This star is from the earth - #420 - Chapter 405 Extreme Concert (6)

During the rehearsal, Han Jue and Zhang Zishang finished singing “In the Name of the Father” steadily. Although they did not go all out, the effect was outstanding, and they were praised and applauded by the musicians and hosts in the audience.

Most of the presenters who are not professional in music only feel “Good!”, “It sounds good!”, “Amazing!” after listening to it.

And those musicians know better what kind of song Han Jue made.

After the song was over, several musicians were still playing the song “In the Name of the Father” in their heads, deconstructing its components. Every time you catch a bright spot, you will be more impressed by Han Jue’s talent.

Among the musical guests of different colors, Zhang Yiman was the happiest bouncing around. But she was elated for a while, and sighed for a while.

From the perspective of Han Jue’s girlfriend, Zhang Yiman is very proud that her uncle can produce such a song, but from the standpoint of a singer, seeing such a song…

“Such a song should belong to us!” Zhang Yiman looked at Huang Jin with disappointment.

Huang Jin was vague…don’t be vague, he clearly knew that he had been rejected by Zhang Yiman again, so Huang Jin stood up and resisted again: “Well, well! Don’t allow others to destroy your prestige, let me tell you ! Han Jue, Han Jue is a good guy, and his songs are not bad. But, our own songs… are not bad either!”

Zhang Yiman muttered in a low voice: “Uncle’s song will still be listened to even after ten years. Our dance music will not be listened to in a year or two at most…”

“What? What are you talking about? I didn’t hear you. Say it again!” Huang Jin turned his ear and kept asking Zhang Yiman.

Zhang Yiman is not afraid of this. She used the [one hundred and one irritating gestures] learned from Han Jue, and said, “I said… Teacher Huang, you have earwax in your ears. It’s a big one!”

Huang Jin immediately turned his head away in shame and indignation. The momentum has been weakened by nine points out of thin air.

Next to He Lie, Wang Songjie and some non-professional musicians, at first they simply thought that Han Jue’s songs were pretty good, and their songs were also pretty good, both of them were pretty good, so it must be on the same level, no need Fear. However, after looking at the expressions on the faces of other musicians, they couldn’t help but cautiously asked their partner if Han Jue’s song was very good.

Their partner just said yes. And roughly described how powerful it is.

“It’s really that good?” Shen He didn’t want to believe that his nemesis was that powerful.

“It’s that good!” But the reality couldn’t allow him not to believe it. Shen He’s partner nodded very resolutely.

Shen He rubbed his chin, thinking. After some deliberation, he suddenly shouted: “I will be in the same group as Han Jue next time, so I will make a reservation first!”

“Are you crazy? You will die!” Luo Peiqi was terrified.

“There is such a powerful song… death is worth it!” Shen He’s generous appearance caused laughter.

Although they used jokes to relieve the pressure on their bodies, the super high quality of “In the Name of the Father” still brought enough threats to other groups.

So much so that when they came to the stage for rehearsal later, they all had serious expressions and played with all their strength.

Even after the rehearsal was over, one group went into the [Little Black Room] prepared by the program group to record pre-match interviews, and then went back to their respective lounges, playing music on their mobile phones and taking the time to continue practicing, singing and memorizing lyrics Memorizing lyrics, practicing dance, not wasting a minute.

In contrast, [Fried Rice Combination] has a very different style of painting.

“Mr. Han, you’ve heard all their songs, how do you feel? Is it possible for us to take the first place? I think our song is the best!”

“Mr. Han! I made zero mistakes just now! Haha, haha!”

“Mr. Han, this suit is so tight…”

“Mr. Han, Mr. Han?”

Han Jue sighed.

He knew that Gu Fan was Zhang Zishang’s idol, and he studied it thoroughly. But whether it’s dancing, singing, or hosting, Zhang Zishang can only rely on Gu Fan’s three or four successes. Only in the aspect of chattering, I have learned the essence, and the airtight and continuous appearance is about 70% level. After returning to the lounge, he started nagging again and again.

