The second day is Sunday. In the morning, when You Zishi was still indulging in a sweet dream, she was woken up by Su Yin.

At that moment, Youzishi was startled, oh my God, why did the scene in the dream come true?

It was hard for my brain to react, and I was quite emotional, if every day a girl could come and stick to my side to wake up my body and mind, and then when I opened my eyes, I saw a lazy beauty like a cat, how great it would be.

A stressful day began again. Even on weekends, Su Yin originally had elective courses, but in order to record the show, she had already applied for a flexible vacation from the department, so she still decided to accompany You Zishi throughout the whole day on this day.

The day's recording went quickly, and the morning passed quickly. Because there are not many places left for the tutors, it makes the tutors more strict and provocative, and they are unwilling to hand over their places easily, therefore, most of the students have suffered a fiasco, no one is favored, and they have become hurried passers-by.

After lunch, the afternoon recording continues. Now, it's almost time to wrap up. In addition to the two places that I liked, the other three instructors all had only one place left, and there were still as many as twenty students left.

A sense of depression arises spontaneously.

Originally, when I recorded yesterday, both the students and the instructors were quite happy and happy, but at this time today, both the students and the instructors have unconsciously become much more serious and heavier.

At this time, everyone's mood began to be a little impetuous.

One after another, students took the stage to sing. There are high-pitched people, there are folk songs, there are bands, there are a cappella, there are gorgeous transpositions, there are cool dances, and there are also people who want to take the surprise route, change their minds and songs temporarily, and so on......

Everyone tried their best to show their best side on this sensational national stage, and wanted to attract the favor and attention of the mentors and the audience, but they were defeated one by one, or depressed, or burst into tears.

For these students, this opportunity in front of them is so important, after all, many of them have been working the edge of the music circle for many years, or transferred to various bars, or various small commercial performances keep walking, although the age is not big, it is not small, but several years have passed, less than three or five years, more than ten years, but they are still only struggling at the outer edge of the circle, unable to enter the core of this circle, unable to show their heads, unable to play well-known, and not popular, this state really makes them feel great pain。

Who doesn't want to prove themselves in front of a larger audience? And who doesn't want to be favored by any of these four mentors, as long as they have any of them, not to mention their full help, even if it is just a word of help, maybe their future star path will be much easier, and even become a smooth path, or at least they can start to embark on this glorious path.

And once you miss it, what awaits you is a long road that has not been unheard, and you know it.

This kind of feeling may only be understood by people who have worked hard but still haven't been able to get much results.

Their problems are not fatal, and even the mentors feel sorry for it, they are not bad at singing, they can only say that they are not good enough. Not good enough to impress the mentors and stir them up with the urge to use up the last spot.

Maybe it's because a certain pitch is not accurate, or the song selection is not quite suitable for your voice, and you haven't been able to give full play to your greatest advantages, maybe it's just that the tutor doesn't like that style of song very much, or maybe, just because this voice, this kind of singing, can already be replaced by students who can be absorbed by the program, and you, it's too late......

You Zishi also began to unconsciously become nervous. I am not this major, I just came here with a passionate hobby, naturally I have never seen such a big scene, and my palms are so flustered that I am sweating.

Finally, it was my turn. You Zishi took a deep breath, met Su Yin's smiling face, and after a high-five, he quickly ran from the long passage to the recording hall.

All of them –

A heavy heartbeat countdown prompt sounds. You Zishi seemed to feel that her fist-sized heart was also pounding.

However, as soon as the wanderer began to pluck the strings of the guitar, his nervousness quickly subsided. High on the track in front of the stage, there are four mentors, although they can't see their faces, but you can still feel their big names and authority so closely, the darkness on both sides is full of music-loving audiences, black and oppressive, they have all kinds of moods, some are waving their hands, some are sitting quietly and waiting.

The spotlight is on the head of You Zishi, who strives to put himself into a musical state with all his body and mind, and tells himself that now, he is a bright new star on the stage.

A clear and distant voice began to sound, not loud, or perhaps not loud, but it felt very far away, and could easily pierce the night sky of the entire studio hall and send it into everyone's ears.

The voice sounds very young, not as mature as some male voices, but it sounds like there is a sense of vicissitudes that make people feel released, with a little hoarseness, and it is very penetrating.

And it's a little laid-back, and it sounds free.

The hearts of the four instructors immediately felt a pang, and they had been captured by this opening sentence and entered the artistic conception of the song.

It's actually an original song, and the song title is "Frog's Fantasy".

"I need a warm place

I'm going to put a wooden bed too

Fantasy on that white wall

Oh yes

Dim lights and beer

And all I loved

It's different from other places

Oh yes

Confusion flickered in the candlelight

Everything in front of me is no longer pretty

Tears were flowing quietly

Oh yes......"

A picture began to rise in everyone's minds, a simple young man in a small room, holding a guitar, playing and singing to himself, entertaining himself, both music and beer, his singing voice was free and easy, melancholy, happy, and sad.

He wants to go out of this small room and go to a bigger stage, so that the music works he loves can be accepted and loved by more people, resonate with everyone, move together, and find strength in music.

But he loves his own one-third of an acre, advocating this simple and simple life, and does not want to fall into the meaningless struggle for fame and fortune, money and power, and does not want to become impetuous, or even lose himself because of those excessive pursuits, so that even if the original works are fresh, they will die under this exaggerated atmosphere.

He was afraid that he would lose that youthful and vivid sensibility. This kind of thing is subtle and untouchable, but it is his life and the source of his creation.

So, he was trapped in this room.

He suffers from it, struggles with it, and feels warm about it. Contradictory and happy.