From a few sporadic "encores" to the final convergence into a neat and imposing [encore], the enthusiasm of the audience made Han Jue feel a little caught off guard.

[No......] Han Jue was a little booed in his heart, looking at the audience's expressions of "If you dare to leave, we will dare to tear you", he was also a little dazed.

Customers on the dance floor waved their arms and shouted "Encore", as enthusiastic as a sales company shouting slogans.

The customers in their seats slammed their glasses against the table, stomped their feet on the floor, and shouted after them. Especially not afraid of big things.

The bustle in the bar aroused the curiosity of the customers queuing outside, but no one came out, so they couldn't get in. Under the fierce eyes of the security guards, they could only suppress their curiosity and pray that it would be their turn to go in soon.

The bar was as loud as the American students were on strike.

Han Jue didn't know if this situation was the norm in the bar, or if the customers politely shouted twice to encourage them, so that the enthusiastic musicians who were chasing their dreams would continue to starve to death until they starved to death.

Han Jue rightfully rationalized this sudden enthusiasm with conspiracy theories, so he shrugged his shoulders, smiled at the people in the audience, and prepared to step down and leave.

As soon as he took two steps, the slogans of the audience were chaotic.

They shouted "NO!" and "Han!" one after another, trying to keep Han Jue in horror.

Just when Han Jue, who was unmoved, was about to walk off the stage, the manager of the bar ran up, pulled Han Jue, and took Han Jue to the corner of the stage.

"What's wrong?" Han Jue wondered.

"Mr. Han, can you sing one more song?" the manager begged, sweating profusely.

Han Jue reluctantly refused: "No, I only have the accompaniment of this song." ”

"Is there really no one? We'll make up the appearance fee, double it! Just ask you to sing one more song, even the one you just sang again. The manager looked at the restless audience and continued to ask Han Jue.

To be honest, the manager didn't expect that the boss just added a Chinese singer to the plug, saying that he was going to sing English songs. Originally, the manager thought that the boss meant to let him spend some money to send people away, so he planned to let this Chinese person sing something casually, but he didn't expect the other party to be so real, and sang a complex English song solidly, but it was good enough to let the audience shout "Encore"?

Please, this is a bar, not a concert!

But the manager looked at the audience who were emotionally up, and he had the posture of leaving directly without listening to the second song. The manager was also full of pain.

Han Jue said: "Double the appearance fee, but I'm very busy......"

The manager sighed, wondering if Alex would be able to handle the rest of the atmosphere.

Han Jue said: "...... Gotta add money. ”

The manager brought it up again in one breath.

The manager gestured and said with great joy: "OKOKOK!"

"Do you have a guitar here?" asked Han Jue.

"Yes, yes. The manager nodded.

"Then I'm bothering you. Han Jue said while thinking.

The manager was overjoyed and ran off the stage.

The audience, who were always staring at the corner of the stage, saw that Han Jue did not leave, but put one hand to his mouth and meditate, and then saw a middle-aged man who seemed to be the person in charge of the bar walking down happily.

The crowd cheered, as if they had won a victory, and clinked glasses to celebrate.

Han Jue has never had any sense of reality when he was an artist before, and he never took the praise and abuse on the Internet seriously. Now watching just a song make the audience celebrate and cheer for each other, feeling that they are too easy to defect to their own camp, but there is also a strange feeling in their hearts.

Everything is afraid of contrast. The first person to ask him for an autograph was a foreigner, and the first person to give him enthusiastic feedback was also a foreigner.

Just seeing that they didn't leave, they cheered the audience, Han Jue's mood couldn't help but jump.

Han Jue, who originally planned to perform a Chinese song on the guitar alone, changed his mind.

The clever viewers before have already begun to send the video back to the United States. They have a hunch that today's incident is estimated to be a small fire in Weite or the circle of friends. Others, have turned on the live broadcast function, recording [Chinese hot stars sing English songs live!]

Han Jue pondered for a moment, then walked to the DJ console, greeted the DJ, and then the two of them got together to discuss something.

When the audience saw this, they guessed that Han Juemo didn't want to DJ? Although this was certainly a retention of Han Jue, it was not what they expected.

