Freelance Artist

  Chapter 21 God Level Scene

   Songs for yourself.

  Lights gathered on the stage of "Cloud Song Club".

  Big screen in the background, with five-character song titles presented in artistic fonts.

   Zhang Xiyang in the center of the field held a microphone and lowered his head under the watchful eyes of thousands of spectators.

  With the cooperation of the live band, the prelude of the song sounded, and the piano sound was low and slow with its inherent graininess. Under the colorful follow-up lights, the past seemed to emerge in front of Zhang Xiyang like flowing water.

   "I want to but can't get it..."

   Zhang Xiyang spoke, his voice seemed to be a bit lower than the publicly released studio version, so that the second line of the lyrics was almost read out.

   "What's wrong with you?"

  This behavior of suddenly losing the melody is handled without the slightest sense of abruptness. It is like a dialogue and communication, as if asking yourself and the audience.

next moment.

  Zhang Xiyang seemed to be asking and answering questions by himself, raising his voice slightly: "I don't want to part with it, I just focus on talking nonsense about the past..."

   In the first two sentences, there were still people encouraging you to come on.

  After reaching this sentence, the scene has become quiet.

   "When you find out that time is a thief, it has already stolen all your choices. Love is just a high fever, and longing is the follow-up cough..."

  The audience was suddenly in a trance.

  Many people have not noticed that there is a difference between this live version and the publicly released version. Not only the sentence sentences have changed, but the tone has also changed.

  If the version produced in the recording studio is a refined version, the scene has a primitive feeling. The less the singer's singing skills are used, the stronger the emotion.

  The eyes of the audience gradually changed.

   Rather than saying that Zhang Xiyang is singing "Song for Myself", it is better to say that this is just an uncle telling a story about his past on stage, and he can't restrain himself when the love is strong.

   In a trance.

  The eyes of the older audience began to turn red. There was no wind and sand at the scene, but many people's eyes were fascinated.

  " is unforgivable

   But can't stop

  Hate over the wall at night

   is empty

   but buzzing

  Who put a cold gun in your heart? "

  The audience, who already had deep sympathy for this song, sang along with Zhang Xiyang lightly, and their eyes were a little wet from the singing. Perhaps it was because most of these people were old and felt deeply.

  Zhang Xiyang's every word seemed to have turned into a sudden cold shot, shattering dusty memories and opening doors in his heart.

   "Oath of old love is like a slap in the face

   get slapped every time you remember a sentence

   Then I can’t smell it for several years

  I can't smell a woman's fragrance..."

  In the simple lyrics, in the slightly hoarse singing, the melody and Zhang Xiyang's voice are slightly staggered, but there is no dissonance, but it highlights a kind of helplessness, with sobbing like crying.

  The keyboard in the back row and the drummer exchanged glances.

  The band heard the intentions of the singers, and understood each other's intentions. There was a slight change in the melody, with some elements of live performance, matching Zhang Xiyang's vicissitudes of singing:

   "The past is not like smoke..."

  He pulled the microphone close to his mouth, as if he forgot that he was singing, and just spoke softly, with a self-deprecating and emotional voice:

  "Yes, nostalgia in love is not a virtue."

   Zhang Xiyang gently shook his head in the magnified image of the singer on the rear screen, but his own eyes were red.

  The scene became more and more quiet, and the eyes of the audience gathered under the lights. Although many people had heard this song before, they felt a completely different feeling at this moment.

   In a flash of thought, everyone finally realized the difference in this version.

  Zhang Xiyang’s whispers are his own personal emotions, which are very different from the studio version released before. The former is for the public, but the latter just opens his heart and confesses some experiences.

  The distance between the singer and the audience is suddenly close at hand.

  In the suddenly narrowing distance, there are some young audiences in the audience. At this moment, they also have a feeling of being hit, as if they suddenly understood the song—

   It seems that people will always encounter such songs in their lives.

  Ming Ming didn’t think there was anything special when he first listened to it, but when he tasted it again, his mind faltered until he got deeper and deeper and couldn’t extricate himself.

   "It's a pity that being in love is not like singing

   No matter how serious you are, you can’t become a style

   Let me ask you who you have met and missed?

  Whether you are a repeat offender or a clean criminal

  The only ones I know are those who have been together for a long time

  I haven’t seen a long-term relationship…”

  Like drinking a glass of mild wine, Du Kang's throat was calm and breezy. Looking back, his eyes were already drunk and blurred. More and more audience members had strange expressions until their eyes turned red and burst into tears.

