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There was no second time to repeat the lyrics, and when Yang Tang screamed for the third time, the barmates in the audience had already stood up and began to raise their arms to themselves. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"This high note, it's gone!"

"Look at the glass......

"Whoa...... Whew!!"

Many people followed and cried wolf, but they couldn't soar Yang Tang's high voice, and some people even began to broadcast live on the Internet with their mobile phones.

Jiang Zhizhen in the corner also looked at Yang Tang on the stage dumbfounded, she didn't expect "Master Yang" to have such a high pitch.

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"Neck, see? You don't have that talent, this way...... Forget it!"

"I-no-willing-hearted!" "Neck-neck yellow hair squeezed out a few words from the back molars, "Huzi, it's been more than seven years, I'm not reconciled!"

"I know, I know...... But we also have to eat, don't we? Can our parents wait for us for a few seven years? You better go to film with me, I recommend you to the director!"

Huang Mao was silent for a few seconds: "How many days are left to join the group?"

"There are already people in the group, but if filming starts, it will take a week!"

"Give me another five days, and no one will ask me to sign a contract in five days......"

"Come on, that's what you said five years ago...... Encore (singing again), encore ......"

The man still needs to be persuaded again, but the voices of "Encore" in the front hall came and went, Yang Tang first appeared on the stage, and he didn't know how to refuse the enthusiasm of the audience, so he could only say to the audience: "Then do it again?"

The audience burst into applause.

"Uh, I need a handy guitar......"

As he spoke, Yang Tang looked over and saw the neck-length yellow hair at the entrance of the backstage. He trotted over and said to Huang Mao, "Hey, buddy, borrow your guitar!"

Huang Mao hesitated for two seconds, but still handed over the guitar and said, "Don't, don't break it for me!"

Yang Tang glanced at the somewhat familiar yellow hair, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it won't break your ......."

Back on stage, Yang Tang solo a short guitar song and looked for the feel.

"Neck, do you see, just this guitar and others play deeper than you......"

"Go, go, make noise, listen to songs!"

When the noisy audience stopped, Yang Tang officially started the first tune. At the same time, he said: "A song "30,000 Feet" is for everyone!"

"Thirty thousand feet?

"I don't think I've heard of it......"

"Is it a new song?"

"Be quiet, shut up!"

"Climb

Speed pushes me to the back of my chair

Blurred city

Slowly flew out of my sight

breathe

Remind me of the proof of being alive

Airplanes are resisting the Earth

I'm resisting you

……”

Singing this, Yang Tang glanced at the audience and found that the guests were listening to the song vertically, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited and excited, so he brewed two notes before bursting into a high note: "Stay away from the ground, close to a distance of 30,000 feet...... Running away from you, I'm hiding under the clouds at 30,000 feet......"

The lyrics are very simple, not too difficult to remember, and the tune is also very simple, and it is easy to close the beat, so when Yang Tang sang it for the second time, many bartenders sang along with the waiter when they paid money to swipe the card to reward Yang Tang, and finally "30,000 Feet" had to end in a chorus and acrobatics.

There was jubilation and applause in the audience, and the sound of "encore, encore" rose again, even more intense than just now. Huang Mao was envious, ran out of the backstage, asked Yang Tang for a guitar, and took the opportunity to enjoy the surging cheers.

"Dude, your "30,000 Feet" is very good!"

"Your guitar is pretty good too!"

Yang Tang handed the guitar back to Huang Mao, glanced at the bartenders who shouted "Encore" under the stage, suddenly the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he thought of a "clever plan" to disperse everyone, so he sat back in front of the piano and said loudly: "Okay, seeing that everyone is so enthusiastic, I will sing another song, and everyone wants to listen to it!"

Before the words fell, another wave of rewards was ushered in.

Huang Mao, who returned to the backstage with his guitar, didn't pay attention to the reward tide of the guests, and teased: "That guy on the stage must have only entered our resident circle not long ago, otherwise he wouldn't say anything he still wants to hear after listening to it, he is going to go to the rhythm of singing a bad voice!"

"That might ......"

"Mr. Chen gives a reward of 10,000!"

"Mr. Zhang gave a reward of 10,000!"

"Miss Liu rewarded 20,000 yuan!"

"Mr. Wang's ...... tip"

Huang Mao and his friends in the background are already stunned, you know, this bar called "Freedom", only if you reward more than 10,000 Chinese dollars, there will be a broadcast, look at the posture of the person on the stage, from "no reward" to "reward before singing", only two songs were used, and this is just about to sing the third song, which is simply a bombardment!

At this time, a waitress took advantage of the gap to come to the stage and whispered to Yang Tang: "This gentleman, when this song is over, my boss will please!"

Yang Tang nodded, indicating that he heard it, and then said loudly: "A piano version of "Nervousness" is for everyone!"