“Stop talking,” Han Jue tapped his swollen head with a book, “Didn’t you just say you were hungry? It’s almost time for dinner now.”

“That’s right!” Zhang Zishang realized that he hadn’t eaten anything for lunch, and was very hungry during the rehearsal. And now it was five o’clock, and there were still three hours before the show started, so it was just right for dinner.

However, when he mentioned hunger, he thought of the bottle of drink that deceived his stomach, then Han Jue who brought the drink, and finally thought of those snacks that Teacher Zhang picked around.

“Mr. Han…” Zhang Zishang was extremely resentful.

“Go, don’t take spicy food, I don’t eat spicy food.” After Han Jue finished speaking, he continued to read.

Zhang Zishang obediently went to ask the program crew for food.

Supper will be brought soon.

After Zhang Zishang finished his meal quickly, he put on headphones, listened to the demonstration version that Han Jue sang in [Blue Whale], and practiced.

There is a saying on the Internet that in this [concert special], except for giving up the opportunity to show Han Jue’s talent, Zhang Zishang is neither responsible for any creation nor provides any inspiration. It can be said that he has made no contribution. , It was hit by the pie.

After Han Jue left [Blue Whale] last time, the producers and artists in the company looked at Zhang Zishang as if they were looking at a koi.

Zhang Zishang himself admitted that he was truly the lucky one.

[Such a good song. 】

Such a good song, according to the normal rules and procedures, would never have flowed into the hands of an idol artist who debuted for a year.

After Zhang Zishang finished listening to the full version of “In the Name of the Father”, he didn’t understand what he could do to catch up with such a song and meet a person like Han Jue. If ordinary musicians write such a song, they will definitely release their own album as the title song, and they will definitely not sing it with an idol artist like Han Jue.

[Don’t worry about singing, I won’t make fun of the work. 】Facing Zhang Zishang’s doubts and low self-esteem, Han Jue answered this way.

Zhang Zishang thought, since Han Jue gave him this opportunity, he must not let down Han Jue’s trust.

Zhang Zishang didn’t know how to repay him for the time being, the only thing he could do was practice hard, practice hard. He practiced while waiting for the schedule, and practiced in the car going back and forth to commercial performances. Even during the breaks of recording other variety shows, when the camera was turned off, he also took out his mobile phone to practice. Practice and practice, according to his teammates, when he talked in his sleep, he said only lyrics.

Zhang Zishang practiced in the lounge, but Han Jue didn’t practice much, he read books.

Han Jue was holding a book and reading it, but he didn’t seem to be able to read it right now. Sometimes he stays on a certain page for a long time, and sometimes he turns back to the front and reads it again. I have something on my mind.

…

One hour before the start of the concert, everyone was gathered by the program crew in a spacious waiting room with a moderate temperature.

Six sofas are placed in front of the camera. Some sofas are relatively large and semicircular in shape, because a certain group invites more guests. Some sofas are relatively small, barely enough to seat two people, because a certain group did not invite guests. The sofa faces a large TV screen through which they can see everything on stage.

The performance has not yet started, and the stage is empty, so what is shown on the screen is a piece of audience under bright lights.

At this time, everyone had already changed into their costumes and styles, and everyone sat down on their sofas, looking extremely dignified.

Facing the screen, they chatted and looked for fans holding their own light signs. Although the vast majority of the 80,000 viewers are fans of the variety show “Extreme Man”, there will still be fans of a certain host or musician among them.

The camera is moving and displayed piece by piece according to the area.

Everyone stared at the screen and basically found their fans. Looking at the light board with their names written on them, they were very happy.

In the past, Han Jue never had any feelings about this, but today is very different.

The difference is not that he wants to compete with others in the number of fans, but looking at those young men and women holding up banners and lights and waving vigorously, Han Jue can easily think of the four figures he saw in the morning.

