"Now, I'm giving you my new song. After the last set of chords of the guitar was swept, Yang Sleepy couldn't wait.

He saw that many people in the crowd heard that the last sentence was about to end, so they quickly pulled out their legs and ran towards the stage of the human group, and could only quickly try to stay.

In the end, this sentence still helped him keep a few people, but it was similar to what he expected, and now the emptiness in front of the stage was embarrassing, with only a dozen people standing in front of the stage, and there were not even as many people as there were people around the stalls selling beer.

Yang Ji turned his head and signaled to the backstage and the band, ready to sing the song Jiang Hua gave him.

The drummer shook his head secretly, his face full of anxiety and worry. When Yang Quan got the song back, their band kept persuading him that this song must not be sung, it is a shame, so don't talk about the lyrics, what is this composition.

Even if you find a beginner, he may not dare to write like this, it's just a few sets of melodies that keep repeating simply. Although the boss said that the song only cost five hundred, the band agreed to give the author more than five cents.

But Yang Trapped ordered them with resolute eyes, they had to sing now, they could only breathe helplessly, and began to enter the melody listlessly.

Changfei looked at the endless flow of people below the stage and became even more excited. A music festival veteran like him estimated from the scale below that Yang Quana really didn't have anyone anymore.

"Do you know what our band is most distressed about?" he asked the audience with a smile while holding the microphone between song changes.

The audience shouted all kinds of answers, but Changfei shook his head one by one and denied them.

"The most regrettable thing we have always felt is that we have too many viewers and too enthusiastic, so it's hard to be our fans. Because some fans have to stand far away and can't hear or see. Even if you look at it from a distance, that's how it will not leave.

Every time we see such a scene, we want to burst into tears, and we want to apologize to you with a lot of guilt. Changfei said very pretendedly.

The whistles, applause, cheers, and shouts from the audience immediately came and went, and Le Fei saw that there were flags waving desperately everywhere, and the classic gesture of rock and roll "very six plus one" was everywhere.

He decided to pretend to be a little more b, as he said, slowly walked to the edge of the stage, raised a hand, closed his eyes, turned his back to the audience, concave a cool shape, and motionless let the audience look at his back.

The band also stopped immediately, they laughed and unanimously decided to use this move to completely humiliate Yang Sleepy once, they stood here and really concave a shape and no one paid attention to defeat Yang Sleepy, just standing can leave the audience.

No one expected that it was this move that saved Yang Quan's life.

Yang Zhuodu had been singing for more than a minute, but he didn't add a single person. The atmosphere in the audience is good, and more than a dozen people sway with the rhythm together, which is quite hilarious. It's not because Jiang Hua's song is not good, but this kind of music can't compare to the explosive effect of rock.

When the band performed, their musical effect overwhelmed Yang Sleepy, and their voice couldn't be transmitted at all.

Now Changfei's pretending to be B saved Yang Sleepy, and everyone was suddenly attracted by the strange rhythm of Yang Sleepy, and their legs were uncontrollably and slowly walking towards Yang Sleepy.

In a moment, Yang Quan's place was full of people again.

After Chang Fei concave for a full three minutes, Yang Trap's place was now completely crowded, and the flags, gestures, cheers, and whistles had all been moved to Yang Trap's place.

But it didn't take long for everyone there to throw down their flags, forget to applaud, no more cheers, no more gestures, and everyone swayed in unison, and kept dancing.

None of them knew why they danced, but they couldn't help but listen to the music.

Jiang Hua's baby just erased the song from this world, but people's subconscious and feelings about the song were not erased. The former king of square dancing is resurrected here, and they read it every day, even if they don't want to listen to it, they have to listen to it a hundred and eighty times a year, and they already have a deep memory of this melody in their minds, forming a subconscious.

If this song hadn't been erased, there wouldn't have been so much magic, but this song has disappeared, and suddenly it's lost and regained, and all the madness can't be suppressed at all, because it's something in their subconscious, something deep in their hearts.

What is lost and then comes back is often more precious and willing to go crazy for it.

Now, when they heard this melody, everyone jumped up in unison, and they were surprised to find that everyone had automatically jumped out of the same pace.

No one knows what this is all about.

Changfei didn't know what was happening in front of him, he played the usual game of music festivals, and fell directly from the stage to the audience.

In the past, when playing like this, the audience was crowded below, and they would immediately catch him with a pair of hands below, and then pass him round and round in the sea of people by these two hands, and finally pass him back to the stage.

He just started singing the next song again, making the atmosphere of the stage even crazier.

"Boss, don't. But this time, all he heard was the anxious shouts of all the members of the band.

Before he could react, with a bang, he fell to the ground hard. Although it was land, but on such a high stage, falling down still made his eyes dark, and then he saw the marquee full of life, and almost fainted.

The staff hurriedly ran over and helped him up, he stood up and glanced around, and suddenly couldn't close his mouth in shock.

There was no one in front of his stage, and everyone had already run to Yang Sleep, dancing in the crazy demons。。。。。。。

"TMD, what's so good about this, it's hard to hear. Le Fei listened to it for a long time under Yang Quan's stage, but he didn't understand how good this song was, and scolded angrily. But the audience in the audience made Yang Sleepy sing again and again, and the audience was exhausted from dancing over and over again and was unwilling to stop.

"Brother, brother, okay, okay, this song is really not good, you are right, but can you stop jumping, you are still standing so high and jumping, so that if our fans see it, what do they think of us." The bassist cried and begged for a sweaty long flying path that stood on the speaker below Yang Quan's stage.

"No, I can't stop, MD, it's really evil, this song is so ugly, but why do I keep jumping up when I hear it. Changfei also said helplessly.

"Besides, you're all dancing with each other?" he yelled, as the exhausted bass player and the rest of the band members.