"Teacher Yan, you will be on stage soon. This is the backstage director team. I will check with you one last time about the status of the ear monitors and wireless microphones. Please reply...Teacher Yan? Teacher Yan Qing!"
Yan Qing was awakened by the urging sound in his ears. He opened his eyes with some effort, but found that he could not see anything.
The hustle and bustle around him and the darkness in front of him made him wonder if he was hallucinating.
"???"
Yan Qing instinctively leaned back, his back touched the wall, and after receiving a feedback force, he gradually came back to his senses.
Yan Qing felt the state of his hands. His elbows had just left the top of his knees, but his palms were still covering his forehead, eye sockets and sides of his nose very hard, blocking all light sources.
"Before, I seemed to be curled up in the corner of the passage wall with my hands on my legs and my head covered with my palms."
Yan Qing's mind whirled and he quickly released his palm.
"Dazzling!"
Squinting his eyes and enduring the dryness, Yan Qing tried hard to adapt to the harsh lights in the passage and the feeling of his body slowly returning to conscious control.
This sense of loss of control was fed back to his mind, and Yan Qing summarized his experience like this:
"The intracranial murmur roared and echoed, and there was a strong sense of disconnection between consciousness and body."
"Teacher Yan? Teacher Yan Qing? Are you...are you okay? You will be on stage after a 30-second countdown. The guitar microphone and your stool have been arranged for you according to the rehearsal plan."
A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the stuck ear, and the sound of a ticking, ticking countdown stopwatch interrupted Yan Qing's summary of his experience.
Yan Qing felt that he had gradually adapted to the lumen intensity of the spotlight array in this passage, and slowly stood up from the corner.
He discovered that he was carrying a wooden acoustic guitar with a light yellow luster on his back. As he stood up, the canvas shoulder straps stretched across his shoulders, giving him a feeling of friction and feedback.
Yan Qing also glanced at what he was wearing: a pair of off-white short Martin shoes, washed white denim trousers, and a pure gray long tee.
They were the clothes Yan Qing was accustomed to before, and everything seemed normal.
"No, the feedback is very clear, I stand by."
Yan Qing replied in a deep voice.
While replying to the directing team's message through the wireless microphone, Yan Qing was already steadily moving forward, his mind flashing in sync:
"This is too real, so in the final analysis, God thinks that I have regrets for not finishing the finals, and wants to give me a chance to complete the competition songs I prepared before, or maybe I have traveled through time.
I remember reading a book when I was bored. It started with a down-and-out third-rate singer inexplicably traveling to another world, and the next second it was a live broadcast of a singer's competition."
"OK. Countdown, Teacher Yan Qing invites you to walk out of the starlight channel and enter the stage. 5.4..."
Yan Qing held the guitar in his arms and walked slowly to the brightest spot at the entrance of the spotlighted passage. There was still time.
While waiting for the countdown from his ears to end, he secretly observed the situation on the inside of the stage outside at the entrance of the passage.
Several spotlights can be seen moving slowly and aimlessly, avoiding a wooden high stool and an acoustic guitar microphone stand in tacit agreement.
The layout of this stage was familiar yet unfamiliar, and it was inexplicably in tune with the distortion in his skull. Yan Qing vaguely felt like he was about to get high.
Along with this sense of distortion, Yan Qing's mind was still roaring and echoing, sober and intense:
"After all, I am dead, so it should be normal for my body to feel this kind of distortion.
No matter what, every second of extra work is earned, so finish the performance first.
Well, what I had been preparing for before was to play and sing by myself. I got this opportunity to complete the performance out of nowhere. I have to cherish it and finish singing this song before thinking about anything else."
The countdown ended, and the sound on the stage roared:
"Next, I invite Yan Qing to perform on stage."
After all, Yan Qing has participated in the entire season as the starting singer, and at this moment, he has completed his mental construction.
Yan Qing calmed down and walked calmly to his own performance area, sitting quietly on a wooden high stool, lowering his eyes to follow the scattered spotlights under his feet that converged towards him from around the stage.
