Rock and Roll: Glorious Years

Two hours later, according to the production team's plan, they should have packed up and gone back to the hotel to rest, but they clearly underestimated these rock musicians who had gotten drunk. They bought their own alcohol when there was a limit, and ordered takeout when they ran out of food.

Director Qin Ge had no choice; without the five mentors present, no one could overshadow him given his seniority.

Bian Lang needed to go back to the hotel to work on the copyright of "No Place to Hide". He said goodbye to two musicians he knew and the singer who sang folk songs, and then went back to his hotel room.

Upon arriving at the hotel room, he opened the door and found a letter lying on the carpet. He picked it up, glanced at it and saw the Peninsula Hotel logo. He assumed it was some kind of small ceremony the hotel used to welcome guests, put it on the table, and didn't think much of it.

I logged onto my computer, uploaded the lyrics and music of "No Place to Hide," and then took out my guitar to carefully recall this song that was a must-learn for this generation of Chinese rock musicians from the original Earth.

At 4:30 a.m., Bian Lang groggily got up and started washing and getting ready. By the time he got down to the hotel lobby at 5 a.m., it was already getting light.

When they arrived at the meeting point, they found that besides him, only the socially awkward girl from yesterday had arrived.

Qin Ge walked over and looked at Bian Lang with a helpless expression, saying, "Teacher Bian, thank you for your hard work. I've already notified the staff to knock on the door."

Bian Lang smiled helplessly, took the .5 Zhongnanhai cigarettes from Qin Ge, and the two sat on the curb in front of the hotel and started chatting.

Around 6 a.m., Bian Lang finished recalling the arrangement of "Red Sun" under the glow of the sunrise, and the whole group finally gathered.

Less than 10 minutes after boarding the bus, the snoring on board grew louder and louder, with different timbres, pitches, and rhythms. Mu Mian even joked, "You can tell what kind of style a person is just by listening to their snoring."

The director recorded for 10 minutes and then told the staff to go about their business.

When we arrived at Lucheng International Film and Television Base, it was almost 8 a.m., a full hour and a half later than the scheduled start time.

Following the others, the musicians entered the rest area one by one. Bian Lang was in the middle of the line; after yesterday's incident, he had already left a strong rock and roll image in everyone's minds. As soon as he pushed open the door, the two musicians he knew invited him to sit down and chat.

Xia Yuxi and her group glanced at the door and then continued their conversation.

As soon as he sat down, Bian Lang asked, "What time did you stay up last night?"

"Ugh, don't even mention it! The staff found me on the beach this morning!"

"You're lucky you weren't dragged into the sea by a crab!"

The three chatted casually, and when Mu Mian and Lunzi came in, Bian Lang invited them to join them.

Ten minutes later, the last person entered. As soon as the bald guy poked half his body through the door, the entire BJ rock scene immediately stood up.

"Brother Kai, over here!"

"Brother Kai! I thought you weren't coming!"

"Kai, why are you so late?"

Huang Kaichong and the others waved their hands and said, "Brother Xiulong gave me a whole day of ideological education yesterday, which caused the delay."

As Huang Kai passed by Bian Lang and his group, he paused for a moment, looked at Bian Lang, and said, "Bian Lang, you're awesome! You're a real man!"

Given their different identities and positions, Bian Lang wasn't sure whether Huang Kai's words were an acknowledgment or a provocation, so he replied nonchalantly, "It's alright, see you on stage."

Huang Kai nodded without saying anything more and went to meet the group of people in Beijing.

Just then, the host from the rest area appeared at the right time. After giving the routine opening remarks, a staff member brought over a lottery box and asked everyone to draw lots to determine their order of appearance.

Xia Yuxi was the first to go up and draw a number, and she drew number one.

"Damn! This kid is really weird. I want number one. I want to be the first to finish performing so I can go back and catch up on my sleep." Before Huang Kai could finish speaking, drummer Lao Zhao retorted, "Kai, you're dreaming. After today's performance, once the rankings are determined, we'll form a team on the spot. Even if you're a dragon crossing the river, you'll have to stay here and wait."

Bian Lang initially thought the order didn't matter, but when Lao Zhao and Huang Kai both drew the top 10, and he himself drew number 29, things changed.

Experience told him there was something fishy going on, but as the person involved, he was certain the box used for the lottery was genuine.

The first round wasn't a live audience vote; instead, five guest mentors scored the contestants live. Whether it's the mentors, the audience, or the contestants, the opening is when everyone is most excited and focused. The first contestant to perform gets a high score—it's practically an unspoken understanding within the industry. It's similar to the later stages of "The Voice of China," where contestants typically started with four lights on their lights.

As the initial excitement wore off, the mentors' expectations rose with the number of performances they saw. Under the combined pressure of aesthetic and mental fatigue, they became more cautious in their scoring. Seeing something good, they always hoped for something even better. With only three S cards awarded, Bian Lang's position at number 29 was quite difficult.

But Bian Lang wasn't worried. Since it had been proven that the ears of music fans on Aquamarine Star could appreciate New Pants and Beyond, there was no reason for Dou Xian and Li Tong to be overlooked.

Xia Yuxi felt a surge of secret pleasure upon seeing the number plate in Bian Lang's hand.

He mainly participated in this show for the money, recording with a bunch of rock-playing "crazy" people, which didn't really help boost his fame. If you broaden the comparison to the entire entertainment industry, all the rock musicians present combined wouldn't even be one-tenth as famous as him.

I originally thought this place would be all about mutual praise and improvement, a win-win situation for everyone! But who would have thought that before the competition even started, I'd already been sarcastic and sarcastic to this nobody, Bian Lang, who I've had no grudges against lately and never had any complaints about.

In order to maintain his top-tier public image on screen, he didn't dare to confront them directly, but he almost suffered internal injuries from holding it in during the latter half of the banquet.

Now, the chance to prove him wrong has arrived. In his opinion, a ranking of 29 means he's completely out of the running for S-class captain, and might not even get an A. He has a guaranteed minimum wage under his contract, so he's confident he can win this round.

As for Bian Lang's singing ability, as a pop singer who sells anxiety, he naturally cannot appreciate Bian Lang's singing style, which doesn't even "know" how to use falsetto.

As for his songwriting and instrumental performance, he felt they were just so-so; at best, he was only good at writing accompaniment for his own songs...

After everyone drew their performance order, the large screen in the lounge slowly lit up, and a band consisting of five guests appeared on the screen to begin their opening performance.

The first close-up shot is of a middle-aged keyboardist with graying hair. The man wears black-rimmed glasses and has a buzz cut with some gray hair. But the energy he exudes makes it hard to judge his age.

The moment this person appeared, the lounge erupted in uproar!