Unscientific Movie King

Chapter 30 Bar Singer
The Music Copyright Association is in Peking.

Huang Bo took Qin Chuan out and took a taxi to the destination.

Huang Bo still couldn't believe it until he paid the registration fee and walked out of the service hall.

"Come to the bar with me tonight and I'll find you a side job."

Qin Chuan's eyes lit up: "Are you a resident singer?"

This is indeed a very good side job, it makes a lot of money and the work is easy.

But there is no one to introduce it, so the road is not easy to travel.

Bars that can afford resident singers usually have specially contracted singers.

Well, a third-rate music company.

Some bars are even opened by singers, for example, there is Nayoung's bar in Houhai. Many unknown singers have broken down the door of her bar.

Being a resident singer is a small matter; entering the core music circle is the real thing.

If you can catch the eye of the queen of pop, sign a contract with her company, release an album, appear on TV, and reach the peak of your life, it won't be a dream.

"Yeah." Huang Bo nodded. "Don't put all your eggs in one basket. Let's try both music and performance. We'll go with the one that works."

"Even if you can't become a professional singer, it's not bad to have a side job in the future. It's much better than being an extra at the Beijing Film Studio. That's just a stopgap measure and can't last long."

Qin Chuan's face turned black: "You know that extras are just a temporary solution, but you still asked me to go."

He also discovered that being an extra was boring and he couldn't learn anything from it.

There is no need to look at acting skills or memorize lines. Just lie down wherever you want on the set every day and move wherever you are needed.

It's totally a walking prop.

Just look at the extras in Hengdian who act in hundreds of plays a year in later generations and you will know that their acting skills are almost zero.

Just like washing your feet, if you don’t go to the third floor, and wash them on the first floor all your life, you will never touch the essence and soul.

Huang Bo: "What was your situation then and what is your situation now? Can it be the same?"

"You couldn't even pay the rent before, can you take on a supporting role if I ask you to?"

Uh, it seems I can really catch it.

After all, this guy went to the Tianlong crew and got a supporting role.

"That's the truth. When we are hungry, we live by filling our stomachs. Now that we have no worries about food and clothing, we have to pursue something."

"Dress nicely, bring your guitar, and wait for me at Bar Street at night."

The bar street is in Houhai, where the entertainment industry is well developed. There are dozens of bars on one street. At night, it is almost a gathering place for young people and a big den for spending money.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Qin Chuan packed up, put on his guitar, took a taxi to Houhai, and stood at the intersection waiting for Huang Bo.

Today is Saturday and college students don’t have classes.

There were many handsome men, beautiful women and rich people coming and going in groups.

As the capital, this land has more than fifty undergraduate universities, more than twenty technical colleges, and elites and workers from all over the country.

At this point in time, the thing Houhai has the most is people.

"Handsome guy, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"I'm from Communication University of China. Leave me your phone number so we can be friends."

"inconvenient."

"Handsome guy, which university are you from?"

"Homebody University."

"Hello, do you have a girlfriend?"

"There is."

Huang Bo suggested that he dress decently, so Qin Chuan put on the navy blue casual suit he had just bought recently and also styled his hair in a middle-parted and slightly curly style.

I had only been standing at the intersection for a while when girls came up to me one after another and asked for my contact information.

He was so impatient that he just said he had a girlfriend.

More than ten minutes later, Huang Bo finally arrived. Huang Bo looked at Qin Chuan and said with a smile, "Oh my god, are you getting married? Why are you wearing such formal clothes?"

"Didn't you say to be respectable?"

"There's no need to be so respectful. Never mind. Follow me."

Huang Bo picked up Qin Chuan's guitar that he had placed on the ground, hung it on his shoulder, and strode forward.

Compared to Qin Chuan, he is actually more like a singer.

At that time, Huang Bo still had shoulder-length hair, which was called cool. Almost everyone who played rock and roll or guitar had this hairstyle.

Short sleeves on the upper body and jeans on the lower body, very "Western style."

Qin Chuan's dress is weird. How can a bar singer wear a suit? His hairstyle is also not good. It is too trendy and out of touch with reality.

Soon, the two came to a dance hall called Golden Age.

The layout is similar to most bars, with a singing stage in the front, booths and a dance floor below.

As soon as he came in, Qin Chuan felt his ears numb because it was too noisy.

Accompanied by the explosive songs, all kinds of young men and women were dancing wildly on the dance floor, and no one could hear them unless they spoke loudly.

Huang Bo waved to Qin Chuan to follow, and the two turned and went up to the second floor. Part of the area here was a private room, and there was also a dance hall office.

Huang Bo knocked on the door of the music director's office.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

The person who opened the door was a man in his thirties, with a bald head and a neat suit. The collar of his floral shirt was exposed and the first few buttons were open, so his chest could be clearly seen.

There was an iron chain around his neck.

He doesn't look like a musician, but more like a gangster.

"Hello, Mr. Zeng."

"Hello."

After a brief greeting, the three of them walked in. Huang Bo patted Qin Chuan on the shoulder and said, "This is my brother Qin Chuan. I told you on the phone that he's a great singer and songwriter."

The bald guy sat cross-legged on the boss chair and looked at Qin Chuan: "Brother, you are a handsome man, but being a resident singer is not just about good looks. How many songs can you sing?"

Huang Bo gave Qin Chuan an encouraging look.

Qin Chuan understood: "Not many, twenty or thirty should be no problem."

In fact, he can’t even finish singing twenty or thirty songs now. He can only sing half of many songs, or only remember a few classic lines.

The bald man laughed: "You can only sing 20 or 30 songs as a resident singer. Are you kidding? The starting number for resident singers here is 100."

When being a resident singer, in addition to having good singing skills, a deep repertoire is also a hard standard.

Otherwise, if the customer requests a song and you can't sing, then what's the point?

"Damn, that was careless." Huang Bo didn't expect Qin Chuan only knew these few songs. He thought this kid had high musical attainments and must know a lot of songs.

There is no way to explain this, I can only go ahead with it.

“Mr. Zeng, my brother is different from ordinary people. He is a singer-songwriter. Give him a chance and listen to him sing a song first. If you are not satisfied, we would not have been here tonight.”

The bald man said: "Since you said so, I will definitely give you face."

Huang Bo is an old acquaintance of the Golden Age. He has great singing skills and a great style on stage, and many guests are his fans.

Just to give Qin Chuan a chance, the music director is willing to give him this little bit of face.

"Come on, let's go downstairs."

Inviting the two to go downstairs, the bald director turned off the sound system on the dance floor and asked the dancers to return to their booths.

"Everyone, today we have a handsome guy here to audition. If he sings well, please give him a round of applause!"

For some reason, Qin Chuan felt that this scene was similar to a monkey show.

Feeling uncomfortable all over.

But since I'm here, I might as well go on stage with my guitar.

After coming on stage, the first thing he did was to bow to the audience on the dance floor.

(End of this chapter)