Fortunately, Han Jue didn't stay at the console for a long time, and he operated in front of the console with headphones, and it seemed that he had reached some consensus with the DJ. Then Han Jue walked back to the stage and took the acoustic guitar handed over by the manager who was waiting on the side.

"Wow!

"What is he going to do?"

"Is it still an English song?"

"Even if my Han sings Chinese songs, I love him!"

“......”

Everyone saw Han Jue's formation, and they didn't urge. Everyone felt new because of this unexpected accident, and there was a feeling that there was no loss in today's tickets.

Han Jue was in the corner of the stage, tuning the guitar. The audience watched Han Jue's every move and did not urge, but fortunately, Han Jue did not let the audience wait too long.

On the brightly lit stage, Han Jue walked back to the front of the stage, stood in front of the microphone stand, and gestured to Alex.

The audience, who were looking forward to it, heard the crisp wooden drum sound synthesized by electronic music in the stereo, which was constantly playing on a loop. Easily bring the listener into the rhythm.

Han Jue held the acoustic guitar hanging in front of him, beating the body and strings. A fresh and joyful feeling fills the whole bar, and small fresh tunes sweep away the hormones of the bar.

The accompaniment was repeated like this, and the audience was attracted by the melody, and their heads and shoulders involuntarily followed. No matter what they were wearing, everyone had a smile on their faces.

The enthusiastic audience, the right atmosphere, and the happy singers are destined to be a different performance tonight.

Han Jue looked at the audience with a smile, and then leaned in front of the microphone and sang:

【The club isn't the best place to find a lover

This club is not a place where you can find solace

So we went to the bar

My friends and I toasted at the table

Drink it all and then slowly tell the heartfelt heart]

......

If there were still people who suspected that Han Jue was lip-synching before, then now they will not doubt it at all.

Han Jue's words were clear and cheerful, without any accent, even better than some of the Americans present. English came out of his mouth, pleasant and vivid.

In a single accompaniment, the lyrics and tunes sung by Han Jue are the melody of the song, and it can be said that his vocals set the rhythm of the whole song.

【Come—come on no， follo my lead

Just follow me now

I'm in love ith the shape of you

I'm caught up in love in your name]

......

Han Jue himself has simply become a musical instrument.

After singing, Han Jue grinned at the audience, shook his body, clapped his hands and invited the audience to join him in the applause, so that the applause became a part of the music.

【I'm in love ith your body

Your body has made me deeply obsessed

Oh—i—oh—i—oh—i—oh—i

Oh—i—oh—i—oh—i—oh—i】

......

When it comes to the most toxic hook part of a song, a bar is almost turned into a small song club by Han Jue.

The audience who was holding the mobile phone to shoot could not participate in the carnival because they were holding the mobile phone in one hand, so they could only stomp their feet and follow the beat.

Some customers slapped the table with their hands, and some hit the table with wine glasses, and the accompaniment of different timbres of the same beat for a while made the song rich and cheerful.

The singers backstage and the female dancers resting couldn't help but run out to watch.

Customers outside the bar listened to the faint singing and begged the security guards to let them in. But of course the security guards won't allow it.

Xia Yuan listened to the music and looked at Han Jue who was immersed in the performance on the stage, and his body swayed slightly with the music.

The performers are just right, the audience is just right, the stage is just right, everything is just right.

In the past, Han Jue knew that he was learning a musical instrument in order to have a skill so that he would not starve to death in the future. He also learns quickly and lives up to the talent left by his predecessor. But his love for music, that's it.

Because a song can be used as a node to carry a memory, Han Jue thought about how to make music from his previous life. In this way, every time he hears a song from his previous life, his memory of his past life goes back once. In the end, he didn't have any other ideas about music, just as a memory storage tool, let alone fall in love with music.

However, after being exposed to music for so long, this is the first time that Han Jue really feels that he has gained happiness in music. Listeners, no longer a burden. Songs, enjoyed alone, are still not as happy as sharing them together.

Han Jue, who was immersed in happiness, didn't know what kind of changes his life would bring to his life with this performance tonight.