Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 226 Personal Style
The theme song for this time was finalized three months ago, and the company also arranged for Yuta Hirano to practice in advance. Now he has memorized it so well that it has been engraved into his muscle memory.

Presumably, some "seed trainees" also enjoyed this "early treatment".

That's why Yuta Hirano had the leisure to practice being late and provoking Xia Fan.

"Tsk, I don't want to waste my time with you losers. I have to go practice too."

Hirano Yongtai stared at Xia Fan again, then turned around and left quickly with a guilty conscience.

Martin's words inadvertently reminded him...

If I perform the theme song perfectly without much practice, wouldn't it be easy to arouse suspicion...

Moreover, the process of the handsome trainees sweating profusely and their bodies getting wet and bulging while rehearsing the theme song was a great opportunity to create a "hard-working" persona and win fans, but it was almost wasted.

He had to hurry up, find a practice room, and record the pitiful scene of "sweating profusely".

"Don't be provoked easily, there are cameras in the practice room. Those 'chosen ones', no matter what excessive words they say, will not be edited in post-production, but we are different."

After Hirano Yuta left, Martin pretended to laugh and whispered warnings to a few people.

"That's right, everyone is here to make their debut, and the stage is not the place for brawling."

"Well, keep practicing."

After this little "episode", the few of them practiced more seriously.

They all have a certain level of vocal ability and come from different countries and genres. After the intense collision, they quickly optimized the theme song repeatedly and finalized every detail of the singing.

"Well, then, I'll press 'Final Version' and sing it again..."

Xia Fan played the keyboard again and started singing again...

"The spring breeze calls forth dreams, cherry blossoms fall, and every time I practice, my dreams and heartbeats."

"The stage is bright, the fireworks are scattered, you are my God, lighting up the stage."

"With a flame in my heart and Mt. Fuji towering high, I will keep my faith and move forward courageously."

"No matter how long the road is, we will eventually reach the other side. You are my God, guiding my steps forward."

"Hey, compared to the previous version, the effect is much better."

"Indeed, but the difference is not what we optimized..."

Martin and Jack looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"It's about emotion... Xia Jun's singing this time feels so powerful and exciting..."

Basong also covered his mouth in surprise.

After the joint optimization of several people, Xia Fan's singing voice and rhythm have indeed improved a lot, but the biggest change is the emotion in his singing.

Perhaps it was Hirano Yuta's visit that aroused the inner competitive desire...

Or maybe, after becoming familiar with the song, I have a deeper understanding of it…

Xia Fan's version of the song became more fighting spirit, sonorous and powerful.

The three of them were listening nearby, feeling their blood boiling, as past experiences of hard practice, frustration, and lack of recognition came flooding back to their minds.

An urge to stand on the stage right now, show the audience all my life's skills and shine is burning in my heart.

"Good, the effect this time is great!"

"I can do better in singing skills, but why can't I convey as much emotion as Xia Jun? Is it because of my language proficiency?"

"This kind of singing style that is full of emotion is really impossible to learn!"

After the song was finished, the three were still immersed in Xia Fan's singing, and they were amazed. "Anyway, let's settle on this version first. Everyone, come down and take time to practice according to it."

Because of their different accents, in order to prevent "leading each other astray", everyone had to practice singing separately, with Xia Fan and Martin helping to correct their pronunciation.

"We've learned most of the dance moves, why don't we just continue practicing?"

"I'll bring lunch back from the cafeteria and eat it in the practice room!"

"That's exactly what I meant. After listening to Xia Jun's song just now, I felt like I had endless energy in my body."

It was as if there was a group of beautiful cheerleaders cheering in front of them, and the emotions of several people were aroused, and they continued to practice dance with overflowing passion.

"I will demonstrate the dance moves and test the angle and lighting of the straight shot."

Martin stood in the middle of the practice room, ready to start demonstrating the dance moves.

"Well, if you want the audience to remember your face, you may need a strong fill light for your face. Ask the production team for one later."

Basong, who had set up the camera and was adjusting the shooting angle, suggested in a distressed tone.

With 101 trainees, the production team naturally did not have the energy to repeatedly help with dance live shooting, so they released shooting parameter specifications and reference videos, requiring the trainees to shoot on their own.

"No problem. I have already prepared for this situation."

"Don't be so surprised. As a non-Chinese trainee, it's normal and reasonable for me to carry a portable folding bag in my pants for a long time."

Under the horrified gazes of the three people, Martin calmly pulled out a long and thick fill light from his crotch, unfolded it and clamped it on the camera stand.

"The whole dance does not have any difficult movements such as splits or high leg lifts. They are all relatively basic and trivial movements..."

"The movements are huge and the switching speed is fast, so be careful not to neglect the coordination with the rhythm..."

"Let's start from the first paragraph. Everyone, try to follow me..."

After clapping their hands, Martin and Basong lined up and began to demonstrate dance moves.

As an African with excellent physical coordination, dancing is one of his racial talents, not to mention that Martin has received formal street dance training since he was a child.

Because Basong was once trained as a "Queen", she naturally learned to dance since she was young. She has long limbs and the flexibility of her joints is no less than that of female dancers.

Although the dance copying time was not long, both of them were able to skillfully break down the dance moves and perform them in a standard manner.

"Wait, compared to the choreographer's move, isn't the amplitude and speed of this move a bit wrong..."

"And here, is there a slight difference in the movements of the two of you?"

But when they stopped and watched their movements in the video again, Martin and Basong frowned.

Martin's height, body length and strength are quite different from those of his choreographer, and the style he performs is extremely wild.

However, due to its temperament and habitual feminine movements when dancing, the bassong appears too feminine.

Obviously every move is the same, but when they are connected, they are very different from the sweet and cool style performed by the choreographer.

"No, I have to take each action apart and do it all over again..."

"Someone needs to put aside his or her personal style before leading everyone to practice dancing together."

If this is the effect, the two people's dance may not even pass the test of the audience and the instructor, let alone help their roommates.

"Why don't you let me try?"

Xia Fan, who was watching quietly on the side, suddenly made a suggestion.

(End of this chapter)