Chapter 474: Music Festival (2)

In Europe, the aristocratic gentlemen liked drama and opera more than pop songs, and they thought that drama and opera were much more elegant than those popular songs that the public was familiar with, so there were many opera houses in various European countries. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

That's why every important occasion is held at the Opera House, the World Cup theme song at the Paris Opera in France, and the 30th anniversary of Porter John in London, England.

The Royal Opera House in London is one of the UK's premier theatre and theatre venues, with many famous bands and singers performing here every year. At the same time, it is also one of the four major opera houses in the world, the other three are La Scala Opera in Italy, Vienna State Opera, and Metropolitan Opera in the United States.

Wang Cong and Li Lingwei arrived here half an hour in advance, the gate was very strictly secure, Wang Cong took out the invitation card handed to him by Sam, and entered it very smoothly with Li Lingwei.

Entering the inside, there was a red carpet laid directly to the door of the opera house, and there were three or four people walking inside not far before Wang Cong, and there were many media on both sides of the red carpet who kept taking pictures and videos.

Wang Cong and Li Lingwei knew that this was in a foreign country, not in China, so the two of them didn't pose to the surrounding fans, or media reporters, and walked forward directly.

However, what Wang Cong didn't expect was that even the media in China followed this music event, when Wang Cong and Li Lingwei walked forward while talking and laughing, those foreign media were a little blindsided, and those who entered before were the backbone of the European and American pop music scene, and even the world's top creative master also had one.

But looking at these two Asians, who were obviously oriental faces, they didn't recognize each other for a while, and they all looked at each other a little, and at this time, suddenly a voice sounded.

"Wang Cong, Li Lingwei look here!"

This voice was very loud, and the rest of the media reporters at the scene were a little unhappy, but as the name Wang Cong was called, those European reporters suddenly remembered.

"Hey, Brooke, how is that name so familiar?" asked a British reporter.

"yes, I sound familiar to me, as if I've heard it somewhere. The guy next to him, Brooke, said.

"God, I remember, isn't this guy with an oriental face the singer of the theme song of the World Cup in France?"

"That's right, it's him, it must be him, that's right, damn it, you don't hurry up and take pictures. ”

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Wang Cong looked in the direction of shouting his name loudly, and sure enough, he saw the CCTV logo, and their TV channel should be the staff of the music channel, Wang Cong and Li Lingwei saw that they met their fellow villagers in another country, and they couldn't help but feel a little close, so the two held hands and got closer.

However, what Wang Cong didn't expect was that just as they were close to the CCTV music channel, the surrounding media also rushed over, and there were some things separating them, Li Lingwei has long been accustomed to this situation in China, and Wang Cong has also gone through countless tempering, and it is even more light and light, chic and natural.

The two cooperated with the media, posed a few poses, and saw that it had been a little long, so they slowly walked inside.

Entering the opera house, Wang Cong saw Sam, David and others at a glance, at this moment they were standing very humbly in front of a middle-aged man, looking like listening to the teachings, from the attitude of Sam and others, Wang Cong could judge that the middle-aged man in front of them must be a very bullish character.

Just when Wang Cong was thinking about whether to step forward to say hello, a voice sounded beside him.

"Hi Satoshi, what a surprise, I didn't expect to see you here. ”

Wang Cong turned his head to look over and found that there were two people standing in front of him, who he also met when he was in Paris, the one who spoke was Mamsting, and the one standing next to him was of course De Foster.

The last time Wang Cong saw the two of them, it was also this picture of Meng not being out of focus, and being in a state of not being away from Meng, Wang Cong even thought about it psychologically, whether the two of them would be that relationship.

"Hi Mumsteen and De Foster, it's a pleasure to see you all again. Wang Cong responded enthusiastically.

Although Di Foster didn't say much, his eyes when he looked at Wang Cong were much better than the last time he was in Paris, and he didn't have the feeling that there was no one in his eyes.

Mamsteen seemed very talkative, and after Wang Cong introduced Li Lingwei's identity, he asked directly: "Oh my God, King Mister, are you here for the best commemorative song at the end?"

Wang Cong shook his head and said honestly: "Hey, you guessed this wrong, I didn't know there was this music event before I came to London, I met Sam at the entrance of the hospital......"

Wang Cong told the two about meeting Sam, Mamsteen is not only very talented in music, but also understands Sam's intentions after a little thought about Sam's approach.

Mamsteen said: "King Mister, I think you are a little dangerous even if you are prepared this time, this time there are many world's top creative masters, among which the two masters of our country are about to arrive, and the one in front of Sam, he is called Field, he is definitely the top creative master in Europe, and he is as famous as Philip......"

After talking with Mumsting, Wang Cong and Li Lingwei also understood a little, although the two of them have some achievements in music, but Wang Cong basically doesn't know any of those singers abroad, let alone the creators, Li Lingwei is slightly better than Wang Cong, and those big-name singers abroad still know each other, but when it comes to creators, she doesn't know much about them.

Now listening to what Mumsteen said, I immediately understand that in the creation of pop music in Europe and the United States, there are four masters at the top of the pyramid, namely Philip and Field in Europe and Paul and Nat in the United States.

These four are recognized as the world's most recognized masters of pop music creation, and Mamsting's story is like a treasure, telling that this master has helped those singers create those classic works, Wang Cong is very indifferent, but Li Lingwei was very surprised, with the introduction of Mamsting, she was also shocked from beginning to end.

At this time, the time was almost about to start, and Wang Cong said to Mumsteen and DeFoster that they should go to find seats first, and then they looked for their seats separately.

To find a seat, you have to pass through Sam's side, so when Wang Cong passed, Sam also saw him, after seeing Wang Cong, Sam was very enthusiastic, and said to Field: "Mr. Field, this is the new King Mister I told you to invite to this event." ”

Field glanced at Wang Cong very arrogantly, straightened up his bow tie and said, "King Mister, you are from the Chinese country of the music desert, it's really not easy, it seems that you also have some musical talent, I don't know if you have prepared a commemorative song?"

Seeing Field's arrogant demeanor, Wang Cong's brows tightened, this demeanor made him feel very uncomfortable, but maybe this Field is indeed a little famous, and the people around him saw him talking to Wang Cong, and their eyes were more or less focused on this.

Wang Cong laughed and said, "When Sam told me, there were only two weeks left before this event...... Still, I wrote a song with a participatory mindset. ”

Field smiled more heartily than Wang Cong, and then said: "Two weeks, hahaha, it seems that you are really a genius, do you know how long I have been preparing for this music event? It's eight months, eight months!"

After saying this, Field left here, leaving Wang Cong with a big back of his head, Wang Cong shook his head speechlessly, he was really an arrogant guy.