Recapture the Entertainment Industry

The word kung fu, seriously, is actually a very vain concept.

Some people do have a natural voice, but the same song, the professional singer sings very differently from the average person. The breath, the sound range, and many similar techniques need to rely on the exercise of the day after tomorrow to be developed. And when basic voice conditions are ripe, progress depends on how much the singer understands music.

So many people often find that comparing the early and late works of the same singer, or letting the same singer sing their early songs at a later stage, even if the bite and rhythm are exactly the same, still sounds much younger. Of course, that's just the difference that happens most of the time, and there's always a dozen years in the entertainment world where there's no progress.

The original owner, the hardware condition is really good, whether it's appearance or voice, can be considered good in Rodin's view. It was only the sentiments of birth and the life of displacement at a young age that afflicted him, leaving him feeling insecure, inferior and unfit to express himself from an early age. This personality is more difficult to find trustworthy friends in the acting world than outside, and no one shares his anxiety. Too much thought, then depression, better talent, no one willing to dig. Because he couldn't let go of the show, he didn't sing very often when he really talked, and he lacked the experience of controlling the scene and performing live, which was far enough to mask his strengths.

But it just so happens that everything the original owner lacks is best at Rodin.

Decades ago, the entertainment industry wasn't the one now with late phonetics, phonetic singing, HD, director groups, lights, and audience satisfaction. At that time, television was not popular enough. Almost all the most popular entertainers mixed in the music arena. The threshold of the music industry was much higher than it is now. If you want to be famous, it really is a lack of external strength. Weakness in either area is an absolute fatal wound. Cao Dingkun was out of his mind at the time. He irrevocably chose the hardest and most spectacular route to the altar at the time. And success is famous for it. Nearly a thousand armies competed across the Ogi Bridge to kill the fence, and the price he paid was unimaginable to the new singers today.

He practiced vocal cavities and vibrations in order to progress, read too many professional books, plus enough enlightenment, even after he got older, slowly shifted his career focus to the movie circle, Cao Dingkun name in the position of the album, is also forever positioned as a classic unshakeable.

Pan Yiming is a popular singer, her song is not very difficult, with Rodin's ability to master a less familiar professional singing throat can still be done.

Rodin's voice was bright and few impurities, he was just a little emotional, he hummed a light to almost faint effect, the moment he heard the voice, he even had a little surprise.

Pan Yiming woke up just after his prelude was almost finished. She swept down the stage and found that most of the people around her were attracted to the stage.

“Time flickered, like a white warrior clearance, turned his eyes and came here...” Rodingyou's phony sounds still circled the beam, with a magnetic true voice sounded when people suddenly couldn't prevent it. Although accompanied by only the simplest guitar strings, it was tranced to forget that this was a clear song, slowly immersed in each other's loud tail sounds.

Pan Yiming was really shocked. She really didn't think that her saliva pop song could be translated into such a deeply sad style. When she spoke up, her voice was obviously a little dull because of the tension belt: “Meet again, distant gap, friends without any alienation...”

Rodin hummed the tune to accompany her as she spoke, and Pan Yiming consciously went to capture the light tone just right, risking herself to forget the words. She couldn't help but stare at the smiling Rodin. She seemed to have a deep look at the other side with water and had the illusion of being sucked into a black hole.

Rodin's technique compensated for Pan Yiming's dysfunction, and the part of the voice between the two men was because his salvation was beautiful and somewhat untrue--

“The initial blessing has been preserved to this day--

May you be hailed every day, celebrated and filled with life. Without encountering any difficulties, Ding worked a little hard, walking the widest open road... "

Pan Yiming's voice is getting smaller and smaller, and he has finally lightened up to the sound of harmony for Rodin, while listening to Rodin's song. She has not been moved out of her true feelings by music for many years, and this is her familiar song, which can come out of Rodin's mouth and change into a completely different face.

The noisy voices beneath the stage had long disappeared, and everyone was staring at the stage in a daze, and the strong light was closing their eyes to singing like a painting by Rodin. The originally careless segments of Shu Bo and Liang Guang Guang also became serious. Gongliang Guang has been a little wrong since he heard the front song. After the side song, he didn't hold on. He turned to Zheng Kezhen in confusion: “Do I remember correctly? Rodin told us he's been on the road for years, right? ”

Zheng Kezhen was immersed in the song, only to feel that he had returned to his youth riding bicycles and companions across the alley. The friendship without impurities had long since farewell to his life. He suddenly raised a grievous regret, interrupted by the public, and immediately lowered his head to cover his slightly red orbit: "Yes, yes. Said he went out before he was a minor. He's only in his twenties now. ”

Public and broad-minded brains are becoming less and less usable. Once and for all, Rodin overturned his speculation of each other's weaknesses - outstanding appearance, great temperament, stable personality, excellent social skills. Zheng Zheng can assure him that his acting is comparable to ghost talent. Now he has witnessed the other's singing skills so impeccably.

He couldn't figure out why a man like that hasn't been red for so many years.

The original pair of singers, because Pan Yiming's retreat gradually became the home of Rodin. After the song, the guitar sounded like there was only one person left in the scene.

