Among this group of students, the real artistic talent may be Isaac, who is good at bass bass and six-stringed piano, has a clear voice, and has an extraordinary handsome appearance, which is the main confidence of Duchamp who dares to propose the formation of a professional band.

In addition, in addition to Lilmuel, Isaac was the second classmate to be deeply poisoned by Duchamp, and it is said that he decided not to go to the army before Lilmu, not because of the food, but because the uniforms of the civilian officers of the army were not good-looking.

Students from the Department of Guidance enter the army, mainly engaged in technical work, and perhaps only a martial artist like Fang can become a military attaché.

Isaac was a man of great grace, who was very popular on the student radio station and in the music club, and he was the eldest son of the family, who was going to be knighted in the future, so unlike Learmour, he was always worried about his future, and he didn't care if he wanted to run to the army to seek a future.

At this time, he jumped on the stage with confidence and sang "Yesterday", there were girls from the Conservatory of Music in the audience, and there seemed to be a lot of knowledgeable people, turning to look at this newly appeared handsome guy, and it seemed that there were many autumn waves sent to the stage without hesitation.

"The sound is too clear, or the folk guitar is more suitable for Isaac." Duchamp made a judgment in his heart.

After singing the song, there was warm applause in the bar, and the girls who had been chatting with Lemmon just now did not hesitate to kiss.

"The atmosphere of the imperial capital is really open!" The other boys cheered hard for their brothers, and at the same time, they were secretly happy in their hearts.

With a finish, Isaac triumphantly walked back to the middle of the crowd and made a gesture of invitation towards Olivier.

"Soon your face will be printed on the soles of Ogua shoes!" Duchamp sighed inwardly as he shoved the cocktail towards Isaac.

Sure enough, Olivier was using his own lute, and as soon as he plucked it, Isaac knew he had a fierce opponent.

Although he still looked half-drunk in the audience, after stepping onto the stage, Olivier's spirit and aura immediately changed, and he concentrated on putting his mental energy into the lute in his hand, and a long series of aria notes floated out of his fingers.

What's even more blood-vomiting is that what he played was the starting tune of "The Last Rose in Summer".

"This is **naked plagiarism!" Isaac vomited blood.

"It's only been a few times since he's listened to it, and he's been able to memorize and play it, it's a genius." Duchamp exclaimed.

"At this point, he's really impeccable." Lealmuel said.

"The last rose of summer is still quietly blooming alone." Olivier's voice began to waft through the bar.

"It's been combined with the characteristics of the solo to make such a big change in the rhythm!"

The members of the band Swords and Roses couldn't be more familiar with the song, and naturally heard the lyrical effect of Olivier's arrangement on the song.

"It seems that someone's words about a natural singer temperament and a sentimental virgin heart and real resonance are not exactly narcissistic empty words!" Duchamp lamented.

The rest of the sounds and music in the bar had completely stopped, except for Olivier's voice and the notes of the lute wafting. He randomly lengthened the passage notes and added many fancy notes of arias, making the lyrics more bleak and emotional, and quietly showing off his perfect playing skills. "I don't want to see you continue to be miserable, left alone on the branches; Since your lovely companions are asleep, why don't you go with them? Olivier's singing in the second half actually adds the flavor of a low aria, and uses one person's singing to make up for the shortcomings of no harmonic rendering.

A few little girls with artistic temperament in the audience were almost in tears.

"Tsk, I'm really born to eat this bowl of rice, it's a waste of talent not to seriously expand the pop music scene and entertainment industry, but to play politics." Duchamp made a conclusion.

He turned his head and said to Lilmu, "It is better to be famous than to meet, his talent in music is even more amazing than the legend, it seems that the thing we said can really be carried out." ”

Lilmu nodded. If it was just a joke when he was in Lu Lei, now he has the best faith in believing that it can be done.

After singing a song, the aftermath lingered, and the idiot girl in the audience did not let out all kinds of screams and autumn waves until it was determined that the last note had ended.

After greeting his female fans one by one, Olivier happily sat down at the bar, snapped his fingers, and said, "Another glass of 'flame'." ”

After finishing the wine, he turned around and raised his chin and said, "How is it?" What else is there to say now? From now on, this song will be mine. ”

Duchamp shrugged, it seemed that if he did not seriously suppress him, no one would be able to restrain him in the future.

He also snapped his fingers and said loudly: "I am indeed very talented in playing and singing." However, it's a little worse than me. ”

Olivier was surprised and asked, "How so?" ”

Duchamp triumphantly threw out the trick he had already thought of: "Being able to sing and play, of course, is amazing, but what is the soul of an independent band?" It is to have its own unique style and original ability. ”

He raised his wrist and showed the time of his watch to everyone: "It's a little past 10 o'clock in the evening, and it's still some time before midnight, so all the members of our band will use this time to write a song to decide the outcome of the day." Let's start with it, in order to show fairness, so as not to use the old works indiscriminately, the songs written today must coincide with today's time, place and people. ”

As soon as Duchamp announced the rules, Olivier and the members of the band of Swords and Roses immediately looked at each other.

"Styry is going to make a big deal about this kid." Fang Belly guessed darkly.

"Well, it sounds like fun, and I love the challenge of making songs that match the surroundings and time in two hours! Bartender, get pen and paper, I'm sure I'll have a masterpiece soon. Olivier shouted with gusto.

Duchamp said with a smile: "My instrument has been left at the hotel, I have to go back to get it, and by the way, I can also think of a piece of music on the way, and if anyone needs to bring a musical instrument from the hotel, please tell me, and I will help him bring it over." ”

Lilmu said with a smile on his face: "I just have a new hymn today, which will be used as the lyrics, and there happens to be a piano here, so I don't need to bring an instrument." Bartender, hurry up and get a pen and paper! ”

Isaac is unremarkable: "There happens to be a lot of new inspiration today, and now is the time for a good work, bartender, and a pen and paper." ”