Unscientific Movie King

Chapter 148 People like me
Shonan TV, Studio 1.

Qin Chuan came over for rehearsal.

There were many leaders from the station and senior executives of Tianyu sitting in the audience.

After spending such a huge amount of money to sign Qin Chuan, we have to know his ability. Although the rehearsal is not a formal competition, we can also see the potential of his new song.

After Qin Chuan handed the USB flash drive he had prepared in advance to the music director, he took the microphone to test the sound and kept walking around the edge of the stage.

There are speakers next to the stage, and the sound propagation directions are different, resulting in different effects.

Finally he chose one third of the way there.

The prelude and accompaniment of the song that needed to be sung soon came from the earphone monitor.

"Louder."

"Stop, that's enough."

"let's start."

Having had many stage experiences, Qin Chuan is considered a veteran. He can roughly judge how loud the sound will be when singing based on the number of audience members.

What is certain is that when he was singing, he could not hear the live accompaniment or his own voice.

At that time, it will all depend on the in-ear monitoring.

Half an hour later.

Qin Chuan has sung the same song several times, sometimes intermittently, and has to stop after singing a few sentences to adjust himself and coordinate with the camera position, lighting, and stage staff.

But in the audience, the senior executives of Tianyu and the leaders of Shonan TV, none of them left and were all listening.

Another ten minutes passed and Qin Chuan felt that it was about time.

"Teachers, that's it for today. Thank you all for your hard work."

Qin Chuan stepped down from the stage, and the host Wang Han came over immediately: "Teacher Qin Chuan, please come this way. I'll take you around and familiarize you with the backstage and dressing room environment."

"Thank you for your help, Brother Han."

The two pillars of Xiangnan TV are Wang Han and He Ling.

Wang Han is already very popular now, and the shows he hosts are all good, but not as stable as Happy Camp.

"You're welcome," Wang Han said with a smile, "You sing really well, I like it very much, the champion this time must be you."

"Thank you."

Under the guidance of Wang Han, Qin Chuan went to the dressing room to take a look at the environment and the clothes he would need to wear on stage tomorrow.

The clothing is average.

It costs several hundred dollars a set, very tacky.

"I brought my own clothes. Can I not wear yours tomorrow?"

"This is not allowed in principle."

In principle, if it is not allowed, then it is OK. Qin Chuan smiled and said, "I know the rules. My clothes do not have brand logos."

As the provincial TV station with the highest ratings besides CCTV, advertising space on Xiangnan TV is charged by the second.

The price is different for each time period.

Popular competitions like Super Boy are broadcast during prime time, and when commercials are inserted, tens of thousands of viewers are paid per second.

If he went on stage wearing clothes of other brands and sang a song for five minutes, the station would lose a lot of money.

Wang Han said straightforwardly: "Tell your assistant to bring it over tomorrow for us to take a look. If it's OK, you can wear it."

"Thank you very much."

"polite."

……

Rehearsals are divided into time periods, and only one singer is allowed to enter the studio at a time. After rehearsing and trying on clothes, Shu Xing asked not to use the clothes prepared by the station.

His family is rich, and for such a big occasion, he should wear a complete set worth tens of thousands of dollars. The clothes he wears are too cheap and lack texture.

The staff member angrily rebuked: "This is the station's rule. You can't wear whatever you want."

Shu Xing: “…”

"Then you can change this hairstyle, it's almost covering my eyes."

It’s hard to describe the hairdressers in the station.

He has side bangs that cover one of his eyes. If you don't know him, you might think he has one eye.

"He's a Korean hairstylist. He must have a reason for doing this to you."

"But it's ugly!"

"Are you sure it's a hair problem?"

Damn it!
If the occasion wasn't inappropriate, Shu Xing really wanted to hit someone.

When have I ever been treated like this?

……

The next day, afternoon.

The Super Boy finals begins.

In the first round, twelve will be selected into six.

Thousands of spectators handed in their mobile phones and cameras and queued up to enter the venue. They were all young people, many of whom were college students.

Some of them registered online and came here after screening.

Some are local college students, working part-time for 20 yuan a day.

