That would be bad news for the organizations and individuals who had been working hard for half a year.
He was the softest person in the world. In order to avoid such a tragedy, he couldn't compete with them for a spot.
When Qin Guan couldn't come up with an excuse, he agreed to the director's request.
"Really? That's great! "
The executive director on the other side got a positive answer, and his heart was relieved.
He didn't disappoint the director. To prevent any more trouble, he told Qin Guan what to do next.
'Then I'll send you the songs you need to perform first. The background music, dance, and the parts you need to perform, as well as the relevant details, are all attached to the list of information at the back.'
"Also, we will send you the list of the other two actors who will be performing with you on the same stage. If you have worked with them before, that would be even better."
"If not, don't worry. You can get to know each other better during the second and final rehearsals."
"Okay, thank you."
"Okay, thank you."
Qin Guan hung up the phone and realized that they had already discussed the final rehearsal.
Since he was such a serious director, he naturally had high expectations for the performance of the show.
In that case, should he also prepare in advance?
Qin Guan told Wang to send him the songs as soon as possible.
CCTV's invitation was a job he had to take seriously.
Looking around again, some families were happy while others were sad.
Unlike Qin Guan, Man Wenjun's phone was switched on.
Because as a relatively down-to-earth pop singer in China, the Spring Festival Gala was the best stage for him to enhance his popularity and expand his fame.
Originally, his agent and music company had contacted him for the Spring Festival Gala, and the executive director had also made reservations for him before the final program was confirmed.
If he was lucky, he might get a chance to sing in the chorus or solo.
But when he picked up the call just now, this dream was shattered.
"I'm sorry, I originally planned to let you be the substitute, but its owner has already agreed to it."
"Do you want me to help you with the chorus?"
"Didn't they say that there's going to be a 2006 pop show where everyone will sing a song? Can you see if you can arrange a place for Man Wenjun? '
"But your Man Wenjun doesn't have any well-known works this year. It's called pop music, so it has to be well-known, right? Otherwise, it would be too far-fetched. "
"Besides, this show is a chance for the TV station to cut down on time. There are five or six singers on the show, and two or three of them will be cut off at any time. If you want to add more singers, there will be more backlash."
"That's all. I'll see if there are any seats for the chorus. Hang on!"
Clap!
He hung up.
A solo performance, a chance to appear on the live broadcast screen, was changed to a chorus, and he didn't even have the chance to participate. How could he explain this?
Man Wenjun's agent angrily hung up the phone. When he turned around, he saw his artist sitting on the sofa in the office without saying a word.
This plain-looking student, who did not graduate from a music college, had climbed up step by step from the bottom of the village singing competition.
His voice gave him the capital to be popular, but it also limited his development.
Because of his appearance and audience, the singer's singing career would not be smooth in an increasingly fashionable society.
When the agent stopped thinking and was about to comfort his artist, the man, who had always been silent, opened his mouth.
'Didn't the director just say that the main character that I'm going to replace is back?'
"Yes."
"So did the TV station plan to let me or that person go on stage?"
Well, who could tell?
The honest-looking man smiled faintly. "I'm very curious who this person is. Manager, help me talk to the director of Central TV. I'll also participate in the chorus."
"After all, for me, a second of screen time is also a chance to show my face, isn't it?"
"I'm really afraid that if I don't show up for a long time, the audience will forget who I am."
No, the words of comfort were stuck in the manager's throat for a long time. In the end, he didn't spit them out.
He sighed, and in the face of the tempting national gala, he made the final compromise, "Okay, I'll help you get in touch."
Qin Guan was driving his luxury car to the place where he and the fat man had agreed to meet.
Yes, Gao Xiaosong was Gao Xiaosong.
In fact, Gao Xiaosong was just a slightly chubby player at this time, but who asked him to have the biggest face in history?
His pancake-like face, coupled with his hormones that had always been more vigorous than ordinary people, made him look like a young man who was supposed to be calm and steady, inexplicably had the style of a big guy.
Qin Guan had been friends with him for a long time, thanks to his unrestrained personality and harmless face.
That was why Qin Guan had thought of Gao Xiaosong when he had received the invitation from the CCTV.
Gao Xiaosong agreed without hesitation.
It was the end of the year, the most leisurely time for musicians. A talented post-production staff like him had a lot of time to chat.
And now, with the addition of the Best Actor, Gao Xiaosong had more topics to brag about among his buddies.
Before Qin Guan had time to observe the surroundings, Gao dragged him to the recording studio they had built.
Gao Xiaosong was not a very reliable person, but his seriousness in music was remarkable.
There were all kinds of machines and equipment related to music. It was basically a small-scale record assembly line.
A group of people with disheveled hair stood on stools. They looked like directors from the sixth generation. They were the soil and the backbone of underground pop music.
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