Because the time zones were different, it was nighttime in Yanzhou's Qi'an City, but that might not be the case elsewhere.
On planet Baiji, where the military base was located, it was currently afternoon.
Shanta and a batch of the base's top brass were seated in a recording studio. The equipment here was of the highest quality, and the "Hall of Fame" grade tickets that Shanta had bought would be screened here.
"Everyone should relax now. It's rare to get a chance to catch a concert. How many years has it been since we've seen something like this? I rather miss it."
When Shanta had been young, he had also gone to a concert hall, but at that time, he had been with others to join in the fun and show off. After he had entered the military, he had never gone there again. When he had been transferred to planet Baiji, there had been no entertainment venues, let alone a concert hall. Although he could not attend the concert live this time, listening to it online was also a pretty good experience.
Before this, Shanta had sent some videos and photos to Fang Zhao to let Fang Zhao do as he saw fit. When the time came for the official concert, Fang Zhao could pick a few photos to use as background images to set off the atmosphere.
The reason Shanta was so supportive of Fang Zhao, besides Fang Zhao's contributions to planet Baiji, was also because of another motive. He did not have a strong business acumen, but when he had seen the news of Silver Wing hyping up Fang Zhao's concert and Fiery Bird taking the opportunity to sell a batch of audio equipment, he had wanted to use this opportunity to promote himself.
Needless to say, the public did not necessarily like the style of official publicity. Once Project Starlight had ended, the number of people paying attention to planet Baiji had clearly decreased.
Now, planet Baiji did not lack investments, but Shanta also hoped to garner more attention from the general public. After thinking it over, he decided to use Fang Zhao's matter to make his presence known. 11
The last time the group ticket purchase had caused a stir, Shanta had been rather pleased. For today's concert, Shanta had specially sent out news that many places in the military base would be concentrating on watching the concert.
Back when it had been revealed that his military base had bought so many tickets to watch the concert, he had been criticized by many people, saying that he was spending money recklessly and wasting military funds. The people who had criticized him had included officers from other military bases who were of the same rank as him.
But Shanta had ignored them. Later, during a video conference attended by various military base higher-ups, he had directly retorted.
"How is this recklessly spending money?"
"Us veterans on planet Baiji are tired to death all year round. Many of us don't even get to return home once in 10 years. In the past, when communications were poor, it was difficult to even see each other online. Now that conditions are better, can't we have some entertainment? It's not your own soldiers who don't feel bad, right? "
"The military districts of the various continents on the Mother Planet often invite celebrities to perform. What's wrong with watching a concert online in a remote place like ours? That sum of money might not even be more than what you spend every year when you invite celebrities to perform! "
"Furthermore, this concert is Fang Zhao's. Who is Fang Zhao? Serving on planet Baiji, discoverer of grade A power ore, reserve duty major! He's not someone with a suspicious identity! "
Shanta was mocking a certain military district that had once invited people to perform, only to discover that there were spies from extremist organizations among them. Something big had almost happened.
"Before talking about our Baiji military district, wipe your own butt clean first!"
After Shanta finished his rant in the video conference, he snorted in his heart. In comparison, all we did was save money to watch an online concert. What right do we have to be scolded? Moreover, this had the effect of publicity. How was it wrong?!
Ever since Shanta had flown into a rage during the video conference, not many people had brought up the matter again.
Actually, for people at their level, attending a concert was just a small matter. The people who criticized Shanta over this matter were just that Shanta was in the limelight and felt that it was unfair.
Speaking of the concert, Shanta actually had another thought.
Planet Baiji was going to film a documentary. It was different from the short films and publicity films from before. This time, it was more formal. After the production was completed, besides broadcasting it to the public, it would also be archived. In the future, Shanta's records of his accomplishments would also be included as a realistic record.
That documentary had actually been filming for a long time and had always been in production. It was just that it had not been released to the public yet. Every year, a few episodes would be produced to document the changes that happened on planet Baiji.
A documentary naturally needed a soundtrack. The military district had recommended a few people, and they were all masters who specialized in producing soundtracks for military documentaries. Naturally, Shanta could not reject them. For such an important documentary, every personnel involved in the production had to go through a series of checks and verifications, including the soundtrack composer.
However, if Shanta fancied a piece that was suitable to be included in the documentary, and if the composer had no problems, he could also buy it.
Thus, Shanta thought that if there were 10 pieces in Fang Zhao's concert, and if he was satisfied, he would pick one and buy it. Shanta had the authority to allocate a portion of the budget. Compared to this portion, the money for a soundtrack really did not take up much. When the time came, it would be included in the publicity and production budget.
7: 30 PM in Qi 'an City.
The atmosphere outside the music hall had already cooled down. At this moment, the reporters squatting outside started to regret. If only they had bought live tickets and gone inside. Perhaps they would have been able to capture a few more photos of those low-key people who had not walked on the red carpet.