   "Don't rush the years

  I don’t push what should come

   What should be paid back

  I will give what should be given..."

  Zhang Xiyang's voice was drawn out very long, and his body was also shaking. Obviously, his shoulders shook slightly, but the following voice became shorter and more powerful, as if walking through a long period of confusion through the fog:

   "Don't rush the years!

   I won't chase those who go far away!

  I'm just trying to figure out what's going on..."

  When the singer uttered the lyrics in the form of reading and singing again, these emotions have already infected almost all the audience in the audience. Those grievances, confusion, and puzzles gradually have a vague answer.

   Just for a moment.

  Zhang Xiyang's voice raised a bit again, and he sang almost word for word: "Her love has been buried in my heart and smoothed out for several years, and there is still power!"

  Like the long-time nectar after a dead heart;

  Like sunshine all the way after the haze is swept away;

  When the last word echoed, the long trembling sound finally shattered the defensive defenses of everyone on the scene. In the colorful lights at this moment, no one could remain indifferent.

  The scene was in shock.

  Zhang Xiyang’s word-by-word pause was like a layer-by-layer progression of emotions, until at the end everything was broken, leaving an indomitable firmness to move forward:

   "It is unforgivable but unstoppable

  Love over the wall at night

   is empty but buzzing

  Who put a cold gun in your heart

  Oath of old love is like a slap in the face

   get slapped every time you remember a sentence

   Then I can’t smell it for several years

   Can't smell a woman

   Then I couldn’t smell a woman’s fragrance for several years...”

The fragrance of a woman turns and turns, and the cooperation of the band has almost reached its peak. There is no need for the singer and the musicians to discuss in advance. The sound of the keyboard is suddenly very heavy. A completely different version of the recording studio.

   This is the charm of the scene!

Zhang Xiyang has never been a singer who follows the rules, and the band has never been willing to be a singer's answer. The fierce collision of art is often so caught off guard. The combination of the piano and several other electronic instruments creates a huge emotional impact wave after wave. , it's still the same song, but it sounds completely different!

  Boom boom boom!

  The stage exploded amidst the dense drumbeats, all the voices converged and dispersed, the emotions were pushed to the peak, and then fell hard from a high altitude.

  The singing hadn't ended yet, but the accompaniment stopped suddenly. Zhang Xiyang looked up at the audience, but his eyes were out of focus. No one knew who he was looking at.

   "Think

   but not available

  What happened to you

  I want it but I can’t get it..."

  Zhang Xiyang exhaled lightly, the colorful lights reflected on his face, his eyes gradually gained focus, but the emotion in his voice was no longer strong and deep, like a sentence of relief after seeing through it, so light and so heavy:

   "In love, there is no wise man."

  A tear fell down his cheek. He didn't wipe it away, but subconsciously lowered his head to avoid it, but he didn't escape the instant capture of the camera.

  The accompaniment starts again.

  It is as deep and slow as the prelude, but it has some special flavors, which makes people scrutinize the lingering sound, but it is still unfinished.

  The scene was silent for a few seconds.

   Countless audiences under the stage had tears in their eyes.

  Cruising under the light, someone tried to wipe it subconsciously, but both wrists turned in mid-air amidst the sound of sudden boiling, so hundreds of thousands of palms slapped together, gathering like a tide, and then the waves came surging.

  backstage.

  The agent also slapped his palms red and made a cry without specific meaning, but the host's mixed emotions were in his ears:

   "God-level scene..."

   This is indeed an undisputed god-level scene.

If the public version of "Song for Myself" is sung for all listeners, then this version is the real version, Zhang Xiyang's song for himself, but when he sang it for himself, he inadvertently moved everyone, no matter they Whether I liked this song or not.

   That night.

  Even before the end of "Cloud Song Club", a video suddenly went wild in countless chat groups inside and outside the industry.

  Video Title: Zhang Xiyang God-Level Live! !

  The content of the video is surprisingly Zhang Xiyang's live version of "Song to Myself".

When many classic old songs are not popular, suddenly a singer contributes a god-level scene, or a special version, and then sings this song very popular, with elements of adaptation, elements of emotion, and atmosphere The element of personal play with the singer finally achieved these.

  (end of this chapter)