The next day.
In the morning, it was rainy and cloudy.
Central TV Department 1. In the recording studio of Sing!.
"Plane 1."
"I'm ready."
"Light."
"That's enough, director."
"Has Teacher Fan Wenli arrived?"
"She's putting on makeup."
"Alright, prepare to turn it on!"
The audience had already entered, and the huge venue was filled to the brim. Many of the audience could not contain their excitement and frequently looked towards the stage, whispering to each other from time to time. This was more or less the same set as the first season of The Voice that Zhang Ye directed. The only difference was that the logo had changed a little, the stage colors had changed a little, and the chairs did not seem to be rotating anymore. There was a partition in front of the four coaches' chairs, preventing them from seeing what was happening on the stage. It looked like the partition could be lowered. The rest of the structure did not move at all.
"Are you going to start recording?"
"Hurry up, we can't wait any longer!"
"I'm really looking forward to it. I hope that there will be folk singers like Qian Pingfan, Luo Yu, and Old Master Zhou Danian this year. The contestants from Zhang Ye's season of The Voice were really too shocking!"
"Yeah, the experts are among the people."
"I don't think folk singers are any worse than professional singers."
"Yes, some of them even sing better than professional singers."
"Ah, it's starting. Someone is coming!"
"Host?"
"Murong?"
"Is Murong the host?"
"That's a popular host from Central TV's Spring Festival Gala!"
"Isn't it her style to talk fast?"
"With Zhang Ye's speaking speed, she won't be able to do it, right?"
"Hai, it's such a pity. Sing! can imitate everything, but when it comes to hosting, we really can't find anyone to replace Zhang Ye. That fellow is the only one in the entire world of hosting. This is probably the most regrettable aspect of Sing! After all, the image of Zhang Ye reciting a few hundred words in one go back then was too deeply ingrained in people's hearts. With this change, I'm not sure that everyone will be able to accept it."
"Yes, sigh."
"I don't want to turn the chair anymore. I also feel that it's getting twisted."
"Sing! is no longer The Voice."
The cameras turned on, and the recording officially began.
Everyone was discussing as they watched. None of them could escape the mention of Zhang Ye. It wasn't that they wanted to talk about Zhang Ye, but when it came to The Voice, Zhang Ye's name would never be forgotten. He was like a monument that would stand there forever.
…
Meanwhile.
Beijing Television.
The recording of "I Am a Singer" had also begun. In fact, their recording work had started as early as ten days ago. Because it had elements of a reality show, they needed to follow and film the activities and arrangements of many singers or TV station staff members behind the scenes. For example, there was a meeting with the production team, where they described how they invited the singers and the competition rules. There was also a meeting with the seven hosts, where they assigned tasks to Dong Shanshan and the others. All of these had already been recorded. This was the preliminary work and would be edited out during the broadcast. This was to let the audience understand the rules of the competition, so that they could familiarize themselves with the operation and competition schedule of the show.
Today was the official live recording.
The staff were already in position at 4 or 5 AM. Those who had worked with Zhang Ye before knew that Director Zhang was usually very nice to them and could even joke around with them. But when it came to official work, Director Zhang was extremely demanding when it came to the details of the program, so no one dared to be sloppy.
The walkie-talkie beside Zhang Ye rang.
"Director Zhang, Director Zhang, the number one singer has arrived."
"Alright, follow the camera and ensure the route."
"Director Zhang, singer # 3 will be arriving at the television station soon."
"Let No.3 go around and wait for ten minutes."
"Understood, we won't let the singers meet each other."
"How's the on-site preparation going?"
"The live recording is OK!"
"Verify the equipment again."
"Yes."
"Let the audience enter the venue in half an hour."
"Roger that, Director Zhang."
The singers arrived one after another, but they arrived separately for the sake of confidentiality. This was not just for show. The singers really did not know who the other singers were. From the contract negotiations, to the pre-competition rehearsals, to the live recording, they were all kept in isolation. Only when the singers went onstage would the other singers know who they were through the televisions in the room. This was also to make the show more interesting.
Backstage.
This place had been decorated into a very cozy two-story activity area. There were seven rooms on the second floor. Other than the I Am a Singer logo and the room number, there was no other information about the singers. Only Zhang Ye knew whose rooms were behind the room numbers.
Room number one was Xiaodong's, the leader of Spring Garden.
Zhang Ye pushed open the door and walked in. "Hey, Sister Dong."
Xiaodong was looking around. "Director Zhang, are there cameras all over the room?"
"Yes." Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Do you feel alright?"
Xiaodong forced a smile. "I'm a little nervous."
Zhang Ye said, "You're an Asian celebrity. What have you not seen before?"
Xiaodong said, "But I've never competed with so many of my peers on the same stage before! Just who's here? Hurry up and reveal it to me. I went around just now, but why isn't there anyone in the other rooms? "
Zhang Ye chuckled and said, "You're the first to arrive, so you'll be the first to know who the other six contestants are. I Am a Singer will be hosted by the participating singers. We've already discussed this beforehand. Unless you get eliminated, you'll continue hosting until the grand finals, is that alright with you? Of course, with your skills and popularity, no one will be able to get you eliminated. The other singers' popularity and singing skills are not as good as yours, so you can just sing without worry. "He had already told Xiaodong about this before. Otherwise, she would not have agreed so readily.
Zhang Ye had considered letting Xiaodong be the host. Be it in terms of image, popularity, or eloquence, Xiaodong was a more suitable candidate.
When Xiaodong heard that, she relaxed a little. "That's good. I'm just afraid of losing. That would be too embarrassing."
Zhang Ye handed her the hosting lines. "Here, the information about the singers and the hosting lines are all here. Go through them first and don't leave the room. The other singers will be arriving soon."
"Don't worry." Xiaodong took it from him with a grin.
Seeing this, Zhang Ye quickly turned around and closed the door before quickly walking away.
But less than five seconds after he left, he heard Xiaodong's shocked roar from Room 1. "Zhang Ye! Come back here! What's with this list of singers? "
Several of the cameramen in the activity area looked at Zhang Ye.
Xiao Lu blinked in confusion, not understanding what was going on with Xiaodong. She even gave Zhang Ye a look, indicating that he should go back and have a look.
But who could have expected that Zhang Ye would not even turn around? When he heard the roar from behind him, he walked even faster and pretended not to hear anything!
Room 1.
Xiaodong was so shocked that she nearly fainted!
She looked at the names of the singers on the list!
Chen Guang!
AMY！
Zhang Xia!
Xue Kaiqi!
He Huan!
Zhao Wuliu!
Xiaodong even felt like killing herself!
How could all these famous singers of the music industry be here!?
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