Lights and wine bar.
This is the nightclub where Tang Ling is now singing in resident. It can be regarded as a well-known night entertainment venue in Jiangzhou City.
Tonight, the bar was crowded with people. As soon as the door opened, there was a long queue outside, waiting to enter the venue. Today, the Light Wine Bar invited a debut singer to perform. The singer was just a second-rate singer. Recently, due to some bad rumors, his fame plummeted. It is said that the starry sky has been damaged. The same is true. The owner of the Light Wine Bar was able to successfully invite her to perform.
But even so, he was a star who made his official debut and opened up the stars.
When she was about to come to perform, she still attracted a lot of guests, and this popularity was beyond the reach of ordinary resident singers.
When he arrived at the bar, Tang Ling, sitting in the lounge, held the guitar hand and quietly exerted force. This would be his first time singing to relieve his sorrows!
When he knew he wanted to perform on the same stage with the young singer, several singers in the bar were reluctant to appear today. After all, no one was willing to suffer such a contrast and be a foil for nothing. But Tang Ling was different. He took the initiative to ask the manager to act today.
Because he has the confidence, he is confident in his singing ability, and he is more confident in the sorrow of Brother Wang's creations.
Maybe today he can use the audience on site to open the starry sky and light up the stars!
"I am worthy of being a debut star. Although my fame has plummeted during this period, so many people can still be sought after by me." Through the passage from the lounge to the stage, Tang Ling glanced at the crowd outside and sighed in her heart.
The manager then walked in with a group of people and said enthusiastically: "Miss Huo Qian, this is a lounge for performances. If you have any needs, just tell me and I will arrange it for you..."
Behind him, a girl wearing gorgeous performance costumes and sunglasses walked in with a lazy look surrounded by several people.
The girl is naturally the protagonist tonight, Huo Qian.
Following her was the makeup artist she brought with her, and she kept helping her make-up and outfits. There was also a man in a suit and looked a little elegant, standing next to her, her agent.
Entering the lounge, Huo Qian glanced at the slightly messy lounge, her face seemed to be slightly annoyed. When her eyes fell on Tang Ling, Tang Ling stood up and wanted to come and say hello, but Huo Qian turned her head ignorantly. Tang Ling froze slightly and sat down again with some embarrassment. Instead, the agent next to Huo Qian smiled at Tang Ling a little apologetically.
"Huo Qian will sing two songs later. When you are resting in the middle, you can go up and sing one or two songs. When she is resting, she will perform. You will take over after she is finished..." The manager also walked to Tang Ling and ordered with some comfort.
Tang Ling signaled that he knew, and he thought of something and said, "Manager, I have a new song written by a friend of mine. Can you sing it later?"
It’s not impossible to sing your own songs in a bar, but most of the time, the famous songs are more popular.
Due to the stars in this world, there is a strong sense of copyright. The songs sung in nightclubs are all authorized in advance. Such songs have often been covered by countless singers and lit up the stars. The stars that a song can lit up have a limit. They sing in nightclubs. No matter how good they sing, the chances of using these famous songs to light up the stars are as low as possible.
"A new song written by a friend? Just do whatever you want. I guess those outside don't care much about what you sing." The manager shook his hands indifferently when he heard Tang Ling's words.
Huo Qian and her agent watched the conversation between Tang Ling and the manager. The agent showed a little curious look, but Huo Qian just snorted with some contempt. She was in a bad mood and couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "All people can write songs these days!"
Although the sound was not loud, it still clearly reached Tang Ling's ears.
Although Tang Ling has a gentle personality, her face still looks a little ugly.
At this time, several dancing girls in the hot field outside finished their performance and returned to the lounge one after another. The manager hurriedly asked Huo Qian to take the stage.
Huo Qian nodded, sorted out the passage of her makeup to the stage, and avoided the dance performers coming in. These dancing girls were wearing very revealing performance uniforms in the night show. Huo Qian seemed to be afraid of contacting them, and her face was full of contempt and disgust. She took off the sunglasses on her face and handed them to the assistant behind her. On the beautiful and exquisite face with heavy makeup, a sweet smile of profession appeared, and she walked through the passage like a noble peacock and stepped onto the stage.
There were tsunami-like cheers outside.
Tang Ling held the guitar in his hand tightly again, and his mood was inevitably a little depressed, but soon he became motivated again, and a melody of sorrow echoed in his mind.
Huo Qian's singing started to sound, drowned in the audience's cheers, blending into a vague wave, sweeping in waves. The sound was too noisy and chaotic, but Tang Ling successfully found a bit of tranquility in his heart.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he brought his sister to Jiangzhou. For the sake of life and dreams, he plunged into the singer circle, longing for the glorious stage of starry sky, and longing for fame to be recognized by everyone. He is willing to put all efforts and persistence into it.
His state of mind seemed to be extremely consistent with the song Xiaochou.
"It's this feeling, with a faint loneliness, sadness and ideals... Is this what Brother Wang felt when he wrote this song?" Tang Ling silently recalled in his heart until the manager's voice rang in his ears: "Xiao Tang, prepare quickly, it's time for you to play."
Huo Qian finished singing, smiled and waved to the stage under the stage, and walked towards the lounge. The smile on her face disappeared, full of boredom. The makeup artist and assistant quickly met her.
Tang Ling sorted out the guitar and stood up.
"Try hard." When passing by Huo Qian's agent, the man in a suit who looked very elegant smiled and encouraged.
He seemed to apologize for Huo Qian's previous rudeness.
Tang Ling nodded to him unexpectedly, walked through the passage, and stood on the familiar stage. He had been performing in the light and wine bar for two years. He was already extremely familiar with him here, but in his memory, there were few customers as many as today. There were also fluorescent signs with the words "Huo Qian" flashing among the black crowd. When he saw Tang Ling appear on the stage, the sound of cheering sounded.
"Huo Qian! Huo Qian! Huo Qian!"
"Go down! Go down!"
"We want to see Huo Qian!"
Tang Ling walked to the center of the stage silently, faced the booing, and looked calm. He sorted out the microphone and said in a gentle and peaceful voice: "The next song is to sing a song to relieve sorrow."
Without further ado, Tang Ling slid his fingers to the guitar strings.
The gentle singing slowly sings.
Lounge indoor.
"TMD is so annoying." Huo Qian took the thermos from her assistant and opened it and took a sip. She was a little irritated. If it weren't for the romantic news recently that had been made, which made the resources and several endorsements that originally belonged to her fail, how could she need to take on commercial performances in such places?
It's so LOW here, the stage effect is very poor, and the audience is in a mess.
——It’s all the fault of those nosy paparazzi!
"Vancou, don't take on commercial performances like this when you look back." Huo Qian turned her head and said to her agent, but she received no response. She turned her head in confusion and looked, "Vancou?"
The man in the suit was standing in front of the passage leading to the stage, showing a look of listening with his ears on his face, as if he was extremely focused.
At some point, the booing outside disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!