"Oh, yes."

Zhou Hao walked to the door of the office and came back, "Are you free tomorrow?" ”

Jiang Yang: "Overtime? There are no doors. ”

Zhou Hao made Jiang Yang die, he would not give Jiang Yang a penny of overtime pay, "Tomorrow I will play football in foreign trade, and by the way, I will match with customers, let's earn an intermediary fee from the middle, will you go?" ”

"Playing football, that's fine."

Zhou Hao looked Jiang Yang up and down, "You play football, you're very good?" ”

Jiang Yang thinks it's okay, his ball skills are not good, but he runs fast.

"That's it."

Zhou Hao asked Jiang Yang to be clever tomorrow, and the focus they will be with tomorrow is the producer of the Kyoto TV variety show "My Dad", "This master is not familiar with me, he likes to play football, we have to make him happy." ”

This is happy, and business is easy to talk about.

Jiang Yang asked, "What about the customer?" ”

Zhou Hao said that it is a preschool ballet early education institution.

The variety show "My Dad" is a parent-child interactive variety show launched by other TV stations. The ballet training institution's clients wanted the "My Daddy" variety show to come to their agency to shoot an episode.

Jiang Yang felt that this customer was quite business-minded.

After Zhou Hao left, it was time for lunch, Jiang Yang wandered around to the Koi Studio, the company was missing a lot of people, Li Qingning said that they went to the music festival, "Anyuan, they want to go on stage and sing your "Young for You". ”

"Huh?"

Jiang Yang couldn't imagine that they sang this song, he knew that this song, Gala's brainwashing divine comedy, in loose English, was very hilarious. I don't know if An Yuan can sing the charm of this song. He really wanted to check it out.

However, thinking that Li Qingning was not suitable to squeeze under the stage, he still gave up.

Li Qingning himself didn't really want to go.

She sang on stage a few times before, but it was still the finale, the mountains roared and the tsunami, and tens of thousands of people sang along, but now the audience is not used to it.

"Whew."

An Yuan stood behind the stage.

The band used to have four or five songs left, but now there are only three left, and the short time on stage has moved forward.

It's late spring, and it's neither hot nor cold.

But at three o'clock in the afternoon, it still makes people feel a little bad and want to sleep, and they can't get up at all.

Music festival, no hi, no singing, no dancing, it's a ghost festival.

An Yuan looked at the brothers in front of him singing and dancing on the stage, and there were few people shaking their hands below to respond, so he felt sorry for the group of brothers in front of him.

"Good!"

Finally, at the end, the audience still gave them enthusiastic cheers. I don't know if I'm thanking them for singing, or if I'm cheering that they're finally going down.

The brothers in front of them withdrew, and An Yuan walked up and high-fived them.

An Yuan exhaled a breath of turbidity, and tuned the instrument with his brothers, he stood in front of the microphone, looking at the audience below, under the watchful eyes, he felt that the blood was surging all over his body, he liked this feeling, this is what it feels like to be on stage.

"I hope you never miss it!"

He yelled, and the name of their first song, "Miss," appeared on the screen in the back, "...... I missed it again and again in my dreams, and I blamed it on the moment when my biological clock rang, it would be a little bit worse, not too early or too late......"

There are some fans in the audience.

Some of these old fans have chased after them at their band's livehouse, heard the song, and are singing along.

There are also Zhu Li, Sister Chen and others from the company, as well as some of their own passers-by. They were cheering for Anyuan, shouting, stretching out a gesture of love, swinging up and down with the beat, with a little enthusiasm for the scene.

A song.

An Yuan took a sip of water and continued to sing the next song, hoping that this song would get better feedback. This song is a song written by An Yuanxin, and several of their bands like it very much, and the name of this song is "Mirror".

After a period of dazzling guitar SOLO, An Yuan started singing.

There are subtitles on the big screen, and when the atmosphere is high, the audience will sing along and sway together, but the emotions mobilized by the guitar solo will soon be lowered again. Li Qingning once said that the song "Mirror" is a good song, but it is too bold, too avant-garde, and too complicated, and people will not like it now.

After singing a song, the scene was a little cold.

"Whew!"

However, there are still followers.

There are also some veteran passers-by fans.

Some people may not know the band behind them when they listen to songs and chase stars, but these veteran passers-by have a lot of knowledge about the band behind the singer. Although the Great Demon King has just made a comeback and has not performed live, some people still know that An Yuan is the Great Demon King's royal band, and this band must have a few brushes, even if they can't understand it, they don't hesitate to applaud.

An Yuan pursed his lips and nodded to the brothers in the back, "The last song "Young for You"!" ”

Music plays.

An Yuan let go.

He was a big fat man jumping up on the stage, and the brothers behind him were also jumping together.

The audience looked at him, I don't know why, listening to the cheerful prelude of this song in British style, they really had the urge to sway along with the big fat man, and then An Yuan picked up the microphone and sang the first sentence that made them confused.

"Sunday's coming i want to drive my car,to your apartment with a present like a star......"

The audience was incredible, and some even had big mouths.

They looked at the subtitles on the big screen behind An Yuan, it was indeed English subtitles, and they translated it very thoughtfully, but it sounded in English, how could it feel that London was not far from Kyoto, and it was in the same place as the grilled chicken, and California was also making steel in the north. But don't say it, this song is sung lightly and happily, unrestrained, especially with this authentic suburban London accent, which makes people's whole body cells jump up.

Especially the lead singer in the back followed by a broken sound-

It's the same as a donkey.

Let them think that the fucking lead singer is too self-indulgent, singing nonsense, but it's just hi. Forget it, whatever, this kind of wanton trampling on English pronunciation, how to love it, and letting the standard London accent roll aside is really too feeling.

"CNM, Lao Tzu suddenly has confidence in his spoken language, this can be sung by the, what can't I say, can I still become a pig hum when I say it?" A shy boy who spoke English jumped up and shook it, eager to go back and tear up the fourth or sixth grade certificate.

More and more people joined in the swing, and even some people sang along with the music behind, anyway, it was not standard, and even the lead singer broke the sound, because the jumping treble could not go up, just like the car accident scene, the people below were even more unrestrained, and they swayed together with the rhythm.

For a while, the audience was molded from sleep, and the whole festival became lively.

“…… Together we'll run wild by a summer symphony, this is what we enjoyed not a fantasy. ”

An Yuan sang, and the audience was still unsatisfied.

After the tsunami-like cheers, they shouted for An Yuan and them to sing again, they are not unrestrained, free and hi enough. It is impossible to return to the festival, and it is very disrespectful to the band behind the festival, An Yuan thanked him with both hands and took his brothers off the stage.