About four years ago, Song Yin came out of his hometown town and came to the magic capital with a guitar on his shoulder, wanting to eat the bowl of music. At that time, he was not young and plunged into the circle, and tasted the ups and downs of the world in a short period of time, the hardships were not enough for outsiders, and he gritted his teeth all the way through, and the emperor lived up to his wishes, and finally got a chance given by the owner of [Alley Bar], and after the performance of [Alley Bar], he was favored by a record company and signed a contract.

He is not the first singer to be favored and signed in the [Alley Bar], and he will not be the last, he is just an addition to the countless legends that have happened in [Alley Bar] - at least for now - but Song Yin is still sincerely grateful to this bar that changed his fate, and thanks to the boss for giving him a chance like a dog tail flower, so every time Song Yin releases a new song to start promotion, Song Yin is willing to use [Lane Mouth] as the starting point of publicity.

This approach can be described as affectionate and righteous, but to be honest, if Song Yin is not the singer who went out from [Xiangkou Bar], the position of this guest performer is really not his turn to come when he wants.

Boss Li of [Xiangkou Bar] was an insider in the early years, and he had close contacts with the bigwigs of many music companies, which is no secret among music lovers in the magic capital. The audience next to the audience may be a music bigwig, a well-known producer, or a music-loving star. Even the inconspicuous old man and middle-aged uncle and aunt at the next table may be a music critic, editor-in-chief, or a talent scout of a certain music media.

In the past 20 years, [Xiangkou Bar] has become a coordinate in the music circle of the magic capital.

[If you think you have a little talent, you might as well go to the alley and try it.] 】

There is such a saying among the street performers who rely on music to perform on the street, and among the countless young people who want to gain a foothold in the music circle of the magic capital.

Trying this at the mouth of the alley does not mean finding a random alley, sitting on the ground, holding a musical instrument and singing. Rather, it refers to this bar.

As a result, there are countless young people who have ambitions and ideas about music, and they all want to sing at the [Alley Bar] one by one, hoping that someone in the audience who can change his fate can discover him.

Song Yin is one of the lucky ones.

He couldn't forget that after he finished singing his song that day, the boss called him to a table and introduced Song Yin to another person who was there at the time.

"How's this kid?" the boss asked the man.

"Tsk, talented. The man replied as if taking a sip of wine.

"Don't forget me when you're developed. The boss turned his head and said to Song Yin with a smile.

Song Yin's whole body trembled with excitement.

Then Song Yin signed a contract, which can be regarded as finally bitter and sweet, and debuted as a professional musician.

After his debut, Song Yin's career is thriving, one album a year is released, and the company treats him well, and even this year the company made a big move for him.

This big move is a real big move, but Song Yin was really worried that he couldn't hold back and was a little panicked, so he hurriedly ran back to [Alleyway] to stabilize his heart.

Because it's "Singer" after all, you have to hurry up to find the "original intention", otherwise you have to float, and once you float, I'm afraid you won't be far from falling to death.

The night was already dark, Song Yin got out of the car and came to the back door of the bar familiarly.

The back door stood out in the obscure and fantastical light of the red and blue streetlights, and there was a strong black man, leaning against the wall, standing by the door, his eyes staring at him. Although this situation was very confusing, Song Yin knew that the big black man in front of him was a security guard at the bar, not a hooligan. So he went up and said hello to the security guard guarding the back door.

It was probably the manager of the bar who greeted the security guard, so the security guard recognized Song Yin, the guest of performance tonight, and also said hello back.

"Dude, how many tickets are there now?" Song Yin did not rush in, but handed a cigarette and chatted with the security guard, not worried that this black security guard could not speak Chinese.

"More than 800. The security guard lit a cigarette.

"Is there a newcomer tonight?" Every time he came to [Alleyway], Song Yin would ask, and the security guard's answer was sometimes yes and sometimes no.

"There is one. ”

"Oh?" Song Yin was interested.

[Alley Bar] is generally not easy to stuff newcomers, and newcomers often don't have a rule, it all depends on the boss's preferences.

The bar has a professional performance venue and high-quality acoustics, and can accommodate more than 300 spectators. This kind of close and quiet way of communicating music is not lacking in attraction for some big-name stars. Therefore, most of the performers are famous artists, which is why the tickets are so high, everyone comes to listen to the performances of well-known singers. This is one of the reasons why there are fewer places for newbies.

"Okay, I'll go in first. Song Yin snuffed out the cigarette butt and went in.

Song Yin's came neither early nor late, and some popular big names were pinched. At this time, there were already people in the background, but they all knew each other, and Song Yin didn't see the shadow of the newcomer after looking around. He guessed that he might have gone out to prepare.

Newcomers are generally used as warm-ups, singing their own works. You have to take your own work, after all, even the original singer can be invited here, who wants to listen to the cover of the newcomer.

Song Yin found Boss Li, first said hello to the boss, and then planned to find a corner to wait to watch the newcomer's performance.

"Come on, come on, listen to how the newcomer sings, just like you, it's also a ballad, and talk about your views after listening. The boss took Song Yin's shoulders and walked outside.

Song Yin originally had such a plan, but he couldn't ask for it, and when he heard that the newcomer was also a folk singer, he was even more curious.

At this time, it was close to 9 o'clock, the bar was already full, the boss greeted some old customers all the way, and finally took Song Yin to the second floor to sit down.

