hooklinebooks Chapter 83 This song "Good Luck Comes" sounds like a two-person rendition, what kind of sk
Chapter 83 This song "Good Luck Comes" sounds like a two-person rendition, what kind of sk
Chapter 83 This song "Good Luck Comes" sounds like a two-person comedy routine, what kind of skill could it possibly have?
"Don't be nervous, Xiaohai. Just treat it like a normal midterm exam. Just bring the same energy you had during practice. Remember, singing is primarily for yourself and for the song itself."
"Okay, senior, I will."
"Okay, just play normally."
The two said goodbye to Zhou Hua and then entered the concert hall.
He originally wanted to invite Zhang Ye to come and cheer for Zu Hai, but Zhang Ye had been receiving more invitations since his performance at the Great Hall of the People that night.
I have another important gala recording tonight, and I really can't get away.
Zhang also apologized on the phone, saying, "Hanjiang, please cheer for Xiaohai for me. Tell her that her senior sister has high hopes for her. After this busy period, her senior sister will treat you to a meal."
Wang Xiaolan also saw Lin Hanjiang and Zu Hai.
At this point, I felt a little nervous.
The time indicates 19:30 PM.
The concert hall was already half full, and a buzz of discussion filled the space.
Seeing that the time was right, Zhou Hua signaled to the student council members at the door to close the gate and prohibit anyone else from entering.
He straightened his clothes, picked up the prepared microphone, and strode onto the stage.
The lights shone on him, and the audience gradually quieted down.
Good evening, everyone.
Zhou Hua's voice echoed throughout the hall through the speakers, deliberately mimicking the tone of a television host.
"Thank you all for gathering here tonight to focus on a special music exchange event. With the aim of enlivening the campus art atmosphere and promoting the exchange of professional skills, we are here to provide a friendly platform for Zu Hai and Wang Xiaolan from the affiliated middle school to showcase their vocal learning achievements."
The opening remarks were very grand and impressive.
A burst of good-natured laughter and applause rang out from the audience.
"Next, I will briefly introduce the rules of this exchange."
Zhou Hua continued.
"The two students will take turns performing a complete song. After their performances, music students with numbered tickets will vote on the spot. We have prepared two ballot boxes, one for each student. The voting will be anonymous; simply place your numbered ticket into the ballot box corresponding to the student you support."
He pointed to two red ballot boxes with names on them next to the stage.
"During the vote counting process, Lili, designated by Wang Xiaolan, and cadres designated by our student union will jointly supervise and count the votes in public to ensure fairness, impartiality, and transparency."
Zhou Hua spoke with conviction.
Finally, as agreed beforehand, the student with the lower number of votes will offer a sincere apology to the other student after the exchange. Of course, we hope that regardless of the outcome, this will be a wonderful experience that promotes friendship and mutual improvement.
After the rules were announced, even more enthusiastic discussions arose from the audience.
The fact that a ticket costs only one yuan and includes voting and decision-making rights makes many viewers feel more involved and excited.
"Now, let's give a warm round of applause to welcome Wang Xiaolan, who will be performing the song 'Beautiful Taihu Lake' for us!"
A round of applause erupted, not particularly enthusiastic, but enough to show respect.
Amidst the waves of sound that belonged to her, Wang Xiaolan adjusted the hem of her performance dress.
Head held high, chest not yet fully developed, she walked onto the stage with as composed a step as possible.
The lights instantly focused on her, revealing the blush on her cheeks caused by excitement.
The prelude begins, followed by the sound of flutes and orchestral music.
We strive to recreate the melodious and beautiful tune of "The Beauty of Taihu Lake," which perfectly captures the charm of the Jiangnan water towns.
Wang Xiaolan composed herself and began to sing: "Taihu Lake is beautiful, Taihu Lake is beautiful, its beauty lies in its waters."
Her voice is indeed quite good; it's the natural, clear, and bright voice of a young girl. It doesn't have much technical embellishment, but its strength lies in its clean and natural quality.
The treatment of this song also basically followed the traditional singing method, imitating the charm of Cheng Guilan heard on TV, and trying to make the voice carry the gentleness of the Jiangnan folk song.
