NABC Chapter 14 is about listening to life, listening to experiences.
Chapter 14 is about listening to life, listening to experiences.
Chen Yuan's singing came somewhat abruptly.
The sudden arrival caught the audience somewhat off guard.
They originally thought... this was just a solo guitar performance to add variety to the stage and to introduce the accompaniment to the song.
Unexpectedly, Chen Yuan on stage did not play by the rules at all, and sang and played the guitar by himself without even asking for accompaniment.
His slightly hoarse voice, brimming with emotion, was like a giant, spinning vortex, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
In particular, compared to the previously offensive Xiao Yingjun, the difference was like night and day, immediately soothing the ears of the audience.
A large portion of the audience quickly realized what was happening and pressed the voting button.
One.
Ten.
Fifty sheets.
One hundred.
......
The number of votes on the screen climbed rapidly. After only the first part of the song, there were already more than 160 votes, instantly surpassing the previous competing singer.
In the director's room.
Wearing headphones and listening intently to the stage sound recordings, the assistant director became completely focused the moment Chen Yuan started singing, pressing one hand against the headphones as he listened carefully.
After listening to the very first verse.
The experienced assistant director's initial worries were completely put aside, and he was no longer concerned about the quality of the first episode of "The Masked Singer".
Get a glimpse of the whole leopard.
Since she sang so well at the beginning, no matter how bad she did later, it was destined not to be too bad. So she wanted to say something to Luo Qianyang.
But just as he turned his head...
But suddenly, they noticed that Luo Qianyang was staring intently at the stage, his hands were unconsciously clenched into fists, his eyes were trembling with excitement, and even seemed to be... teary-eyed?
Isn't this a bit of an overreaction?
The assistant director looked completely bewildered. "Wait, when did Director Luo become so sentimental?"
However, he wisely refrained from disturbing her, and reached out again to press the earphone, carefully listening to the performance of the last competing singer.
......
now.
Chen Yuan was completely immersed in the stage.
Even though there were five hundred audience members in front of him, he seemed to be blind to them. Even though there were constant exclamations and the sound of people pressing the voting button, he seemed to hear nothing at all.
He was completely absorbed in the performance, as if he had entered a state of absolute focus and flow.
The moment the lead singer finished singing, Chen Yuan deliberately paused for two seconds, while the guitar continued to play a soft and soothing accompaniment, allowing the listener's thoughts to linger.
"Ding ding ding—dong—"
As Chen Yuan lightly tapped the guitar, producing a deep, muffled drumbeat, his husky voice, brimming with emotion, rang out.
"One cup to the rising sun, one cup to the moonlight."
"Awakening my longing, softening the cold window."
"So you can fly against the wind without looking back."
"I am not afraid of rain in my heart or frost in my eyes."
"One cup to my hometown, one cup to the distant land."
"It is my kindness that has spurred me to grow."
"Therefore, the road between the north and south is no longer long."
"The soul no longer has nowhere to rest..."
A crisp drumbeat seemed to strike the hearts of the audience, only to be swept away by the emotionally charged chorus.
In particular, that slightly hoarse voice, with its unique depth, vividly portrays the melancholy traveler, weathered by wind and frost and battered by snow.
This melancholy and lost traveler is not a singer competing on stage, but you, me, or him listening to this song.
In the audience.
Many viewers subconsciously closed their eyes and listened to the song with utmost concentration, clearly having a deep empathy for it.
That sense of confusion, that sense of melancholy, that sense of sorrow, seems to accompany me at every turn in life.
There was regret, resentment, anger, and... a desire to do it all over again.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
Unconsciously, tears began to well up in my eyes, wetting my eyelashes. The softest, saddest parts of my heart were stirred up at this moment, filled with memories and tears.
Slow song.
This is an extremely pure slow song.
Moreover, it doesn't have high notes or much technical skill; you could even call it a lullaby.
Because, from the simple guitar accompaniment, the first part of the verse and chorus already defines the general style of the song.
This is a heartfelt ballad about finding kindred spirits.
She's similar to the singer in the first song, "Little White Rabbit," but her style is more profound, more melancholic, and more wistful.
.....
In the singer's dressing room.
The faceless man, who had been sitting with his legs crossed and arms clasped around his chest, immediately became restless upon hearing Chen Yuan's first verse and chorus.
He put his legs down, and unconsciously picked up his hands and clenched them tightly, frowning with a puzzled look.
"This isn't a cover song, it shouldn't be a cover song, right?"
"With lyrics and rhythm this good, there's no way I haven't heard it before, but why do I have absolutely no recollection of this song? Is it a brand new release...?"
He wasn't finished yet.
The faceless man felt a tap on his arm, stopped speaking, and looked to the side.
Upon discovering the wild fox wearing the nine-tailed fox mask, it reached out and made a pressing motion, while simultaneously tilting its head to the sides, as if to remind someone of something.
After giving the reminder, the wild fox immediately looked at the screen intently, its eyes seemingly filled with curiosity and astonishment.
The most rock-and-roll and unrestrained faceless man immediately looked to both sides.
Suddenly, he realized that, apart from him, all the other singers in the dressing room, and even the host Wu Yuchen, were listening intently to the song.
Senior Sun Wukong was comfortably leaning back on the sofa, nodding gently repeatedly, seemingly extremely satisfied.
Wu Yuchen clasped her hands together and unconsciously pressed them to her lips, her eyes glistening as if glistening with tears as she stared at the screen, clearly moved by the song.
Xiao Yingjun, who had previously performed the worst and had already been surpassed by the sixth singer, and was destined to be ranked last, seemed to have no resentment or sadness.
He even took out his phone and turned on the recording, as if he wanted to record the song.
Looking at the little white rabbit singer on the other side, one hand is holding the heavy headgear, and the other hand is tapping lightly on the thigh, it is unclear whether she is keeping time or recalling something.
Look around the entire lounge.
The faceless man finally understood: it was over; he was most likely going to lose third place.
Slow, emotional songs are not very effective in music competitions; they often lose to more challenging songs, upbeat and energetic rock songs, and songs full of high notes.
But why do so many singers sing sentimental ballads on music variety shows? Don't they know that ballads are not suitable for competitions or performances?
No.
Rather, they all wanted to reach the highest level and achieve instant fame.
Those songs suitable for competitions, if sung well, can become viral on Weibo or Douyin, letting some netizens know... Oh, this singer is so amazing, I'll add it to my favorites and listen to it later.
But if a heartfelt ballad is interpreted in a different way, especially if many listeners resonate with the song, then...
That wouldn't just be a simple sigh, but a die-hard fan, a large group of die-hard fans who would listen to the song on repeat and never get tired of it.
A song.
Some listen to the melody, some to the lyrics, some to the emotions, and some to life itself, to their experiences...