After the lights were gathered together and Yan Qing was illuminated as the only focus on the stage, Yan Qing, who had skillfully adjusted the angle of the guitar pickup microphone, naturally mobilized the muscle strength of his face, raised his head and conveyed to the dark place in front of the stage.
A gentle and confident smile.
Yan Qing breathed slowly, and a series of thoughts flashed through his mind.
"The entire studio is dark and quiet. There is no teleprompter, no fluorescent support light sign, and no dazzling mobile phone flash laser pointer. It is still the familiar stage of "Singer", as professional as ever.
It's very good, very familiar, and it's still like this, leaving the stage completely under the control of the singer."
Yan Qing put on a smile, plucked the strings of the guitar in his hand, and began to play the song he had prepared for the first round of the finals for several weeks.
What he prepared was a guava ballad "The Beginning of Autumn" sung by the late singer Junzi and written and composed by teacher Ai Dajin.
The original key of the guitar is F, but Yan Qing made some changes here. He used a capo on the sixth fret and played it with C fingering. The tune is more appropriate and suitable for Yan Qing's own voice characteristics.
The light and playful acoustic guitar prelude filled the studio like the autumn sunshine through the top audio equipment of "Singer 2020", and Yan Qingchun's soft voice followed steadily:
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"You sit on the chair and look at the light flowing through the window
You reach out your hands and touch the hope written on the paper
You said that flowers bloom and fall like a window
But the window opens and closes like love
You hold a flower and wait for someone to take you wandering
You want to sleep in the distance like a beautiful fairy tale
The book was closed and opened again, leaving the dream behind
Together and apart, we are like a pair of oars
There should always be some following the wind and some dreaming
Some things stay in my heart forever
So sometimes I’m crazy, sometimes I’m confused, and sometimes I sing.”
~Interlude~
…………
The stage and studio were still dark, and Yan Qing became increasingly confident.
"My attempt to give it a try seemed to be a success, and even by my picky standards, it was a perfect scene!
Can it impress the 500 professional judges from all over the country?
At least this part touched me, so I won’t think about it so much now and continue to sing the second part well.”
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"You sit on the chair and look at the light flowing through the window
You reach out your hands and touch the hope written on the paper
You said that flowers bloom and fall like a window
But the window opens and closes like love
You hold a flower and wait for someone to take you wandering
You want to sleep in the distance like a beautiful fairy tale
The book was closed and opened again, leaving the dream behind
Together and apart, we are like a pair of oars
There should always be some following the wind and some dreaming
Some things stay in my heart forever
So sometimes I’m crazy, sometimes I’m confused, and sometimes I sing.”
~Interlude~
…………
"Only the last chorus is left. After "Singer" has influenced the audience in recent years, the performance style of "Singer" has long been out of fashion.
It is now recognized that the best performance effect is that the singer conveys his truest feelings to the audience through his true feelings and low singing, stimulating a strong resonance between the audience and the singer.
Unfortunately, for the next round, Chen Ruoxin and I have not rehearsed at all. I don’t even know which song I chose in the end. I can only rely on my previous experience of helping her produce her first album and perform on the spot.”
At this time, Yan Qing was performing freely on the stage, her heart was already racing, and she was even thinking about the second round of singing support later.
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"Always be a little bit with the wind and a little dreamy
Some things stay in my heart forever
So sometimes I’m crazy, sometimes I’m confused, sometimes I sing
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.
There should always be some following the wind and some dreaming
Some things stay in my heart forever
So sometimes I’m crazy, sometimes I’m confused, sometimes I sing
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.”
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Yan Qing finished his singing. At this time, the spotlights on the stage were extinguished one after another. Then, with the loud applause and cheers, the lights around the stage were slowly lighting up layer by layer.
The bright lights also lit up the auditorium layer by layer. Yan Qing could see that the corners of the eyes of some audience members were slightly moist, while the eyes of some audience members were already filled with tears.
Singer Yan Qing
alone
Bow down and thank you
Independent on the stage, his face is calm and calm.
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ps: "The Beginning of Autumn"
Original singer: Junzi
Lyricist and composer: Gao Xiaosong
Arranger: Pu Shu
Album included: 2000 "Spring Equinox, Beginning of Autumn, Winter Solstice"