Song Yin looked at the corner of the stage, and there were already bar staff members adjusting musical instruments. Song Yin saw a man with a long figure looking at his back, holding a guitar case standing up with one hand, watching the busy staff under the stage.

The instrument debugging check is to prepare for the next performers, and the staff who are quick to move quickly get it done, and then a staff member came over and asked the man to open the guitar case, the man didn't know why, and opened the guitar case awkwardly, and then looked at the staff suspiciously, as if he didn't understand the intention, and finally saw the staff add a pickup to the man's guitar, and then nodded in a sudden understanding.

"This newcomer is too new, isn't it?," Song Yin asked the boss with a sip of water.

"Don't you recognize it?" said the boss with a playful expression.

Song Yin frowned, thinking that if it was a pure newcomer, the boss would not ask such a question, could it be that he was famous in the circle?

"You really don't recognize it?" the boss asked again as he looked at Song Yin frowning and reminiscing.

Song Yin shook his head.

"Han Jue. The boss gave the answer.

For Song Yin, the name is familiar.

"It's kind of familiar, let me think about it, let me think about it. Song Yin rubbed his temples. Something floated in Song Yin's mind, but he just couldn't grasp it.

"Just the one on the Internet recently. "The boss reminded.

Song Yin clapped his hands and remembered.

In the past few days, the assistants have always been holding their mobile phones and talking to each other, with a look of excitement. Song Yin, who doesn't like to play with mobile phones, thinks that the assistants are planning some kind of prank against him. As a result, when I asked, I realized that I was watching the gossip of an artist named [Han Jue]. Although Song Yin was not interested in this and ignored it. But the assistants were like chasing a TV series, and they discussed for a long time when there was a slight update, and after a few days in a row, they could be regarded as "hearing and seeing" a lot of things about Han Jue.

"Isn't he singing rap?" Obviously, Song Yin's gossip update progress has not been traced back to the beginning of Han Jue's debut.

After Song Yin finished asking, without waiting for the boss to answer, the lights in the venue dimmed and became faintly visible.

Only a few beams of light remained in the light of the small stage, pouring on the man sitting on the stool in the center of the stage.

The boss pointed at Han Jue and motioned to keep the question and listen first.

With the change of lights, the audience also knew that the show had begun, but when they looked at the stage, hey, who is this, I don't know, it's weird and beautiful, it's not a vase, right?

For good-looking people, people always habitually cut each other's strength. After all, you are so good-looking, if you still have strength, wouldn't it be too unfair?

So some male viewers who resisted Han Jue's appearance continued to talk without care, waiting for the famous singer to appear and listen to it again.

The dimly lit scene became noisy.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some people have already recognized Han Jue.

"This man's ...... It's a bit like Han Jue. ”

"You think so, too?"

"Do you think Han Jue will appear here? ”

……

Song Yin held a glass of water and watched the excitement. He also heard the obvious whispers at the scene, so he looked at Han Jue with interest what he planned to do. Being ignored, this is the only way for newcomers, there is nothing to be sorry about.

However, I heard that singers who play rap are more straightforward and irritable?

Song Yin looked at Han Jue in the center of the stage condescendingly, wondering if the rapper with the guitar on his back would be so angry that he would play the guitar accompaniment and rap for a while, or just drop the guitar, or shout to silence the audience?

Song Yin was thinking about it when he saw Han Jue indifferent to the whispering whisper. He first held on to the microphone stand, bowed his head and was silent for a long time, and after a while, I saw him raise his head and move the microphone stand closer, so close that it was almost close to his mouth. Hands touched the strings, in this not quiet field, eyes straight ahead, began to sing:

[On a panicked night

I hear you crying in the distance

So I put on the cloak of night

Shake off the stars and go to find you]

……

There was no prelude, and a voice that was almost whispered in the ear sounded through the microphone in all corners of the venue. The sound of the guitar is like the coldness before the sun rises in the morning, a kind of lonely melancholy, which makes the whispers in the field suddenly silent.

Maybe one day you will leave suddenly

With someone you don't love, grow old

This may be the last time I sing it to you with my heart

Tell yourself, don't be afraid, don't be sad]

……

Panicked, unwilling, but the emotions in these voices were like splashes from throwing stones, but they quickly fell silent, and changed back to a slightly melancholy flat tone.

……

[But I know that everyone will be scared and awakened by reality.]

Crazy crying looking for those past

In fact, all I want is something that I can't get

If you meet, everything that can be given to you will be given to you]

In the end, Han Jue no longer pretended to be calm, no longer pretended to be stable, but seemed to be struggling to wake up from a dream, but soon, his tone was almost murmuring, as if he had exhausted all his strength to wake up from the dream, and found that his side was still empty, nothing had changed, and he suddenly woke up to reality that it was more sad than a dream.

Han Jue used the guitar to end the whole song, leaving a sad aftertaste.

After Han Jue finished the song, he sat with his head down, and didn't move for a long time.

The audience was silent, and their eyes were all looking at Han Jue in the center of the stage.

"Jiani, for everyone, thank you. ”

Han Jue raised his head, thanked him, and stood up and bowed.

The applause was scattered at first, and finally gathered together and resounded throughout the audience.

"How is this kid?" the boss leaned over amid applause and asked Song Yin loudly.

Song Yin applauded and shouted to the boss: "Talented!"

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Song recommendation: "Jiani" - Aobo