don't call me singer

Chapter 1475 Who is the first to perform?
Ten hours, a little faster than expected.

It's getting to the point where I can't even write a song.

The singers in the school song competition felt as if they had just entered the arena, and then in the blink of an eye, it started to get dark.

It's night.

"Okay, I suggest that everyone take a good rest, and I will be on stage later." At five o'clock in the afternoon, Brother An came over with a microphone and reminded everyone.

At this time, many school song contest singers who were still buried in their songs raised their heads.

"I don't need a break!"

"Yes, I can continue!"

"Wait until Xiao Xiazi sings later, I'll be refreshed after a short sleep!"

Wang Haixia: "..."

Why don't you forget to complain about me at this time!

No amount of time really is enough to polish a song that is about to be performed on stage.

Regardless of their answers, Brother An walked up to Gu Xiaobai by himself, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said, "Xiaobai, don't worry about it, you are about to release a new album, but you Did you write the song well?"

Brother An counted it from beginning to end. Gu Xiaobai is already helping No.13 to change the song.

Moreover, several of them were not teammates of their team.

"Ah, I forgot..." Gu Xiaobai raised his head, then turned his head and said, "No hurry, I'll finish this first, mine, I should think about it later when I'm on stage."

Ange: "..."

This is an original match, why did you suddenly make it an impromptu match?

On the contrary, Liu Caiqi, who was helped by Gu Xiaobai, was very embarrassed: "Xiaobai, it's fine, just leave the rest to me, thank you..."

"That's right, Xiaobai, you can't use your musical instrument today... Hurry up and prepare yourself, but don't let anyone snatch No.1 away!"

At this moment, a burst of music came from one side.

Someone next to him said: "Xiaobai, hurry up and write songs for yourself, look at brother Yao, they are almost forming a complete band!"

Unlike Gu Xiaobai who helped everyone reorganize his works, Fu Wenyao used another method to increase the winning rate of himself and his companions.

He does not have the ability of Gu Xiaobai, who can help many people rewrite songs in just ten hours, but he spent a few hours gathering the musical instruments in the "Macho Team" a temporary band.

Fu Wenyao's guitar, Zhou Xianting's bass, an African tambourine, Yan Xuexin's violin, Tan Weiqi's accordion, and Ge Liya's keyboard...

It's a bit of a mix, but it's also very flavorful.

It took them more than two hours to rehearse the songs of this temporary group member. They wanted to rehearse more, but they ran out of time, and the rest could only be performed on the spot.

What they are rehearsing now is Fu Wenyao's work.

An excellent accompaniment band and arrangement, even immature music works, can become brilliant and cover up many flaws.

What's more, Fu Wenyao's composition is really good.

The most surprising thing is that there is obviously no Chinese musical instrument in this band, but after the arrangement, it sounds very Chinese.

At this time, probably to keep the lyrics secret, Fu Wenyao didn't sing the lyrics, but just hummed softly and rehearsed with the band, but everyone gradually quieted down.

"Brother Yao, this song is so good..."

"Just listening to the melody, I think it must be beautiful."

"It's strange, how can the piano and guitar be so Chinese?"

"I remember Brother Han, Feng and Dashen used to make this kind of music. All Western instruments are made in Chinese style, which is very high-end!"

"Xiaobai's "Song, Dance, Poetry", the version made by Feng He, is also in this style!"

"Brother Yao has even learned this!"

"So, Brother Yao can be a producer himself! What a brilliance!"

Fu Wenyao felt the surroundings quiet down, played a few more bars, and then stopped.

He covered the guitar in his hand, and said a little embarrassedly: "Why don't you write songs anymore?"

What do you say?
Everyone looked at him with their eyes.

Fu Wenyao smiled and said, "Okay, it should be enough after practicing like this, let's all take a rest."

Then Fu Wenyao walked over to Gu Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, you are finally planning to write your own song? Do you want me to accompany you?"

"Sorry, the rules of Xiaobai's ban this time are that you can't use any musical instruments, even other people's musical instruments." An Ge said.

"Is that so?" Fu Wenyao shook his head, and gave Gu Xiaobai a look of helplessness.

"Yes, as long as it's a musical instrument, it won't work." An Ge said.

Fu Wenyao hugged his guitar, looked at Gu Xiaobai who didn't seem to care much, and began to think in his heart.

What is Gu Xiaobai going to do?
Thinking about it, I became a little distracted.

After more than half an hour, the audience began to enter the venue.

Because the admission time is very tight, only half an hour, so the security personnel on the scene are also on the verge of a big enemy, for fear of a stampede accident.

There were several small riots in the middle, but fortunately, there were no dangers.

At six o'clock, the central stage was lit up as scheduled.

After a busy day, watching the live broadcast all day, or cheering outside the venue all day, both the audience and the singers of the school song competition are actually a little tired.

However, when the stage lights came on and the lights shone on them, the singers in the school song competition immediately regained their spirits.

Many viewers who watched the live broadcast had to sigh with emotion.

It's nice to be young!

These young people in their early twenties have really great energy.

Brother An just ran around the playground and washed his face indiscriminately. Now his complexion is rosy and he is refreshed.

He also prepared a sofa for himself and sat on one side of the stage.

"Good evening, viewers, thank you for coming to the scene to watch our second original game."

"It is estimated that many viewers did not watch the previous live broadcast. Let me briefly introduce the rules this time. This time we are creating a proposition. All participating singers must complete a proposition creation within ten hours. This time The proposition is..."

"Now the game is about to start, and now we have to solve the first problem of this game."

Brother An turned his head and looked at the participating singers beside him:

"Who wants the first performance?"

As soon as Brother An said this, everyone lowered their heads.

There is quite a feeling that the teacher wants to call someone to answer the question.

Brother An took a glance and saw that only Wang Haixia was still looking at him.

"Little Xiazi, do you want the first one?" Brother An asked happily.

"No!" Wang Haixia shook his head.

"Then why are you staring at me!" Brother An couldn't laugh or cry, aren't you wasting my feelings?

"I don't need to be the first, but I can't lower my noble head!" Wang Haixia raised his head.

All the singers at the scene couldn't help laughing.

What is the logic!

Just when Brother An was racking his brains to find lyrics to complain about Wang Haixia, he heard someone standing up: "I'll be the first."

"Huh? Xiaobai?"

(End of this chapter)