Entertainment live broadcast: I rely on a poor song to get out of the circle

Xu Cong never thought that he would be so liked by the old lady.

He coughed twice, and then took out the USB flash drive in his hand and showed it in front of everyone.

"Grandma, this is my latest tune, and I'm here to make good on my promise.

As soon as these words came out, all the attention of the audience was focused on the USB flash drive.

Several of the old ladies still had a slight suspicion in their eyes.

"Is it really fake? Xu Cong, you can't lie to us, right? We old ladies don't deceive!" "Is

there a song in this USB flash drive, you said it is your new song? It's only been a few days, how can you make

a song?" "I heard people say that it takes ten days and half a month to just say a song, and some classic songs even take up to a year, so your speed is too fast."

After the old lady's reminder, everyone showed suspicious eyes.

Xu Cong hurriedly waved his hand and explained: "I'm a professional singer, and I can create a song casually, but I don't know if you like this song or not."

Hearing this, the old ladies became even more suspicious.

At this moment, the old lady Bai walked out of the crowd.

Pulling up his throat and starting to host, "That's it, anyway, we don't have any new songs to dance now, why don't we plug this USB flash drive into it and listen to it, if everyone likes it, how about helping to promote it?"

"No problem, if this is a good song, of course we will help promote it."

"That's right, I also have a few old sisters in their house in Hwaseong and they also organized a group of old women who love to dance, if this song is really good, I will definitely recommend it to the group!"

After listening to the conversation of several people, Xu Cong was proud in his heart.

It seems that he has made the right move.

If you follow the normal process, you will waste a lot of time composing a song.

In addition to the promotion of the new song, the packaging of the song, and the final finalization, a lot of time will be wasted in these links.

And what I lack most at the moment is time.

Find old ladies to help publicize and increase your popularity, so that you can quickly get entertainment value.

Thinking of this, Xu Cong couldn't help but be even more happy.

"Okay, then let you try it!" Surrounded

by the old ladies, Xu Cong plugged the USB flash drive into the speaker.

After pressing the play button, a cheerful music came out of it.

"What kind of song is this? Why don't you seem to understand it?" As soon as she finished listening to two sentences, an old woman with glasses frowned.

"yes, this melody seems to be a bit messy...", another old lady quickly chimed in.

"What apples are not apples, there is no melody at all. Mrs. Bai added, "This rhythm is okay!"

Hearing this, the old ladies began to doubt Xu Cong's professional ability.

But on second thought, it's nice to be able to create a complete song in such a short amount of time.

As for the quality of this song, we can't force it too much.

There was a slight suspicion on the faces of the old ladies, but Xu Cong was not in a hurry, with a calm look on his face.

Speak slowly: "Keep listening. "

At the end of the song Little Apple, everyone, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to say about it.

"Little Apple" is a song sung by the Chopsticks Brothers, written by Wang Taili, and is the promotional song of the movie "Old Boy: The Dragon Crossing the River".

For the sake of face, several old ladies didn't say anything too ugly.

"So young people need to calm down and listen, a song like this has no quality, isn't it a waste?"

"Yes, although the melody of this song is not very good, the rhythm is okay, if you take it to transform it, maybe you can save it."

Regarding the old ladies' questions, Xu Cong did not answer much.

He turned around and pressed play again, "Listen again."

"Okay, just listen!" said Mrs. Bai helplessly.

Continue to listen to this second time, purely for the sake of Xu Cong's face.

If it's an average friend, I won't listen to it a second time.

After the second song, everyone's faces did not ease, but became more solemn.

"Okay, okay, let's continue dancing, Xu Cong, do you want to stay and dance

?" Xu Cong said again: "Do you want to listen to it again?"

This time several old ladies decisively refused.

"No, no, we old ladies are very short of time, hurry up and square dance. "

Let's say it, Mrs. Bai decisively pulled out the USB flash drive and returned it to Xu Cong, and then pressed the play button.

A moment later, a few classic square dance songs slowly came out of the stereo.

In a short time, the old ladies had already come to their respective positions and began to move.

Not long after the event, the music stopped abruptly.

"What's going on

?" "What's the situation? Who moved our speakers?"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes were focused on Xu Cong.

I saw him holding a speaker in his hand and showing a triumphant smile.

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you!" The

next second the song came from the speakers.

"You kid... Really

!" "Let's see how we clean you up later, you wait for us!" said

this, but his feet were already moving.

Quickly get into the groove with the rhythm of the little apple.

What the old ladies never expected was that this song with a strange melody sounded so suitable for a jump in the square.

At the end of the song, someone even proposed: "One more song!"

Xu Cong ran over with a smile on his face and pressed the repeat play button for them.

This jump is more than half an hour.

When the old ladies couldn't dance, they returned to Xu Cong during the break.

"I said that you kid is quite good, although this song doesn't sound very good, but dancing has a different flavor!" Xu

Cong hurriedly scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "How can there be? It's not because grandma you dance well, otherwise where would this song play such a big role?" Xu Cong's

words caused a burst of laughter from the grandmothers.

"You kid... Just your sweet mouth!"

"By the way, I said Xu Cong, what's the name of this song?"

asked an old lady in the crowd.

Xu Cong tilted his head and thought for a moment, and quickly said the name.

"Why don't you call it Little Apple, this song is cheerful and sounds like you can't help but want to laugh, it's as happy as Little Apple, what do you think?"

Xu Cong's words were supported by the grandmothers.

"That's

a good name, my granddaughter must like it!" "By the way, doesn't your granddaughter also like to square dance? Next time you call her out for

a dance?" "Why don't we make up a few movements of this song, make it into a dance, and use it when our granddaughter goes to kindergarten to perform the show?"

"This proposal is good, I agree, let's just do it!" The grandmothers immediately began to act.