The director arranged the pretty and handsome audience members in the front row and told them: "When the camera scans you, laugh when you should laugh, and cry when you should cry."

“Now get ready to record the applause!”

The host went on stage to record the oral broadcast, and the audience below recorded the applause. These two simple small programs took half an hour.

At the judges' table, many judges gradually took their places.

Wu Qixian, Zheng Jun, Ding Wei, Ai Dajin...

Except for Wu Qixian and Ai Dajin, the other judges felt a little uneasy.

Although Qin Chuan is young, he has many works and is very popular.

These old seniors may not be able to look up to him.

"Please welcome the first singer to come on stage. He will bring you an original song, someone like me."

After Wang Han finished speaking, the dancers quickly went on stage and took their positions.

Qin Chuan came on the scene.

In the backstage lounge, there is an LCD screen that synchronizes the front-stage images.

Chen Chusheng and others all had side bangs in a "Shamat" style, their eyes fixed on the screen.

Shu Xing pointed at the screen and said, "See, I said Qin Chuan's costume is different from ours. He brought it himself. The program team is biased."

In the picture, Qin Chuan was indeed wearing something different from them.

Jeans and a white short-sleeved shirt are obviously simple outfits, but for some reason, they give people a very comfortable and clean feeling.

Wang Lexin looked at him like he was an idiot: "They only wear jeans and short-sleeved shirts, which is worse than ours. Why are the production team biased?"

Shu Xing also insisted behind Qin Chuan's back that he was being special and that he brought his own clothes.

Is this the result?

Qin Chuan can buy two sets of this set for 50 yuan at a roadside stall.

"Is this about the price?" Shu Xing cursed these people inwardly: "This is asking for special treatment."

Expensive is not necessarily good, cheap is not necessarily bad, the right one is the best.

Qin Chuan's suit is very close fitting, and it is obviously custom-made. There is not a single bit of excess, and it also matches his hairstyle.
Shu Xing dared to conclude that it must be in line with the style of the song being sung.

The oldest, Chen Chusheng, frowned: "Alright, in a singing competition, winning or losing is never determined by clothing, it still depends on strength."

He also doesn't think clothes mean anything.

At most, the stage effect is better.

But singing competitions are based on strength. Without strength, it’s useless even if you wear a high-end dress worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

"Here it comes, here it comes, don't say anything."

The prelude was about to end, and the first part of the song was about to begin. The careful Wang Zhengliang reminded them. Hearing this, Shu Xing shut up, and Chen Chusheng and others also focused their eyes on the LCD screen, listening attentively, not daring to be careless.

"A wonderful person like me"

"I should have lived a brilliant life"

"How did it end after more than 20 years?"

“Still floating in the sea of ​​people”

The melody is simple, the lyrics are simple, and the singing style is even simpler. Qin Chuan's song in this episode is a narrative style song.

Shu Xing muttered, "This doesn't work."

The lyrics are simple and straightforward, without any high notes, and are incomparable to Qin Chuan's previous songs.

It's a bit like a folk song.

If Qin Chuan used the singing style of The Drunken Concubine or Chi Ling, he would admit defeat immediately, but he was not afraid of the level of just these few lines of the song.

Not only him, Chen Chusheng and others also had similar ideas.

"A smart person like me"

"I've long since said goodbye to innocence"

"Why did you still use a love relationship?"

"To exchange for scars"

……

Qin Chuan sang more than a dozen lines of lyrics, but there was still no high note and no opera voice. However, the expressions of those who had some musical ability at the scene gradually became solemn.

There's something about this word. The more I listen to it, the more I get hooked on it.

Qin Chuan's singing was not sudden, but very ordinary, giving people a sense of tranquility, telling them a story in a leisurely manner.

The story of an ordinary person.

He sings not only about himself, but also about all living beings.

"A coward like me"

"Everything should be kept in mind"

"Why would I ever do that for someone?"

“I thought about risking my life”

On the stage, Qin Chuan's voice gradually became louder, and the audience below listened quietly with their chins in their hands.

The assistant director started to curse: "Fuck, where did you recruit these college students from? Don't they have any brains? They forgot all the instructions."

