I was rebellious by nature, but I ended up becoming a top influencer.

Qi Tian's voice possessed a unique magnetism, yet it wasn't hoarse, making it unforgettable after just one listen. Looking at his focused expression, Song Miaomiao felt a sense of déjà vu, seeing herself back then, harboring musical dreams, forming a band with her best friend, and practicing songs together.

This man must really love music.

This song is written so tenderly; he must have a woman he loves very much.

Without experiencing a profound love, one cannot write such deeply moving music, nor can one create such a sweet and heartfelt confession.

Therefore, this man must be a very gentle person.

The four-minute-plus piece of music soon came to an end.

Qi Tian took off his headset and walked out of the recording studio: "Brother Miao, was my singing not very good?"

Although Qi Tian was focused on singing, he still caught a glimpse of Song Miaomiao lost in thought throughout the performance, which made him wonder if there was something wrong with the intermediate singing skill level given by the system.

"No, the first time you sang it great. Let's do it a few more times to get into the groove."

Song Miaomiao had already chewed the gum in her mouth into tiny strands. She spat the tasteless gum into the trash can and popped a new one into her mouth.

Soon, Qi Tian's singing started playing in her headphones again. This time, Song Miaomiao stopped daydreaming and focused on listening to the song.

I'm just afraid I'll fall in love with you.

I dare not get too close.

I'm afraid I don't have much to give you.

Loving you also requires a lot of courage

... "

The sweetness in her mouth and the sweetness in her ears gradually formed a beautiful dopamine rush, making Song Miaomiao more and more addicted to it.

This song seems pretty good.

His singing skills are also excellent.

Song Miaomiao originally thought that after taking it seriously, she would be able to give the other person some pointers. However, the other person's performance was getting better and better, and after three or four takes, Song Miaomiao even felt that she could produce a complete song without much pitch correction.

"Have you had professional singing training before?"

Song Miaomiao stared at Qi Tian, ​​who had just walked out of the recording studio, her bright eyes filled with questions.

Qi Tian nodded: "I practiced haphazardly for a while when I was a kid, without receiving any professional guidance."

He couldn't just casually talk about the Rebellious System; he needed to find reasonable reasons for his increasing number of changes in the future.

"You're amazing! How about you come and sing at a bar? Your song is sure to be a hit in Xi'an's bar scene. If you upload it to Kuaishou (a Chinese music streaming platform), you might even become a viral sensation!"

Song Miaomiao's words gave Qi Tian a bright idea. He was worried about how to make some money, and the combination of singing in bars and live streaming seemed like a good way to break through.

You can first build up a certain level of popularity before deciding how to develop your business.

"I only have one song right now. Would it be too lonely for me to sing at a resident venue?"

Seeing that Qi Tian was interested, Song Miaomiao quickly pressed her advantage: "It's okay, I own the bar. You can come and gain some performance experience first, starting with one song. You probably haven't been on stage before, right?"

"No!"

Qi Tian shook his head. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have a long way to go to become a successful singer.

The system can give you singing skills, but it can't give you stage experience.

The system can give you hit songs, but it can't give you a steady typhoon.

Everything needs to be learned from scratch.

He suddenly felt very grateful to the punk-style beauty in front of him; if it weren't for her suggestion, he might have overlooked this.

In reality, how many naturally born stage performers are there? The idea that many transmigrators can suppress all those who disagree with them and amaze the gods and queens of song just by stepping on stage is a mindless fantasy.

The reality is that Yueyue practiced hard for a long time, but when she first went on stage to perform crosstalk, she was booed off the stage by the audience in less than three minutes.

The shepherd singer became famous with one song, but it was later revealed that he also started out as a bar singer.

There aren't many naturally gifted performers; most are just manufactured personas.

Those who go on stage and cry about having a terminal illness, working for their dreams, or being born singer-songwriters are mostly just a facade.

"This is my business card. If you're free tonight, you can come to my bar, sit down, sing a song on stage, and get a feel for it. Bars are the best place for singers to hone their stage experience."

Song Miaomiao's kindness was completely opposite to her punk-style outfit, which made Qi Tian even more grateful that he had met a good person.

Originally scheduled for an afternoon, the song was actually recorded in less than 4 hours. Song Miaomiao said that she could edit a studio version for him in one night.

After saying goodbye to his kind-hearted punk-style boss, Qi Tian happily went home and treated himself to a meal: a plate of braised winter melon slices and a pot of pork rib and lotus root soup.

Song Miaomiao was kind-hearted, but she didn't charge a penny less for the song recording fee. After spending 4000 yuan, Qi Tian's savings were instantly depleted.

Qi Tian spent nearly 1000 yuan on medical treatment at Boai Proctology Hospital, 4000 yuan on recording a song, and recently paid a quarter's rent. His savings are about to drop to three digits. If he doesn't get paid soon, he really won't be able to survive.

This is one of the reasons why he agreed to sing at the bar.

It's just enough to cover my food expenses; it's not shameful.

After quickly filling his stomach, Qi Tian checked the time; it was already 8 PM. He picked up Song Miao's business card, boarded the bus, and rushed to the bar.

Miao.

Simple and fun bar names.

Are you implying that all the wine in your house is diluted with water?

Qi Tian stepped inside and saw that the bar was quite spacious, capable of accommodating nearly a hundred people. There was a small stage for performances, with a standing microphone and a high stool. Behind it was a drum set, and next to it were speakers. Behind the drum set was a small LED screen, which was currently playing some music videos.

The bar has an industrial style of decoration. It's not even nine o'clock yet, and there are already two or three tables of customers playing dice.

He walked to the bar, where the bartender was wiping glasses. He looked at him and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"I'm looking for Brother Miao!"

The bartender was a short-haired woman, around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with a floral tattoo on her left arm. She dressed in a somewhat androgynous style, exuding a street-smart vibe.

Looking at Qi Tian, ​​who looked like a well-behaved child, the tattooed bartender laughed: "Another singer coaxed by Brother Miao to be a resident singer?"

Qi Tian was slightly taken aback. He didn't expect that the other party, as Brother Miao's employee, would criticize his boss in such a way.

He looked at the empty small stage, lost in thought: "Has your bar not had any live singers for a long time?"

The tattooed bartender shook her head and said, "No, that's not it. We have a lot of resident singers at our bar, but they're all newbies who were tricked into coming by Brother Miao. One of the things our customers love most is guessing how long the newcomers can last."

Qi Tian was speechless. Was this even a way to play?

The bartender with the tattooed arm advised, "If you don't have much experience, I suggest you don't go on stage casually. Get familiar with the atmosphere here first."

To Qi Tian's surprise, the bartender with the tattooed arm was also very kind.

Qi Tian smiled gratefully at the other person: "I'm here to learn."

"Chen You, you're spreading rumors about me again."

The punk girl, clutching her motorcycle helmet under her left arm and running her fingers through her long, silver-white hair, launched into a tirade against the tattooed bartender: "How do you know he's no good? Let me tell you, this guy will absolutely amaze you tonight!"