As Yang Tang finished introducing the title of the song, his fingers began to slide on the keys, just a passage is fascinating, at first glance it sounds messy, but in fact it gradually deepens, giving people a feeling of scratching people's hearts.

At this time, Yang Tang began to sing in a strange tone.

"Ahh

Ahh

Ahh

Ahh

Ahh

Ahh

Ahh

Ahh

Ahh

Ahh

yes

Ahh

Ahh

Ahh

Boom boom

Gurgle Boom T

Boom

Ahh

……”

The lyrics are temporarily ended, and the audience is all stunned and almost crazy.

After listening to the second paragraph, when the guests realized that Yang Tang's third song was all onomatopoeia, they almost peed their pants. It's not that they poured too much beer and drinks, and the lyrics in the back are all onomatopoeia, or the kind that sings faster and faster with the piano accompaniment, although the guests can't understand what Yang Tang is singing nonsense, but the more anxious they are, the more they want to listen to the back, and the more they listen to the back, the more anxious they are, and the tempting and in-depth rhythm of the song can really make people's urine come out.

"......~~~~~~~~Ahh

When Yang Tang soared the last section to the extreme high pitch, the audience was completely petrified, and the whole hall could be heard. Seeing this, Yang Tang took the opportunity to slip off the stage, and escaped from the "freedom" bar with Jiang Zhizhen, neither wanting to reward nor meeting with the backstage boss of the freedom bar.

When the petrification was lifted, the scolding and praise in the free bar were intertwined, and as a result, the bartenders looked around, and they could neither find the target to throw rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes nor find anyone to reward, and the main owner, Yang Tang, had long since disappeared.

At the backstage, Huang Mao, who saw that the bartenders were divided into two groups and quarreled endlessly for Yang Tang's "Nervousness", had a flash of inspiration in his mind, put on his guitar, and rushed out of the staff passage as if he were free.

"Neck, what are you doing?"

"I'll find my master to ......"

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On the side of the road, Yang Tang and Jiang Zhizhen were eating a bowl of shaved ice with each other.

"Brother Yang......"

"Huh?"

"You wrote all three of the songs you sang at the bar?"

"Nonsense!" Uncle Yang Tang is thicker than the city wall, and he admits it with confidence.

"Then you can also help me write a few songs!" Jiang Zhizhen half-jokingly.

Yang Tang said: "It's okay to write a song, the problem is that I don't lose money by singing it myself, but if I write it to others, it will be a waste of time." ”

"Why? You want to sing the song to me, or sell it to that diva, once the song is released, you will definitely gain fame and fortune!"

"How many names, how many profits?"

Jiang Zhizhen said innocently: "One-handed songs will not be less than 10,000......"

Yang Tang waved his hand, interrupting her to continue, and said, "You have learned my ability to 'pinch my fingers' before, do you know how much money I made with this ability?"

Jiang Zhizhen shook her head.

"I made at least a hundred songs, and it didn't take three days before and after!" Yang Tang said half-truthfully, "You said that if I write songs, I can write a hundred songs in a few days?"

"Huh?!" Jiang Zhizhen was taken aback by the data reported by Yang Tang.

At this time, a person came out from behind the flower stand, and it was the neck-length yellow hair who was in the bar before. As soon as he saw Yang Tang, he knelt on the ground and wanted to kowtow: "Master!!"

Thanks to Yang Tang's quick eyes, he held Huang Mao and asked, "Why do you want to worship me as a teacher?"

"Master, the three songs you sang in the bar before were all written by yourself, right?" As soon as Huang Mao's words came out, Jiang Zhizhen couldn't help but cover her mouth and snicker.

"You want me to write a song for you, too?"

"No, I want you to teach me how to write songs......

"What do you want to do when you learn to write songs?" Yang Tang asked again.

Huang Mao sneered: "Have this idea......"

Yang Tang snorted: "Huang Bo, this is your talent is useless on the right path!"

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, and then changed color and said, "Master, master, how do you know that my name is Huang Bo?"

The old god Yang Tang is here: "I not only know that your name is Huang Bo, but I also know the white underwear you wore yesterday and the red underwear you wore today!"

"Ah?!" Huang Bo was almost scared to death by Yang Tang's "divine calculation", "Master, then I, I ......"

"Trying to get ahead, don't you?"

Huang Bo nodded wildly.

"Don't you want to be famous?"

Huang Bo continued to nod.

"Then don't be a singer, let's change to acting!"

Huang Bo suddenly had a hellish expression on his face, because he didn't tell anyone about his good brother Gao Yufei dragging him to act.

"In short, you listen to me right, do something else, you can get ahead, otherwise even if you become famous with a song, you will be like Tai Zhengxiao for a lifetime at most!"

"Thank you Master for your teachings!" Huang Bo was obviously fooled and lame, and he wanted to bow down again.

Yang Tang held him up again, and said lightly: "You want to be my apprentice for a while, when will you guess my name, come to apprentice again!"

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