Nobody applauds, nobody screams.

He took a deep breath, opened his eyes and swept faceless under the stage.

After a few breaths, there was a rare rally of applause, which seemed to wake up other stunned audiences, and moments later, the thunderous applause began to buzz in the room.

“Good job!!!” With a rare applause in his applause, Rodin smiled slightly at the crowd and gently jumped off the bench, reaching out to Pan Yiming sitting next to him and gently landing her on the ground. It's as if those audiences who don't appreciate him outbursting under the stage are really just ordinary audiences, not well-known media people who can pick up their own vibrations.

Thinking that Pan Yiming in the chorus did not get upset because the singing was suppressed, but gave the home field to herself, Luoding smiled with a little gratitude. Pan Yiming was blank by the smile for a moment, and only after he got off the stage did he understand the other party's implication. He couldn't help but feel a little bitter. And where does she just go from the perspective of Rodin? The two of them go hand in hand, but she's really insane tonight, and she's only going to end up humiliating herself.

A famous female singer who had been on the bestseller list countless times, she was now crushed to death by an unidentified newcomer. Pan Yiming realized that there was still some sourness in her mind as a front wave. After singing the song, she was naturally thoughtful, but immediately swept away her initial discomfort.

Thinking of the glamorous charm that had just erupted when Rodingside was singing, she became more and more determined to invite each other to participate in the shooting. As long as it works properly, it will definitely be a super selling spot to drive the sales of her new album!

Rodin returned to the podium and everyone, including the public, stood up and applauded.

“Yes!” Kung Liang couldn't help but lean over and pat him on the shoulder. It was hard to appreciate, “You really... let me not know what to say! ”

“Actually, it's not true.” Rodin frowned and said with some hesitation, "I seem to be used to the song of lyrics, this song should have been happier, Sister Pan's situation was ruined by me. ”

Pan Yiming wanted to compliment Luoding when he spoke publicly. When he heard the words, he sucked his lips. Situational singing is broken... She doesn't even know whether to be proud or ashamed to think of herself just caught in the warmth created by Rodin.

As an old scholar, Guangliang Liangguang loved the other party so strictly demanding his attitude. His face suddenly smiled and his teeth disappeared. He was encouraged to say two words, which did not conceal his appreciation.

Rodin felt the eyes of those outside the pod betting on him, and while he still had no change of color, he felt his breath in his heart for a long time.

Happy wind? Of course he knew that the song was a joyous song, and he could totally sing that joyous feeling. But then what? The wind of joy is now getting harder and harder to eat in the record industry, and the whole market is singing with love. Rodin's interpretation of the song seemed to deviate from the intent to wish him life, but where was he meant to wish him life from beginning to end?

It is calculated that the producer will come to the door within a few days at the latest. Rodin's low eyebrows are not moved by the praise around him. Naturally, the calm and calm look in the eyes of the other person stirred up a discussion about his age. Rodin naturally wouldn't mind the gossip, but before he sat down, he heard a man in his ear shouting his current name.

Raising his head, standing in front of him was actually Shu Bo. Duan Xiubo and Zheng Ke changed positions, standing very close to him, Rodin raised his head and was crashing into each other's dark eyes.

The first reaction in his brain was to gaze at what he was thinking, but for a moment he couldn't find any other purpose in his gentle smile.

He hung a fake smile on his subconscious: "Brother Duan? ”

“Very good.” Duan Shubo stared at Rodin's eyes, and did not see from inside any ordinary artist's awe of himself. The smile appeared more gentle, and even rarely reached out one hand, “he was afraid of the afterlife. ”

Luo Ding thought of the deeper contents of the eight words, smiling with a little shame: “Brother Duan himself how old, don't make fun of me. ”

The slightly cooler palms of the palms of the hot palms touch away, and Duan Hubo only grabbed the other person's long fingers and squeezed an empty space. The same gentleness as himself made Duan Shubo realize something, but before he could speak, he heard someone shouting Rodin's name outside the podium.

He turned around with Rodin and saw an unexpected man: "Gu Yaxing? ”

Gu Yaxing smiled and said hello to him before turning his attention back to Rodin: “Is it really you? ”

“… General Valley.” Rodin instantly turns to the other side in memory - Gu Yaxing, the owner of the Yaxing studio. In other words, he is now the supreme boss of the body.

Gu Ya Xing's heart is stunned. He was suspicious when Rodin came to power. The five officials were exactly the same, but the temperament of the other party made him definitely not speculate in any case. Although he doesn't know much about Rodin, he is at least one of the pillars of his company. There is still a basic understanding. How can Rodin stay in his temple for so many years if he really has that typhoon and that singing kung fu on stage? He came over with uncertainty and tried to shout at each other. He rehearsed in his heart. If the wrong person should apologize, but he never expected it, this attitude made him feel like a stranger. The young man was really that Rodin!

With countless doubts in his head, he poured a ladle of cold water on the other side's eyes as if they were clear to the bottom.

When he opened his mouth, he finally held out a pale sentence: "… what are you doing here? ”