"White sails float on the water, red water chestnuts grow beneath, green reeds line the banks, and plump fish and shrimp lie in the depths—"
She sang quite well, with no problems with pitch or rhythm, and she even extended the notes a bit where they were meant to, trying to express the ripples of water.
But upon closer listening, the interpretation of beauty is more focused on the brightness of the voice and the sweetness of the expression.
The song doesn't quite capture the deep longing and praise for the hometown's scenery.
However, for a middle school student, being able to sing this somewhat difficult folk song fluently and completely is already a pretty good performance.
The performance ended with the repetition of the last line, "Taihu Lake is beautiful, Taihu Lake is beautiful."
Wang Xiaolan visibly breathed a sigh of relief, a smile of relief mixed with a touch of pride on her face, and bowed to the audience.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The applause rang out again, even more enthusiastic than when they came on stage.
Her friend Lili stood up excitedly, clapping loudly, her face flushed, as if she had already won.
Wang Xiaolan lifted her skirt and walked briskly off the stage.
Lili immediately pounced over like a little bird, grabbed her arm, and showed her undisguised favoritism: "Xiaolan, you were amazing! You performed perfectly. Your voice was sweet and bright, full of charm. It was exactly the same as the one you sing on TV. I think that Zu Hai has nothing to compare with you. She must be so nervous that she can't even speak properly."
Hearing her friend's praise, Wang Xiaolan felt as sweet as if she had drunk honey, and her smile widened, but she still maintained her composure: "It was alright, there were a few places where I couldn't hold my breath a little."
Her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the waiting area, as if she wanted to see if Zu Hai was showing any signs of unease.
Meanwhile, audience members from other classes were whispering among themselves: "She sings well, that girl has a pretty bright voice."
"The song 'Beautiful Taihu Lake' is nice, but it's a bit old-fashioned."
"The affiliated high school has some promising students this year; Wang Xiaolan is estimated to be in the top three."
"Don't worry, I've heard there's another one named Zu Hai, who's a student of Teacher Jin Tielin. He might be even more amazing."
The stage lights remained blazing, awaiting the next contestant.
With Wang Xiaolan's successful performance of "Beautiful Taihu Lake," the competitive atmosphere has become even more intense.
Zhou Hua returned to the stage: "Thank you, Wang Xiaolan, for your beautiful performance. Next, let's welcome Zu Hai with applause. She will be singing 'Good Luck' for us!"
Good Luck?
The three words echoed throughout the concert hall through the speakers, and everyone was stunned, failing to instinctively applaud.
Wang Xiaolan and her companion Lili, who had just sat down, exchanged a glance and both saw confusion in each other's eyes.
"Good Luck?"
Wang Xiaolan frowned slightly, turned her head and asked Lili in a low voice, "Have you heard this before? Where is it a folk song from? Yunnan? Or from a minority group?"
Lili tried hard to recall, then shook her head blankly: "I don't remember it. It's definitely not from the textbook. Could it be an original song from some place, one of those really obscure ones?"
Their conversation also represented the sentiments of the vast majority of the audience.
Wang Xiaolan's eyes showed a hint of puzzlement: "Listen to this. To be able to sing a song you don't recognize at this critical moment, you're either crazy or you're really talented."
"Skills?" Lily rolled her eyes. "This 'Good Luck' sounds like a two-person comedy routine. What skills could it possibly have? Let's see how she handles it."
At this moment, an uncontrollable murmur arose from the audience, the voices buzzing together: "Good Luck? What song is that? Never heard of it!" A boy with a slightly loud voice was immediately tugged at by the person next to him.
"Is it a new original song? Zu Hai is quite bold, using a new song instead of a classic track for the competition?"
"Maybe it's a folk song from their hometown? Isn't Zu Hai from Anhui? Does Anhui have this song?" someone speculated.
"No, it doesn't seem like it. Folk song titles are usually very specific, like 'Fengyang Flower Drum' or 'Picking Pomegranates.' The title 'Good Luck' sounds a bit like the words on those New Year's cards sold at the market during the Lunar New Year, doesn't it?" A girl wearing glasses, with a somewhat literary and artistic air about her, pushed up her glasses and asked in confusion.
"Who knows? Maybe they have something special about them. But I've never heard of the name before. It's quite novel."