HuaYu: Starting with Photography to Navigate the Entertainment Industry

The spotlight was narrowed to an extremely narrow angle, illuminating only Zhang Liangying's figure.

The venue was filled with the soft cheers of fans and the rustling of papers, but the moment Zhang Liangying looked up, all the noise suddenly stopped.

Her gaze swept across the entire audience, finally settling on Xu Lang in the audience below, her eyes filled with deep affection.

She spoke, her voice soft and steady, as if she were telling a secret:

"A year ago, because of my family's poor financial situation, I suffered a series of defeats in competitions and fell into extreme self-consciousness."

At this moment, Xu Lang appeared and said to me:

Don't bow your head, or you'll be trapped in a cage!

You are the ocean waves, you are the long wind!

In your eyes, there is an untamed and uncontrollable blade!

The world you live in now cannot contain you; you must bravely pierce through it!

Your present suffering will be built into poems of praise for you in the future!

Remember, refusing to accept fate is also a form of ambition.

You're just an ambitious schemer!

Zhang Liangying spoke calmly, without any impassioned tone or exaggerated gestures, but every word she uttered struck people's hearts like a lightning bolt.

With each word Zhang Liangying spoke, the venue fell silent. In the end, thousands of audience members held their breath, and even those watching on television were completely absorbed, forgetting everything else.

Zhang Liangying's words were all that remained in everyone's minds.

Don't bow your head, or you'll be trapped in a cage!

"Well said! No matter how harsh reality may be, it cannot lower my head, because that is my pride!"

The audience in the audience and in front of the television were instantly drawn into their own memories:

Fresh out of college, I'm crammed into a rented room that costs 500 yuan.

Job seekers who submitted dozens of resumes only to have them disappear into thin air;

The working class who work overtime until the early hours of the morning every day, and who hide in the stairwell to catch their breath after being scolded by their boss;

People who have taken the postgraduate entrance exam twice and the civil service exam three times are still gritting their teeth and striving to succeed.

. . . . .

You are the ocean waves, you are the long wind!

Your current world cannot contain you.

In your eyes, there is an untamed and uncontrollable blade!

You must be brave enough to pierce it!

Pierce it, just to give yourself a better future, just to fulfill that better version of yourself!

Your present suffering will be built into poems of praise for you in the future!

Remember, refusing to accept fate is also a form of ambition.

This sentence, like a stimulant, gave everyone strength.

Whether you're at the scene, watching on television, or browsing online, at this moment, everyone is hearing a voice calling out:

"I refuse to accept my fate; I am an ambitious person!"

The entire venue was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Then, the music began, and Zhang Liangying's voice, like a sharp sword, pierced the night sky.

Who's afraid, a woman becoming an ambitious woman!

Go dream, go chase, go ask a question.

What is the difference between you and me, sir?

They confine me, holding up a plaque that begs me to bow down into the dust;

They bound my soul, forcing me to endure and swallow my every commandment;

They laugh at my future, for I can't even step out of my house;

I'd rather not fight than admit it, and just live out my life obediently.

But I hear the wind, coming from the sea and the sky;

It said, "No, don't bow your head, or you'll be locked in a cage!"

You are the ocean wave, and the long wind;

How can it be locked?

That which cannot be tamed or contained is the blade in my eyes;

If the world can't tolerate it, then pierce it!

My ascetic practices, my pain

They will eventually turn around and praise me.

careerist!

. . . . . .

As the song began, the audience could no longer remain seated. They stood up, waving their hands vigorously, their eyes welling with tears of excitement.

Even viewers in front of their televisions stood up, their bodies pulsating in sync with Zhang Liangying's singing.

On stage, Zhang Liangying's slender body burst forth with tremendous energy, an energy that touched everyone through her singing!

Who hasn't experienced hardship?

Suffering is not something to boast about, much less should it be used to imprison you like a cage!

Zhang Liangying's voice carries unparalleled power, shattering the cages, whether heavy or light, large or small, in everyone's heart.

The shouts, imbued with warmth, struck straight into people's hearts!

Even after the song ended, everyone remained immersed in their own thoughts, unable to extricate themselves.

For a long while, there was no sound at all.

So quiet!

"Damn, one song gave me a tingling, numb feeling all over!"

Only after those words did the entire audience come to their senses.

Immediately, thunderous applause, cheers, and shouts erupted from the audience:

"This is what a song should be! This is what a powerful song should be!"

"No, I can't hold it in anymore, I just want to cry out loud and let it all out!"

"Zhang Liangying, you're not singing, you're stabbing my heart with a sword!"

"Zhang Liangying, I love you!"

"I declare myself an ambitious man!"

. . . . . .

The enthusiasm at the scene was so overwhelming that the show could not continue.

Because everyone was shouting loudly, waving their arms vigorously, and releasing their excitement.

The internet was abuzz with comments piling up under Zhang Liangying's picture of an ambitious woman.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of new entries were added.

Zhang Liangying's SMS voting numbers jumped like wildfire, surpassing the ten million mark in the blink of an eye!

But this is not the end; the numbers are still skyrocketing!

The ratings for the Super Girl championship night were also soaring, continuously breaking through 42%.

45%, 48%, 51%, 55%, 61%...

Wang Bingwen, who was originally most concerned about the ratings, completely forgot about it at this moment, and stared at Zhang Liangying with bloodshot eyes.

He was excited and proud, for his own waves and the vast sky!

The revelry, shouting, and clapping lasted for several minutes.

In the end, it was Zhang Liangying who picked up the microphone again, finally calming the audience down.

Seeing this, the host, He Ling, quickly seized the opportunity to say:

"I can't take it anymore, I suddenly realize I've become sentimental too. I even cried while listening to a song, it's unbelievable."

He Ling's witty remarks were not ridiculed, but rather resonated with the audience, who immediately gave him a warm round of applause.

"Alright, let's continue our championship night."

As He Ling spoke, she looked at the judges below the stage and asked:

"Teacher Hei Nan, after listening to Zhang Liangying's song, do you have any comments?"

Hei Nan rubbed his eyes, picked up the microphone, and said,

"This song is too sophisticated; I'm not qualified to comment on it!"

His self-deprecating remark earned him another round of enthusiastic applause.

He Ling then looked at Ke Yimin beside her. Ke Yimin picked up the microphone and said in a slightly trembling voice:

"I've commented on too many contestants, too many singers."

It's a contest of skill, a competition to see who wins and who loses.

But what Jane Zhang sang today was the backbone in everyone's heart, giving us all strength.

It has far exceeded the scope of this competition.

After listening to their words, He Ling turned the microphone to herself and said emotionally:

"I was sitting down there just now, and I kept thinking about what we're going to choose in this competition."

Choose the best singer?

Choose the most popular person?

Today I have the answer. The people we chose are those who, even after falling many times and being told by many that they can't do it, still dare to hold their heads high and walk into the light.

Zhang Liangying, thank you for transforming the word "ambition" from a derogatory term into something deeply personal and cherished within each of us.

Now, even louder cheers and applause erupted once again.

Amid the cheers, He Ling looked at the vote count in the text message poll and announced:

"On the night of the 2005 Super Girl competition, Zhang Liangying's final SMS vote count was..."