"Mr. Yan, I'll be on your stage soon, here is the backstage director group, and finally confirm with you the status of the ear monitor and wireless microphone, please reply when you receive it... Teacher Yan? Teacher Yan Qing! ”

Yan Qing was awakened by the urging sound in his ears, and he had some difficulty to open his eyes, only to find that he could not see anything.

The noise around him and the darkness in front of him made him wonder if he was having slipped into auditory hallucinations.

「？？？」

Yan Qing instinctively leaned back, his back touched the wall, and after getting a force of feedback, the whole person gradually came back to his senses.

Yan Qing sensed the state of his hands, his elbows had just left the upper end of his knees, and his palms were still covering his forehead, eye sockets, and sides of his nose very hard, blocking all light sources.

"I used to look like I was curled up in the corner of the passage wall with my hands and arms propping my legs and my head covered with my palms."

Yan Qing's heart was racing, and he hurriedly let go of his palm.

"Glaring!"

Squinting his eyes and enduring the dryness, Yan Qing struggled to adjust to the harsh lights in the passage and the feeling of his body slowly returning to conscious control.

This sense of loss of control is fed back into his mind, and Yan Qing sums up his experience like this:

"Intracranial murmurs reverberate, and there is a strong sense of disconnection between consciousness and body."

"Teacher Yan? Teacher Yan Qing? You... Are you okay? After 30 seconds of in-ear monitoring, the guitar microphone and your stool are set up according to the rehearsal plan. ”

A familiar and unfamiliar voice came from the stuck ear in the pinna, and the sound of a stopwatch ticking and counting down interrupted Yan Qing's summary of his experience.

Yan Qing felt that he had gradually adapted to the lumen intensity of the spotlight array in this passage, and slowly stood up from the corner of the wall.

He also found that he was carrying a wooden folk guitar with a pale yellow sheen, and as he got up, the canvas straps were pressed over his shoulders and there was a sense of friction and feedback.

Yan Qing also glanced at what he was wearing: a pair of off-white short Martin shoes, washed white denim trousers, and a pure gray long tee.

It was the clothes that Yan Qing was used to before, and everything seemed to be normal.

"No, the feedback is clear, I'm standing by."

Yan Qing replied in a deep voice.

While replying to the information of the director group through the wireless microphone, Yan Qing had already taken a steady step forward, and his mind was synchronizing:

"This is too true, so whether God thinks I have regrets and didn't finish the finals, and gives me a chance to finish the competition songs I prepared before, or maybe I crossed over.

I remember reading a book when I was bored before, the beginning was a down-and-out third-rate singer inexplicably crossing the other world, and the next second it was the live broadcast of the singer's competition."

"Ok. countdown, Mr. Yan Qing, please walk out of the starlight passage and enter the stage. 5.4…”

Yan Qing held the guitar in his arms and walked to the brightest part of the spotlight channel without hurrying, and there was still more time.

He waited for the countdown to be over, and secretly observed the inside of the stage outside at the entrance of the passageway.

A few spotlight spots could be seen moving slowly and aimlessly, tacitly avoiding a wooden barstool and acoustic guitar pickup stand.

The layout of this stage is familiar and unfamiliar, and it is inexplicably in tune with the sense of intracranial distortion, and Yan Qing faintly has a feeling that he is about to get high.

With this sense of distortion, Yan Qing's mind was still roaring and echoing, sober and intense:

"After all, I'm dead, so it's normal for my body to feel this kind of distortion.

No matter what, every second of extra life is earned, and the performance is completed first.

Well, what I've been preparing for before is to play and sing by myself, and I got this opportunity to complete the performance, so I have to cherish it and finish singing this song before thinking about anything else."

The countdown to the ear monitor ended, and the sound in the stage roared:

"Next, Yan Qing is invited to perform on stage."

After all, Yan Qing has participated in the whole season as a starting singer, and at this moment he has completed his psychological construction.

Yan Qing soothed his mind and calmly walked to his own competition area, sat quietly on the wooden barstool, and looked down to chase the spotlight scattered under his feet from around the stage to him.

