Perfect Superstar

Lu Chen never thought about it.

One day, he was able to stand in such a place and sing to so many audiences.

Lu Chen's heart was surprisingly calm when a bright beam of spotlight struck him.

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“Lu Fei Da is here! ”

“I saw it! ”

“I'm so excited! So excited! So excited! So excited! So excited! ”

“Come on, anchor, we're with you, forever! ”

“The anchor...”

And Li Feiyu, who hosted the scene, didn't go to the screen at all.

He curled his body, stared into the direction of the stage, his eyes stared at the boss, his right hand held his fist and pressed his mouth to death, as if something was about to erupt in it, which was the only way to contain it.

Nervous, tremendously nervous, as if it were himself standing there at this moment!

Li Feiyu is located 3.5 meters up, in the top VIP area, and those in the circle are still talking about the performance just finished by the Fido band. They expressed appreciation and recognition for Cheng Xiaodong's performance, which is by far the highest rating of all the band singers who have played.

Su Qianmei didn't care. She held Dong Yu's hand and said: “The boy is on the scene, wait and see the show! ”

The corner of her mouth was smiling and smiling like a fox looking at a chick.

Dong Yu could not cry: “As for you? Even if he doesn't sing well, what do you get? Export gas?”

“Sister Yu, is Miss Ben so shallow? ”

Su Qianmei said proudly: “I struck him to make him aware of his identity, and then I signed him up for training, because only those who have experienced setbacks know how to cherish it! ”

Dong Yu said nothing.

Su Qianmei actually wanted to say that she wasn't just preparing Lu Chen for the entrance ranking, this appetizer.

The real meal's in the back!

The scene quickly calmed down. The heat originally generated by the Fido band and Cheng Xiaodong quickly subsided. More than 2,000 viewers watched Lu Chen on stage with a handheld guitar, either surprised or curious, or confused or confused.

The performers appearing in front of Lu Chen were in groups, either a complete band or a singer accompanied by a band. No one came to the stage with a regular wooden guitar like him.

Is Lu Chen going to play a love song or a folk song?

Does that soft, powerless song go well with the atmosphere?

How brave would it be for him to stand in front of everyone?

Many viewers feel a little dissatisfied with the destruction of their emotions, and there are even shouts in the crowd.

Although the majority of the audience is still very good, at least they won't get up until Lu Chen sings, it's just three or four people who make a loud noise, which also sounds extraordinary.

Intangibles put tremendous pressure on people standing on the stage!

Lu Chen ignored the whine, he said to the microphone: “Good evening everyone, I am Lu Chen from Forgotten Grass, I bring you my original work, this song is the first time to sing in public. ”

“It's called, in the spring! ”

Original work? First time? In the spring?

The audience on the scene heard something strange and felt that the amount of information was a little too much.

Lu Chen did not explain, the prelude sounded neatly on the ground.

At the moment when the steel strings moved, his eyes looked at the void in front of him, and his dark eyes seemed to have a flame jump.

Countless memories emerged in Lu Chen's mind, which belonged to Xu Bo.

The flames in your eyes turn into endless mulberries, with a slightly dull deep song gushing out!

“Remember many years ago in the spring,

I hadn't cut my hair yet.

No credit card, no girlfriend.

No 24-hour hot water home.

But I was so happy.

Although there is only one broken wood guitar,

In the streets, under the bridge, in the fields,

Singing that song that nobody cares about!

…… ”

The melody at the beginning was very soothing, telling people stories that belonged to the past, with a little candle and a little nostalgia, in love with that light and shadow that will never be forgotten.

However, when people thought it was a nostalgic folk song, the song's rhythm soared sharply and the music sounded loud!

“If one day, I always had nothing to do,

Please leave me in that time!

If one day I leave quietly.

Please bury me this spring! ”

…… ”

Suddenly a heartbreaking roar, strong enough to add emotion, like a flash of gunfire on the battlefield, bombarded everyone's heartland with a thunderbolt, letting them battle chestnuts to the scalp numbness!

It really touches the soul!

But at this point, the song returns to the previous melody rhythm.

“Remember those lonely springs,

I didn't have a mustache.

No Valentine's Day, no gifts.

Without my lovely little princess,

But I don't think it's that bad.

Though I only have fantasies about love,

In the morning, in the night, in the wind,

Singing that song that nobody cares about!

…… ”

The people who had been beaten so suddenly finally woke up and excited.

This is the first time that everyone here has heard this song. It is hard to empathize with the audience emotionally with a new song, and many good songs need to be heard several times before they can really smell it.

But this is not the case in Spring. It is not complicated by melodies or lyrics. There is nothing obscure about it, and the fiery, muddy, memorable emotions it contains are so sincerely moving and irresistible!

You understand, you understand, you are irresistibly moved.

People are touched not by the sentiments contained in the lyrics, but by the loss of the soul, the emotional tangles, the wanderings that have been lost since, and the frustrations of past times that cannot be recovered.

Listen:

“Perhaps one day, I'll always be helpless.

Please leave me in that time!

If one day I leave quietly,

Please bury me this spring,

Spring ~ ”

The whole scene was completely quiet, only the guitar accompaniment and Lu Chen's song were echoing, and those stinging lies had disappeared, making people think it was ridiculous and pathetic.

The song was hardest hit not by more than 2,000 viewers, but by the singers who performed with Lu Chen.

They come from the North and South China Sea. Many people come to the capital in pursuit of musical ideals. They yearn to become famous, to be appreciated, to be the object of attention.

Yet reality is always so cruel that when ideals are replaced by the need to survive, youth passes away to nothing, they gradually become numb, cease to adhere to their beliefs, forget their original intentions, and become accustomed to normal.

Until now, when Lu Chen's "In the Spring" was heard, their hearts hidden deep scars, so one layer was ripped apart by blood, and they experienced unspeakable pain.

How could such a song be sung by Lu Chen!!

He's so young. He's just a newcomer. He's...

At the back door of the performance, Qin Hanyang and Na Sister stood shoulder to shoulder. The former's face rose red and her body trembled slightly. In the latter's eyes there were crystalline tears, and her lips were bitten hard with her teeth.

Inside, all the people in the Northhand band were silent, and Gan Lang sat down as if he had been petrified.

He thought he was pathetic.

Cheng Xiaodong stopped in the employee aisle and was incredibly impressed.

The bottom floor of the Blue Lotus Bar, both singers and band members who have already appeared and are waiting to appear, all spontaneously poured out in front of the large landing window, looking through the glass to the stage, like a pilgrimage!

Because they know they're witnessing the birth of a classic!

Nobody talks in the VIP area of the middle and upper floors.

There is no need to say anything more at this moment, just listen to the song.

“If one day I leave quietly, please bury me, this spring, spring ~”

“Watching this rotten spring, still warm as it was...”

The song faded and the emotions were still alive, as if spring had never left.

Note: "In Spring" song: Wang Feng.

PS: I'm used to padding before orgasm writing, and if I don't feel comfortable enough, I'll try to be as concise as possible.