Lu Chen never thought about it.
One day, he would be able to stand in such a place and sing in front of such a large audience.
The spotlight shone brightly on his body, but Lu Chen's heart was surprisingly calm.
The ones who weren't calm were the 150,000 + fans of Lu Fei's live broadcast!
"Lu Fei Da is on stage!"
"I saw it!"
"I'm so excited! So excited! So excited! So excited! So excited! "
"You can do it! We support you forever!"
"Host is mighty … …"
As the host, Li Feiyu didn't even look at the screen.
He curled up his body and stared at the stage with his eyes wide open. He clenched his right hand into a fist and pressed it against his mouth as if something was about to gush out.
He was nervous, extremely nervous. It was as if he was the one standing there at that moment!
Li Feiyu's position was 3.5 meters above the stage. In the VIP area, the people in the industry were still talking about the FIT band's performance. They all expressed their appreciation and recognition of Cheng Xiaodong's performance. Cheng Xiaodong's performance was the highest out of all the bands that had performed so far.
Su Qingmei didn't care. She pulled Dong Yu's hand and said, "That kid is on stage. Just wait for a good show!"
There was a charming smile at the corner of her mouth, like a fox eyeing a chick.
Dong Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Do you have to be like this? Even if he doesn't sing well, what do you get out of it? To vent your anger? "
"Sister Yu, am I that shallow?"
Su Qingmei proudly said, "I attacked him because I wanted him to clearly understand his own status. Then I will sign him and train him well. Only people who have experienced setbacks will know how to appreciate it!"
Dong Yu was speechless.
Su Qingmei actually wanted to say that what she had prepared for Lu Chen was not just the appetizer of the appearance ranking.
The real feast was yet to come!
The scene quickly quieted down. The excitement caused by the FIT band and Cheng Xiaodong quickly subsided. More than 2,000 people looked at Lu Chen with surprise, curiosity, doubt, and confusion.
The performers who appeared in front of Lu Chen were all in groups. They were either a full band or singers accompanied by a band. No one ran onto the stage like him with an ordinary wooden guitar.
Was Lu Chen going to sing a love song or a ballad?
That kind of soft and powerless song, how could it match the atmosphere of the scene?
How much courage did he need to stand in front of everyone?
Many of the audience felt that their mood had been ruined and were a little dissatisfied. There were even boos in the crowd.
Although most of the audience members were well-mannered and wouldn't jeer before Lu Chen's performance, the booing of just three or four people was particularly ear-piercing.
Imperceptibly, it gave the people standing on the stage a huge amount of pressure!
Lu Chen ignored the boos and said into the microphone, "Good evening everyone, I am Lu Chen from Nepenthes Bar. I will be bringing you my original work. This is the first time I will be singing this song in public."
"Its name is In The Spring!"
Original work? First time singing? In The Spring?
The audience was a little confused and felt that the information was a little too much.
Lu Chen didn't explain anymore and played the prelude neatly.
The moment the steel string was plucked, his eyes looked into the void in front of him. His dark eyes seemed to be jumping with flames.
Countless memories emerged in Lu Chen's mind. Those were the memories of Xu Bo.
The flames in his eyes turned into endless vicissitudes and a slightly hoarse voice rushed out of his mouth!
"Still remember many years ago in the spring,
At that time, I didn't have my hair cut,
No credit card, no her,
No home with 24 hour hot water.
But I was so happy at that time,
Although I only had a broken wooden guitar,
On the street, under the bridge, in the field,
Singing the song that no one cared about!
… … "
At the beginning, the melody was very soothing. It was telling the people the story of the past, with a little vicissitudes and nostalgia, nostalgia for that period of time that would never be forgotten.
However, when everyone thought it was a nostalgic folk song, the rhythm of the song suddenly sped up and the sound of the piano was sonorous!
"If one day, I have no one to rely on,
Please leave me here, in that time!
If one day, I leave quietly,
Please bury me here, In The Spring!
… … "
Suddenly, a heart-wrenching roar rang out. The intense emotions were like artillery fire on the battlefield, bombarding everyone's heart with lightning speed, causing their scalps to go numb!
It really touched the soul!
But at this time, the singing returned to the rhythm of the previous melody.
"Still remember those lonely spring days,
I didn't have a beard at that time,
No Valentine's Day, no gifts,
No my cute little princess,
But I don't think everything is that bad,
Although I only have the illusion of love,
In the morning, in the night, in the wind,
Singing the song that no one cared about!
… … "
The people who had been caught off guard finally came to their senses and became excited.
It was the first time for everyone present to hear this song. Normally, it was difficult for a new song to arouse the emotional resonance of the audience. Many good songs needed to be listened to several times before they could hear the true flavor.
But this song "In The Spring" was not like that. Its melody and lyrics were not complicated. There was not the slightest bit of obscurity. Instead, it was full of burning, vicissitudes, nostalgia feelings. It was so sincere and moving that it was impossible to resist!
Everyone understood, understood, and was irresistibly moved.
People were moved, not because of the sadness contained in the lyrics, but because of the loss of the soul, the entanglement of emotions, the hesitation of losing after obtaining, and the frustration of being unable to recover the past era.
Listen:
"Maybe one day, I have no one to rely on,
Please leave me here, in that time!
If one day, I leave quietly,
Please bury me here, In The Spring,
In The Spring ~ "
The whole scene was completely quiet. Only the accompaniment of the guitar and Lu Chen's singing echoed. The harsh boos had long disappeared, which made people feel ridiculous and pitiful when they thought about it.
The biggest impact of this song was not on the more than 2,000 audience members, but the singers who performed with Lu Chen on the same stage.
They came from all over the country. Many people came to Beijing to pursue their musical ideals. They longed to be famous, to be appreciated, and to be the object of attention.
However, the reality was always so cruel. When ideals were replaced by the need to survive, and youth passed away without any gain, they gradually became numb, no longer stuck to their beliefs, forgot their original intentions, and became accustomed to it.
Until now, when they heard Lu Chen's song "In The Spring", the deep scars hidden in their hearts were torn open layer by layer, 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 …
At the entrance of the backstage, Qin Hanyang and Sister Na stood side by side. The former's face was flushed red, and his body was slightly trembling. The latter's eyes were filled with sparkling tears, and she used her teeth to bite her lips.
Inside, the members of the North Needle Band were all silent. Gan Lang sat blankly as if he was petrified by magic.
He felt that he was very sad.
Cheng Xiaodong stopped in the staff passageway. His expression was incomparably ugly.
At the bottom of the Blue Lotus Bar, whether it was the singers or the band members who had already performed or were waiting to go on stage, they all spontaneously rushed to the large floor-to-ceiling window. They looked at the stage through the glass as if they were on a pilgrimage!
Because they knew that they were witnessing the birth of a classic!
In the middle and upper VIP areas, no one spoke.
At this moment, there was no need to say anything, just listen to the song.
"If one day, I quietly leave, please bury me here, In The Spring, In The Spring ~"
"Gazing at this moment in the gorgeous spring, it's still as warm as it was then …"
The song gradually faded, but the emotions remained, as if spring had never left.
… …
Note: "In The Spring" lyricist/composer: Wang Feng.
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