Song Zhiqiang is a first-year high school student and has been learning guitar for three years.

Ever since he heard Black Hole's songs three years ago, he has developed a great interest in metal music.

Last summer, he and his cousin Li Jianfeng went to see the Black Hole Band's concert together, and he was fascinated by the glittering idols on the stage.

When he returned, he formed a band with his cousin and classmates.

It's Sunday, but he got up early because it's the most important day for the band.

After washing up and hurriedly picking up two mouthfuls of breakfast, he ran to the door of the community with the piano case on his back.

Li Jianfeng's rented car was already waiting for him, jumped into the van, Song Zhi couldn't wait to look back, and said with a smile: "It's all here? so fast?"

"You think they're all like you? Li Jianfeng sat next to him, with rhythm guitar and drummer behind him.

"No, I'm ready to come out at six o'clock, and my mother has to let me eat before coming out. ”

"Isn't it a little early to go now? There shouldn't be many people in the square, right?"

"Why aren't there many? There are so many aunts and uncles who exercise in the morning. ”

"Then let's sing it to the aunts and uncles?"

"Isn't it the same for whom? There are a lot of people at noon, and the important thing is this opportunity, let's just rehearse it as usual. ”

"Brother, how much do you think we can earn today?"

"I can't make much, besides, are we here to make money?"

"Of course!haha! It's good to earn money for a meal!"

Everyone was giggling and joking, and although they knew in their hearts that this was an attempt to make a musical dream, it seemed that no one was ashamed to mention that word.

"By the way, brother, can we sing the song of the black hole today? Singing in the open will be infringing, right?" Song Zhiqiang asked.

"Look at how it is operated, simply singing, without collecting benefits, will not constitute infringement. Li Jianfeng explained: "That is to say, we collect money when we sing our own songs, and don't collect money when we sing black hole songs." ”

"Oh. Song Zhiqiang nodded, a little pity: "If you can collect money, you will definitely earn more!"

"Why do you always want to make money?" Li Jianfeng said with a smile: "We are amateurs, if we are professional street artists, you can apply for copyright on Xinghai's official website with your work permit, like those music companies take care of street artists and other professions, and generally do not charge much copyright fees, and some even give subsidies to let them sing more songs of their own company's artists, so there are only so many professional artists on the streets and alleys now." ”

"And this?" Song Zhiqiang said enviously: "If I can't get into college, I'll be a street performer." ”

"What nonsense! Let your dad know, break your leg ......"

When they came to the square, several people got out of the car and busily moved the equipment down.

Usually the band does these jobs by the bass player, but unfortunately, their band does not have a bass player.

The stereo, mixer, and drums took up the most space, and the drum machine, effects, and cables had to be connected.

The square began to be more crowded, and the crowd of people exercising was replaced by people walking leisurely, couples pushing strollers, couples walking slowly holding hands, and children playing skateboards and flying machines.

Many pedestrians were very surprised when they saw Song Zhiqiang and others who were busy with work, and some stopped to watch, and before they set up the stage, there were many onlookers.

"Look, my brothers are going to sing!"

Song Zhiqiang heard a young woman holding a child talking to the child, and he felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Li Jianfeng was obviously a little nervous, he put up the microphone stand, and said to the crowd of onlookers: "Hello everyone, we are the Dandelion Band. ”

The audience reacted mediocre and just looked at them curiously.

Li Jianfeng turned his head and looked at the team members, Song Zhiqiang shrugged his shoulders, meaning to start directly.

Nodding, my cousin gestured to the drummer.

Knock!

The band began to drill.

The first song was "The Breeze Like You" written by my cousin himself, and after singing it, the crowd of onlookers burst into sparse applause, but everyone was already very happy.

After singing a few more songs, from time to time someone passed by, and some people came from nowhere, gradually surrounded them on the inside and outside of the three floors, and they all held their mobile phones and filmed at them.

Maybe it's tourists, they don't care.

Seeing that the audience was increasing, everyone was a little excited, and after a short discussion, they unanimously decided to start singing the song of the black hole!

Song Zhiqiang put away the piano case and put it behind the drummer, only to find that he had an excited smile on his face, as if he was expecting something.

"Calm, calm, a little forced, okay?" Song Zhiqiang patted him on the shoulder and ran back to his position.

The drummer quickly glanced at a man in a baseball cap with the brim of his hat pressed low in the middle of the crowd, took a deep breath, and beat the rhythm that had been rehearsed countless times with great seriousness.

Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock!

"I don't want to say anything more to you!"

"Now it's me who is angry!"

Li Jianfeng sang as soon as he spoke, and a mobile phone was erected in the crowd, excitedly filming them.

With a surge of confidence, Li Jianfeng nodded his head and reached out to make a gesture of love and peace with the Black Hole Band, and suddenly a gesture was erected in the crowd to respond to him.

As soon as he finished singing the first stanza, Li Jianfeng suddenly noticed that a road had split in the crowd, and a man wearing a baseball cap walked out of it and walked towards them.

He was a little confused, but he didn't care, thinking that he was going to give a reward, and continued to sing the second stanza.

But as the man got closer and closer, he suddenly noticed that the man looked a little familiar.

Suddenly, he stopped singing and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth: "!"

Song Zhiqiang stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing what was going on with him, but he just happened to see the man who came and took off his hat.

"it!"

Airplanes!

The guitar made a screeching sound, and he covered his head with his hands in surprise, unable to believe it was real.

Cao Wu!

It's Cao Wu of the Black Hole Band!

The audience in the crowd who didn't know the truth also recognized him, and couldn't help but exclaim, took out their mobile phones and slapped them.

Cao Wu stepped forward, patted Li Jianfeng on the back, and then smiled at Song Zhiqiang and said, "Don't stop!

Li Jianfeng and the others were stunned for a long time, but they didn't calm down, and waited until Cao Wu said it again, and then hurriedly played again.

Because of his excitement, Song Zhiqiang played a wrong note in the prelude, and he wanted to hit his head on the ground at that time.

"It's okay, do it again. Cao Wu comforted him.

Song Zhiqiang took a few deep breaths, controlled his trembling hands, and bounced back up.

"You sing the first stanza. Cao Wu smiled at Li Jianfeng.

"Good. Li Jianfeng felt that his throat was dry, and he finished singing the first paragraph with some trembling.

The music continued, and Cao Wu leaned closer to the microphone to open his voice.

"Do you have to be so arrogant when you speak!"

"Where is this rule!"

……

"Wow!"

Not only did the onlookers cry out in surprise, but even Li Jianfeng couldn't help but cover his face.

The charm of the original! he roared in his heart.

Sure enough, if you sing well, even with ordinary equipment, you can still be so awesome!