"Do you think we're joking? We're very strict here. "As a" senior ", Chen He immediately began to lecture the" new recruit "Deng Chao.
Deng Chao couldn't help but take a step back.
"Then let's start right now." The teacher began to smooth things over again.
While no one was paying attention, Di Lire opened another can and drank it happily.
"Next, please enjoy 'Protecting the Yellow River'." Even though Li Cheng didn't need to rehearse this line and didn't need to grasp the rhythm, he still actively participated in the rehearsal. He stood at the front and recited this sentence, then immediately moved to the side.
This time, Deng Chao finally grasped the rhythm.
"But, as the sons and daughters of the Chinese nation, who is willing to be slaughtered like pigs and sheep! We must have the determination to win and protect the Yellow River! Protect Huabei! Protect the whole country!!! "
His reading was full of emotion and his words were sonorous.
"The wind is howling, the horses are neighing, the Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring, the mountains to the west of the river are ten thousand zhang high, the sorghum to the east of the river is ripe. In the ten thousand zhang tall forest, there are many anti-Japanese heroes. In the green gauze tent, the guerrilla fighters show off their heroism … "Even though everyone was singing seriously, it couldn't hide the fact that they were singing slowly and couldn't keep up with the rhythm.
"Stop, alright, either you listen to me or look at my hand." The teacher couldn't help but interrupt them.
"In the ten thousand zhang tall forest, there are many anti-Japanese heroes. In the green gauze tent, the guerrilla fighters show off their heroism. " They started singing again. Up to this point, everyone was very good. But when they got to 'picking up the native spear', the sparse problems appeared again. Everyone's speed wasn't the same and they didn't have enough momentum.
The teacher clapped his hands for them to stop.
"Picking up the native spear, the mouth needs to be very fast." Even though the teacher had already explained these points to the four vocalists when they were learning, he still patiently pointed out and corrected the mistakes they easily made.
"Classmate Deng Chao, please pay attention, because you're the only one who didn't say that."
Deng Chao, who was called out, was dumbfounded. "We didn't practice. We don't even know how you sing."
Deng Chao felt bitter in his heart. He had just arrived. How could he know what they were talking about? "I just listened to the whole song once."
"We are now learning the Central Orchestra's version, so we must learn it seriously. We don't have much time. Can we do it again?" The teacher was also a little anxious. He knew that it was wrong of him to be so impatient just now, so he patiently comforted them.
"Look at your hands." The teacher raised his head and signaled for them to start.
"They picked up their native guns and foreign weapons, waved their broadswords and spears, and defended their hometown, the Yellow River, North China, and the whole country." This time, everyone sped up and sang very well. However, the teacher still clapped his hands and shouted for them to stop.
"Stop for a second." Li Cheng found the key point in the music score. He was indeed a technical geek. Although he was tone-deaf, he was still very proficient in reading music scores.
The teacher looked at him with admiration. "Protect your hometown, Kong. Then, you have to protect the Yellow River. Can you do it again? "
Thus, they started practicing for the Nth time.
"The wind is howling, the horses are neighing, the Yellow River is roaring …"
After singing a few lines, they were interrupted by the teacher again. "Stop. This part feels weak."
"Protect our hometown, protect the Yellow River, protect North China, protect the whole country —"
"Ka ka ka! That note needs to be removed. "
After practicing repeatedly, mistakes were everywhere. Everyone was a little frustrated and felt that they could not continue. The same mistake was repeated. The teacher was also a little exhausted.
"I am very worried about your situation later." The teacher was blunt. To be honest, everyone was not learning very well. Perhaps it was because of the hot weather that everyone was a little frustrated.
At this time, there were only 20 minutes before the official performance began. Even when everyone was changing their clothes, they did not stop practicing. However, everyone had their limits.
"Who has a sore throat?" Deng Chao asked.
"Me!" Chen He was the first to raise his hand. His voice was not very good to begin with. After singing for a few hours, he had reached his limit. He felt that his throat was smoking.
"Give me a drip." Deng Chao took out a throat moisturizer and gave it to him.
At this time, the two of them had already changed their clothes. They were wearing black Chinese tunic suits and looked very energetic.
"It's just a paste. The taste is ordinary." Although Deng Chao said that, the smell of the medicine was really unpleasant. Chen He resisted the urge to cough. That would be even worse for his throat.
Deng Chao's voice was also a little hoarse. Everyone was making their final preparations.
"I'm so nervous." It was unknown who said this sentence, but it expressed everyone's inner feelings.
The stylist was giving each of them a look, and they were racing against time to practice.
When the makeup was done, Jia Ling was still singing, "The wind is howling, the horses are neighing."
The muscles on the makeup artist's face twitched. It made the makeup artist feel uncomfortable.
"The Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring." Li Cheng was also practicing. Although he was only an announcer, he was also part of the chorus, so he could not quietly wait to make a fool of himself. In addition, his singing was not good, so he was even more nervous.
Although Lu Fei was very confident, he was also practicing. He was not an opportunist. Every step of success required hard work.
Wang Zunan was also making notes on his score while practicing. He firmly believed that a good memory was not as good as a bad pen.
"This row of rooms is filled with this sound." In another dressing room, Di Lihua was not idle. She had also changed into a black costume, which made her look less gentle and more heroic.
The stylist was doing her hair. She was also using the time to familiarize herself with the melody.
"I just can't remember the lyrics." The closer it was to the performance, the more chaotic everyone became. Chen He had a good memory, but he was stunned by the few lyrics.
"This is the bug in my life, you know?" Brothers in distress were not bragging. If Chen He could not remember something, under normal circumstances, Zheng Kai would also not be able to remember it.
Everyone kept in touch as they prepared. They only hoped that the performance would go smoothly. They could not lose face in front of the national audience. After all, this was the most popular variety show in the country. This was a national theme, so they could not fail. ,,,.
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