"Don't cry when you should cry, and don't laugh when you should laugh."

"Camera, catch a jealous spectator, take a picture of him."

"And the beautiful girl with shoulder-length hair, take a picture."

"There is a melancholy uncle, take a picture. Don't take a picture of this one. This is the deputy director."

The assistant director didn't know how the director ended up in the audience, and he discovered that not only the assistant director, but several other leaders from the station were there.

Look at the judges' panel.

Zheng Jun, Wu Qixian and the others remained silent upon hearing this, with complicated expressions on their faces, a kind of envy of the younger generation pushing the older generation forward, as well as a bit of jealousy and trance.

This is not a singing competition for Qin Chuan, it's simply a personal concert.

"People like me who are lost"

"People who are looking for me"

"A person like me who does nothing"

“How many people have you met?”

On the stage, Qin Chuan held the microphone with both hands and had already sung the chorus. Still, there was no showmanship, only sincere emotions and simple singing.

The audience got goose bumps when they heard this.

This song is not a love song in the traditional sense, but it has a strong sense of immersion, so strong that it captures everyone's mood.

In my twenties, I was floating in the crowd, without achieving success or fame.

After being whipped by society, I am no longer naive, but I have also risked my life for someone, and in the end I was left with scars all over my body.

Living to this day, I feel confused, vulgar, mediocre, lonely, yet unwilling to be ordinary, and occasionally inexplicable.

"A lonely person like me"

"A fool like me"

"People like me who are unwilling to be ordinary"

“How many people are there in the world?”

"Someone as weird as me"

“Will anyone feel sorry for you?”

I don’t know whether Qin Chuan felt sorry for the audience, but the audience at the scene felt quite sorry for themselves when listening to this song.

This life is such a fucking failure.

By the end of the song, the assistant director finally saw more and more people being moved, and directed the cameraman to take pictures quickly.

In the backstage lounge, the eleven song contestants remained silent.

Shu Xing, who had thought this song was just average before, thought to himself, "Isn't it a bit of a waste of talent to use this song to compete with us?"

If he could write a song like this, his tail would be up to the sky.

High and low are used for the title song.

At the scene, in the corner of the last row of the audience, Long Danni nodded silently. This song is nice.

It was not until she finished singing that she heard the comments from the music producer next to her.

“The words are very good.”

“The music is steady.”

"Singing skills are online."

“The arrangement is great too.”

“The lyrics are really well written.”

The music producer said the lyrics were good twice in a row, which shows that he really likes it.

Long Danni asked: "Will this song be popular?"

"Yes." The music producer gave the comment without hesitation.

In the era of "Mouse Loves Rice" and "Two Butterflies", it would be a miracle if this song didn't become popular.

Long Danni asked again: "Can it become a hit?"

"It's hard to say, but at least it's above the boutique level." The music producer pondered for a moment and said, "This kind of soothing song is a bit unlucky to become a hit."

Seeing that Long Danni remained silent, the producer said, "But it's pretty good. Many singers can't write a song like this in their entire lives."

"In the next ten years, Qin Chuan's song will never be out of date."

"So long?" Long Danni was surprised.

"Of course, I said it won't be a hit because the times are different and people's acceptance is different. It doesn't mean it doesn't have the potential to be a hit."

Long Danni's heart was pounding. "If the remaining three songs are of this quality, he will definitely be a top star in the music industry after the competition."

The producer smiled proudly and said, "Of course. If he makes an album to prove its quality, he will have established himself in the first-tier market."

Overall, Qin Chuan's first song exceeded their imagination and they were very satisfied.

According to Qin Chuan's character, he usually gets more fierce as time goes on.

It's not possible to win a royal flush right at the start of a card game.

Long Danni is already looking forward to it.

"Thank you, thank you everyone." After singing, Qin Chuan bowed, then waved and smiled at the fans who were holding fluorescent signs with his name on them.

I followed him all the way here. He is undoubtedly a true fan. I am really touched.

The girl holding the sign was quite embarrassed. There were several signs under her feet, Chen Chusheng's, Zhang Jie's, and Shu Xing's...

(End of this chapter)