Those four people are obviously not the right age for star chasing. Looking at the costumes and temperament, he doesn’t look like a hired actor. And those posters…

When the camera moved across a certain area, Han Jue seemed to see two fluorescent signs with his name written on them, being waved vigorously.

However, before Han Jue could watch carefully, the camera cut away.

And in the sea of ​​newcomers in front of him, his name was gone.

Han Jue could imagine that those people holding up the signboard with his name didn’t know that the camera cut past and passed silently. Those guys would probably keep waving fluorescent signs for an hour, two hours, three hours.

These people are not greedy, and even a little stupid, because everything they do is thankless, and it is enough to be watched once in exchange.

Recording is about to start.

Huang Jin looked at Zhang Zishang and said, “You’re handsome, Zishang!”

Zhang Zishang, like Han Jue, was wearing a black suit, except that one had a red rose on his chest and the other a white rose.

Zhang Zishang kept fiddling with his clothes – he had never worn them, so he felt awkward.

The other hosts saw Zhang Zishang’s uneasiness and nervousness, so they used their own methods to encourage this young man who joined “Extreme Man” at the latest.

“Zi Shang, play well later, don’t be too nervous.”

“Sing well, it works!”

“Han Jue has rich experience, he will help you with anything on stage.”

“I can’t handle everything either.” Han Jue touched his cuff.

Zhang Zishang, who was sitting by the side, suddenly turned his head to look at Han Jue – in Zhang Zishang’s heart, Han Jue should have a heart of steel and a mentality of a giant, so he would never be nervous. Now that Han Jue said that he himself would be nervous, Zhang Zishang was as shocked as a young fan when he heard that his idol would shit.

[Devil Han… Teacher Han is also a normal person. ] Zhang Zishang sighed in his heart.

Han Jue said: “I was quite worried that the stage would suddenly collapse during the performance, or that the overhead lights would fall down and kill me. I was also worried that the audience would beat the time as they listened. The key is that the time is still wrong. There are so many people at the scene, will someone take the opportunity to suddenly…”

Huang Jin hurriedly interrupted Han Jueyue’s worry that the more unreliable he said, and explained: “There is no need to worry about this, the people invited are all professional!”

Zhang Zishang looked at Han Jue: [Wrong, wrong, wrong, this is definitely not a normal person…]

In fact, Han Jue was also worried that his performance would be abnormal when he sang.

After all, he sang mostly for himself in the past, and today’s song is no longer for himself.

[It has to be conveyed well. 】Han Jue took a deep breath.

…

With 20 minutes left before eight o’clock, Han Jue and Zhang Zishang were notified to go backstage to prepare.

Except for Zhang Yiman who took the opportunity to hug Han Jue, the others high-fived Han Jue and the others, and said some words of encouragement and blessing.

With everyone’s blessings, Han Jue is on the way to the stage.

Halfway through the walk, Han Jue’s eyes lit up—he finally saw Xiao Zhou, who was out of breath and returned from the mission.

Xiao Zhou ran to Han Jue’s side, panting, unable to speak, imitating Han Jue’s habit, and made an [OK] gesture.

What Han Jue asked him to do was done.

Han Jue showed a smile and asked, “Did you make a mistake?”

Zhang Zishang’s four teammates couldn’t come, so Han Jue asked for tickets, exactly four.

Xiao Zhou walked beside Han Jue, slowly panted, and replied: “Four sisters, [W.I.N.5], the posters have the same characteristics, and there is only one banner. If it wasn’t for them What a coincidence too!”

Han Jue smiled and patted Xiao Zhou on the shoulder: “Thank you.”

Xiao Zhou waved his hand, indicating that you are welcome.

“How did they react?”

“Cried.”

“Huh?” Han Jue frowned and glanced at Xiao Zhou, “What are you doing?”

“???” Xiao Zhou cried out, “It’s none of my business, boss! They suddenly started crying as I was talking!”

“what did you say?”

“I said, you saw them.”

Ahead is the stage.

The next chapter will basically finish writing the extreme concert.