After the lights came together and illuminated Yan Qing as the only focal point on the stage, Yan Qing, who had skillfully adjusted the angle of the guitar microphone, naturally mobilized the muscle strength of his face, and raised his head to convey a gentle and confident smile to the darkness in front of the stage.

Yan Qing's breathing was smooth, and a string of thoughts flashed through his mind.

"The whole studio is dark and quiet, there is no teleprompter, no fluorescent support signs, and no dazzling mobile phone flash laser pointers, it is still the familiar stage of "Singer", as professional as ever.

It's good, it's familiar, it's still like this, the stage is completely in the hands of the singer himself."

Yan Qing smiled, plucked the strings of the guitar in his hand, and began to play the song he had been preparing for the first round of the finals for several weeks.

What he prepared was a ballet ballad "Liqiu" sung by the late singer Yunzi and lyrics and music composed by the short and tight teacher.

The original tune of the guitar F, Yan Qing has made some changes here, using a capo clip, clipping the sixth fret, and playing it with C key fingering, the tune is more appropriate and suitable for Yan Qing's own vocal characteristics.

The light and playful acoustic guitar prelude is like autumn sunshine in the studio through the top audio equipment of "Singer 2020", and Yan Qing's mellow and soft voice follows steadily:

…………

"You sit in your chair and look at the light flowing through the window

You reach out and touch the hope written on the paper

You say that the flowers bloom and fall, like a window

But the window opens and closes, like love

You hold a flower and wait for someone to take you on a wandering

You want to sleep like a beautiful fairy tale in the distance

The book closed and opened, and the dream fell

The two of us joined together and split like a pair of oars

There must always be some drifting with the wind and some falling asleep

Some stay in the heart for a long time

So sometimes crazy, sometimes confused, sometimes singing"

~Interlude~

…………

The stage and studio were still dark, and Yan Qing became more and more confident.

"My own free throw seems to have been successful, and even by my own discerning standards, it is a perfect scene!

Can it impress the 500 professional judges from all over the country?

At least this paragraph touched me, so I don't want to think about it so much, and continue to sing the second paragraph well."

…………

"You sit in your chair and look at the light flowing through the window

You reach out and touch the hope written on the paper

You say that the flowers bloom and fall, like a window

But the window opens and closes, like love

You hold a flower and wait for someone to take you on a wandering

You want to sleep like a beautiful fairy tale in the distance

The book closed and opened, and the dream fell

The two of us joined together and split like a pair of oars

There must always be some drifting with the wind and some falling asleep

Some stay in the heart for a long time

So sometimes crazy, sometimes confused, sometimes singing"

~Interlude~

…………

"There is only the last refrain left, and after the subtle transformation of "Singer" to the audience in the past few years, the competition style has long been out of fashion.

Now it is recognized that the best performance effect is that the singer conveys his most real feelings to the audience through real feelings, shallow singing and singing, which arouses a strong resonance between the audience and the singer.

It's a pity that in the next round, Chen Ruoxin and I didn't have a rehearsal at all, and I didn't know which song I chose in the end, so I could only rely on my previous experience in helping her make her first album, and I played on the spot."

At this time, Yan Qing on the stage was swaying freely, his heart was already galloping, and he was even thinking about the second round of singing later.

…………

"There's always to be a little bit of a drift of the wind, a little bit of a dream

Some stay in the heart for a long time

So sometimes crazy, sometimes confused, sometimes singing

La-la

There must always be some drifting with the wind and some falling asleep

Some stay in the heart for a long time

So sometimes crazy, sometimes confused, sometimes singing

La-la"

…………

Yan Qing finished his singing, and at this time, the spotlights on the stage went out one after another, and then, with the roaring applause and cheers, the lights around the stage were slowly lighting up layer by layer.

And this lit light also lit up the auditorium layer by layer, Yan Qing could see that the corners of some listeners' eyes were slightly moist, while some listeners' eyes were already sparkling with tears.

Singer Yan Qing

Alone

Bow down and thank you

Independent of the stage, his face is breezy and calm.

…………

PS: "Beginning of Autumn"

Original Singer: Yunzi

Lyrics and composition: Gao Xiaosong

Arranger: Pu Shu

Album: 2000 "Spring Equinox, Beginning of Autumn, Winter Solstice"