the parties involved.

The invisible pressure formed by the gathering of countless people's expectations is really not something ordinary people can bear.

Zhang Zhe regretted handing over the position of lead singer to Chuhe.

It's not that he is reluctant, but that he wants to protect Chuhe.

But it's too late to say anything now, because the music festival has already begun.

At the beginning, the Royal Orchestra of Great Britain brought you the "Symphony No. [-] in G Major"

The name alone is tall.

Even listeners who have never heard this kind of Western music have to admit that their music is indeed easy to resonate with.

Everyone is seriously appreciating the performance of the world's top symphony pair.

With a rush of violin solo, the whole piece came to the climax.

The next moment, all instruments began to show their unique charm to the audience.

A tsunami-like sound wave swept the entire hall.

Everyone held their breath and quietly enjoyed the band's performance.

Until the last chord fell, the audience burst into applause.

The excitement of this opening simply exceeded everyone's expectations.

"The combination of such western instruments does have their unique features." Zhang Zhe was also shocked.

"Each has its own characteristics." Chuhe looked at the traditional musical instruments in the practice room with some emotion, "If the music played by Western musical instruments depicts an emotion for the audience, then our traditional silk and bamboo wind instruments are for the audience. They tell stories. Either way, appeal is the only measure of music."

"It's just that in the era of fast food, few people can calm down and listen to the stories they play."

"Yeah... Times have changed." Zhang Zhe sighed.

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After the Royal Orchestra of Great Britain exited, the Storm Band from Maoxiong Kingdom appeared next.

While the lights were flickering, the violent heavy metal music exploded throughout the hall, unlike the elegance of the symphony just now.

Drums, Bass, Electric Guitar...

Instantly detonated the audience.

Chuhe frowned.

If the symphony just now could resonate with him a little bit, he really couldn't appreciate the performance of heavy metal music.

What a mess.

Of course, there were still many spectators at the scene who were driven by this crazy atmosphere and waved their arms.

The only pity is that heavy metal music is suitable for open-air carnival, and it doesn't match this relatively serious occasion.

Fortunately, the audience at the scene bought it.

"There's something about this Storm band, it's just born for heavy metal music."

"What do you think, their influence in the world can be ranked in the top 10, and more than half of the credit is due to this lead singer, which is really too strong."

"Unfortunately, there is no such powerful band in our country."

"You can't say that, there are still quite a few great people, but musical instruments are easy to learn, but good songs are rare..." Another audience member also felt a little pity.

To put it bluntly, there is no market.

Guzheng, pipa and other traditional cushion instruments are actually learned by many people.

But most of the people who learn these things are rushing to self-cultivation, and all of them are very salty.

Not many people regard this type of music as their means of livelihood.

Because there is really no market.

The performance in the hall is in full swing.

Chuhe looked at it for a while, then turned around and went backstage, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Two hours had passed, and Jiang Xiaorou, who was sitting in the auditorium, was already full of lovelessness.

More than two hours, all English songs, and from time to time will give you a bombardment of heavy metal music.

To put it bluntly, she was about to vomit.

In a daze, she seemed to hear the sound of an electric guitar entering her ears again, and Jiang Xiaorou's whole face collapsed.

I will never come to this kind of music festival again, it is simply the king of torture.

A few minutes later, the band from Kangaroo Country ended their performance.

The audience, however, was unresponsive.

The soul of heavy metal music lies in abundant emotion and extremely explosive musical expression.

But these audiences in the audience have been bombarded by this kind of music for a long time, and have become numb.

For most people, they just want it to be over so they can go home, wash and sleep.

Fortunately, there is only one last show left.

As the host, the band from your own country will perform as the finale.

With the exit of the Kangaroo Country band, the audience found that many staff members appeared on the stage.

They put pipa, guzheng and other musical instruments one by one in the center of the stage.

"What is this for? That seems to be a guqin, right?"

They originally thought that the bands in their own country would be the same as those foreign bands, playing heavy metal or symphony, but they didn't expect that the development of things seemed to be a little different.

"A new attempt? The idea is good, but on this occasion, is it really okay to take out these classical instruments?" An audience member said with some concern.

Contrary to the worries of the audience, Jiang Xiaorou is very happy now.

It's not because Chuhe is going to perform on stage, but because she really needs to listen to some classical music to wash her ears.

I can't take it anymore...

(End of this chapter)