Now, it was the reporters who had bought tickets and gone inside who would, from time to time, release some live news. For example, they had seen so-and-so great masters, so-and-so stars, and so on.
In hall number 1, the concert officially began.
As the composer of this concert, Fang Zhao went on stage to give his thanks.
Facing the packed hall, Fang Zhao smiled and said, "Welcome to my concert, everyone. This is the first concert of my life..."
Many people who had held their first concert stood here, exhausted from not sleeping all night. They put on a calm facade, but Fang Zhao was the opposite. At this time and place, he felt refreshed, as if he had achieved his dream.
In both his previous and current lives, this was the first time he had held a concert of his own in such a venue. He was not a singer, nor was he a professional performer, but as a composer, he was the same as many composers. He liked to use this sort of method to let more people hear his "voice."
He expressed his thoughts, expressed his thanks, and briefly introduced the background of tonight's 10 songs. Ming Cang had told him before that people came to listen to his work, not to listen to his story. Even if they wanted to speak, they had to wait until after the concert. Also, the opening speech should not be too long. Modern people did not have that much patience.
After the opening speech, when Fang Zhao went backstage, the white-haired orchestra conductor, who was about to go on stage, nodded at Fang Zhao, indicating that Fang Zhao did not need to worry.
Actually, this conductor was over 80 years old. In the New Era, he was not considered old. Even if his hair was white, it would not be this white. His current head of white hair was actually dyed by himself. Because this conductor felt that having a head of white hair made him look prettier and more stylish.
The lights changed, and the venue quietened down.
The VIP booths were also lowered, but there was a special curtain between the booths, so only a blurry silhouette could be seen next door.
Zaro craned his neck to take a look, but he could only make out what seemed like four or five people. He could not make out any more.
Who exactly was next door?
Zaro was still guessing, his mind distracted.
Barbara was chatting with a friend in Lazhou. It was not convenient for voice calls, so she could only send text messages.
"Hahaha, since when were you together with Zaro?" The people in Lazhou had also seen the news pushed by Yanzhou's entertainment magazine. It had caused quite a stir in Lazhou.
Barbara did not want to talk about this at all. She said unhappily, "Unlucky!"
The other side clearly knew that entertainment reporters would create news even if there was no news. They also understood Barbara's character, so they just mentioned it and laughed it off. If they said too much, Barbara would lose her temper, and when she was angry, she was rather difficult to deal with. Therefore, the other party stopped talking and asked, "Aren't you listening to a concert? Do you have time to chat? "
"It hasn't started yet," Barbara replied.
"Will you buy it? You also need a soundtrack for your later series, right? If you like it, you can buy one. Works that can be placed in a music hall are usually of higher quality. "
"I'll see." When Barbara had been searching for Fang Zhao's information, she had listened to the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series, but she felt that Fang Zhao's style was not suitable for her series.
Barbara had come here because that idiot Zaro had said he had something to discuss. Barbara had never listened to a concert in Yanzhou before and was a little curious, so she had come over. She decided to listen for a while. If the quality was not up to her standards, or if it was not to her liking, she would go online and play something else.
As they were chatting, the delicate and slow piano notes drifted into her ears, bringing with them an indescribable emotion. It seemed to be a little disappointed and nostalgic, but there was also a sense of stability and comfort.
Barbara involuntarily sat up straight, and her expression became serious.
The eyebrows of the few old men sitting with Xue Jing twitched simultaneously.
Eh?
They were astonished.
The first song on the playlist was "Empty."
The stage background was an azure blue planet and an endless starry sky. The playlist in her hands also introduced that this song had been composed by Fang Zhao after he had left Earth for his military service.
Clearly, this song "Empty" was different from what they had imagined, especially for those who had seen the background of the composition of the song and heard Fang Zhao's "100-Year Period of Destruction" series.
The first song, "Empty," had a piano as the main theme in the first half, complemented by string music. Simple yet tranquil and ethereal.
Following that, the string music went from shallow to deep, layer by layer, and the piano notes went from slow to fast. A few continuous turns were the emotions churning in one's heart.
In the middle, a gentle and melodious orchestral music was added, and the drumbeat gradually intensified.
The intertwined melodies rose and fell as they converged. It was as if they were quietly watching, but their emotions were surging wildly until the suppressed emotions exploded. It was like a sudden explosion of gorgeous fireworks, surging and stirring. Then, it turned into a quiet star in the vast universe, beautiful and profound.
It seemed as if there was nothing, yet it felt as if there was everything.
An old man sitting beside Xue Jing stared at the huge image of azure blue and black colliding behind the stage.
It was as if he could see a legend and hope from this azure blue planet.
As the last note fell, his originally tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
This was different from the obvious epic style of Fang Zhao's masterpiece, the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series. The "100-Year Period of Destruction" series had an obvious narrative and eulogistic style, with a grand and shocking epic quality. As for this song...
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