Orange and black printed short sleeves, versatile slacks, Converse canvas shoes, and a low ponytail tied up haphazardly, the youthful Avril followed Jerry into 313 Powell Avenue together.

CBGB's mall stage is located on the first floor, of course, it is mainly located on the ground floor of No. 313 and No. 314, No. 315 is the passage connecting the original CBGB to the underground stage, Nos. 316 and 317 and the second-floor space that has been opened, which is the territory of record enthusiasts, where there are gathered audiophiles that make rock fans crazy. At CBGB's record hypermarket, you can buy almost all the rock albums you want. A large open space has been cleared in front of the mall stage at 313 and 314, flanked by seats and bars.

Like the CBGB Band Stage, the mall stage is mainly performed in the evening, and most of the day is auditions for cover singers. During this time, one after another, people who want to get a singing stage line up, hand over the backing vocals in their hands to the staff of the mall, and then stand on the stage to perform, and then, listen to the opinions of the professionals. If you're recognized by the professionals, great, you'll be placed on the show list for as long as you want to get a spot on CBGB's mall stage. Until you get tired of this kind of performance, or you keep improving in this kind of performance, and finally, you are photographed by a record producer of a certain company, take a record contract, and leave happily.

Yes, it's just a stage where you can be honed, you'll face countless audiences, you'll be spurned or praised by professional producers, and you'll not get any material reward.

If you're good enough, but you haven't been able to get any labels, including CBGB, you might as well be a resident on the mall stage. The premise is that you are good enough.

That's it!

It's a cover singer's paradise and a place where all music has a second life.

People with rock 'n' roll and subversive forces are constantly pouring in, either blasphemy, or subverting the classics, or making remixes that they think are infinitely creative, hey~ you can do anything to any song on the CBGB mall stage.

As long as you're good enough.

Yes, as long as you're good enough.

The arrangement, although compared to the composition, is 108,000 miles behind. But no one underestimates the role of a good arrangement.

Because it was Sunday, when Avril and Jerry walked into 313 together, it was already packed with artists from all over the country.

Everyone is confidently preparing for themselves.

Some came alone, some in groups, some with backing singers, some with family, and some brought their own instruments like Avril.

Looking at the dense crowd of artists gathered here, Jerry was eager to call Ryan Seacrest of American Idol. He wanted to ask if all the American Idol contestants had fled Las Vegas.

How can there be so many people?

Could it be that these artists have regarded CBGB's mall stage as a qualifier for American idols?

If yes, then really......

Jerry didn't know what to say.

Although Hall 313 is quite well furnished. It's a bar, it's a seat, it's a live singing, but when No. 313 is squeezed into such a large crowd. The wait becomes very uncomfortable.

Especially when one artist walks on stage after another, and then one after another is brushed down, the artists who come with an optimistic spirit. I was also affected by the review of this red fruit.

"Your voice is incredible, unbelievably terrifying~"

"Honey, singing is your dream? Oh~It's a nightmare~"

"You think he's good? Oh ~ really? Do you think he's good? I now know why Universal had to act as an agent for Telarc. ”

"Can anyone tell me whose cat jumped from the Empire State Building just now~"

"Oh~ Thank you, I finally know that there is such a novel way of torture in this world~"

"You killed my favorite song~"

"John, bring me the headache tablets I bought in the morning."

……

Unfortunately, the guest lead of today's mall stage is none other than Simon Cowell, the venomous judge of American Idol.

No wonder when he was just outside, he saw a group of people holding his sign.

Avril, who was standing next to Jerry and had been watching the performance, was gradually affected by this sharp and mean comment, and the more time passed, the more uneasy the little guy became.

"Mouse, are we really going to go on stage?"

"Of course, isn't that what you're here for?"

"I didn't expect it to be so scary."

"Mr. Cowell is telling the truth, and if it were me, it might be even more ugly. I'll just say that you're singing super invincible garbage, and trust me, I'll say that. ”

Avril looked at the stage suspiciously, and another artist was driven crazy by Simon's poisonous tongue.

The security guard directly dragged the crazy artist off the stage.

"Hey ~ Ravi, we're J&A, you should at least have some confidence in me." Looking at Avril Lavigne, who was a little uneasy, Jerry smiled and rubbed her head, diverting her attention, "You just have to do what you should do, Mr. Gilmour didn't say, oh~ Ravi, if you don't get affirmation on the CBGB mall stage, you will be fined for not touching the guitar for a month, and you will be fined for only practicing the piano for a month!" ”

Jerry pressed his throat and learned Don Gilmour's tone.

"Not Mr. Gilmour."

"Look~ Mr. Gilmour didn't give you hard indicators, so what are you afraid of. Are you still afraid of that guy and see Simon's hair? You could well assume that he had just been crushed over the head by a skateboard! ”

Avril looked at Simon Cowell, who was biting the barrel of the pen and was so tortured by the artists that she rolled her eyes, that she couldn't help but laugh out loud at his weird bricks. A head crushed by a skateboard! The rat really figured it out.

"There's nothing scary about that guy for a skateboarder." Jerry smiled and continued, "That song "Natalie", you are not familiar with the lyrics, just grab the lyrics book and sing it after a while, don't care what that guy says. ”

"Is that okay?"

"When Petty Smith first appeared on stage, she also grabbed the lyrics she wrote, which was regarded as a tribute to Petty Smith, the rock predecessor of CBGB. Isn't it the spirit of rock 'n' roll to do what you want to do and express what you want to express? Nothing is dogmatic! That guy is just an ornament. ”

Avril's eyes lit up. (To be continued......)