Entertainment, the music scene is wonderful because of me

Rongcheng.

In an apartment, a handsome young man held his mobile phone and kept laughing, seemingly happy and excited.

Suddenly, there was a labor pain in his abdomen, and he squatted on the ground holding his stomach, with a painful expression on his face, but the happy look in his eyes could not be hidden.

The abdominal cramps caused by laughter come and go quickly.

He didn't stand up, he sat down on the ground very simply, raised his phone, and reconfirmed the information on it.

Notice:

The company will terminate all contracts with Mr. Zhuang Jie from now on!

This is a very simple notice of termination without too much elaboration, and few people have read it.

This is sad for a normal artist, but it is worth being happy for Zhuang Jie, because it means that he can finally leave the agency that has hidden him for three years.

Three years ago, Zhuang Jie graduated from Rongcheng Normal Conservatory of Music.

The first choice of music or art students after graduation is basically to enter the entertainment industry, and Zhuang Jie is no exception.

He was born with a good voice, and his grades in school were also among the best, with the idea of entering the entertainment industry to show his strength, Zhuang Jie joined a brokerage company called Dingsheng Entertainment.

The company also promised to release records and make albums for him.

I thought that I would be able to live the life I wanted from now on, become a singer, stand on the stage and sing to my heart's content

, but I didn't expect that just because I hindered the company's leaders from wanting the unspoken rules and the idea of the girls who joined at the same time at the company party, I was directly hidden, and everything I had negotiated before dissipated like a bubble.

He also thought about terminating the contract early, but the family couldn't afford the more than one million cancellation fees.

At that time, there were no works, no fans, not many people knew about him, and there was no other company to poach him.

After being hidden in the snow, I was depressed every day, my heart stasis piled up, and I died in less than a year.

The body is still the same body, but the soul has long been replaced.

Now this Zhuang Jie, who laughed happily because of the termination of the contract, is from the earth.

All the experiences of the two are actually almost the same, and now Zhuang Jie is also hidden in the snow on the earth, but because the branch broke directly when he went up the tree to dig the bird's nest, he fell down.

Eventually, the soul came into this world and took over the body.

"It's been two years, it's been two years, the devil knows how I've been here for the past two years, hahahahaha!" After

laughing enough, he got up from the ground, patted the dust on his buttocks, walked to the window and looked at the tall buildings illuminated by various lights, and his eyes burst out with a strange look.

Soon after taking over this body, he figured out that this was a world with a high degree of resemblance to the earth, but in terms of music, the works on the earth could not be heard here at all, and there was not even a hair.

On Earth, he needs to struggle for more than ten years to get a life, and here he may only need a song to start a new life.

It's a pity that the singer who is hidden in the snow in this world is equivalent to having his throat cut and can't engage in music-related careers, otherwise he would have become an Internet singer a long time ago and become popular.

But it's not too late.

"Let me get back what we've lost. He said to his own reflection in the glass window.

Finally waited for the day of termination, and while I was happy in my heart, of course, I had to get a good time.

He picked up his phone and called the friends he had made since he came into the world.

"Qiangzi, there is still a place, leave me a seat for a while. A

hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone: "You just have to come, I will be a stool for you if there is no place."

"Then you'll have to wash your ass and wait for me." Hanging

up the phone, Zhuang Jie didn't bother to change his clothes and shoes, and went out with slippers.

Anyway, I don't have to care about the image, even if I throw it on the street, my appearance will attract attention, and as for the identity, no one knows it at all.

......

Another tavern.

On stage, the singer sang affectionately.

Customers who have been working for a day in the audience have an appointment with three or two friends to drink, chat and listen to songs.

The ambiance was lovely.

When Zhuang Jie arrived, it was already full of people, after all, this time was the best time for business.

His friend is the manager of this tavern named Ma Qiang.

Tall and thin, with long hair tied in a ponytail, he looks quite like a literary man.

Pouring the mixed wine into the glass, putting a slice of lemon to garnish, he gently pushed the wine glass to Zhuang Jie and asked: "Why did you suddenly remember me today, I was very happy to hear your voice on the phone, what is the happy event?"

As soon as he thought of the termination of the contract, Zhuang Jie showed a smile on his face, and then told Ma Qiang about the final termination of the contract.

Ma Qiang also knew his situation, and he was really happy for him at the moment, he brought himself another cup, poured a glass of wine and said: "This thing is worth drinking, come and do it!"

The wine glasses collided and made a crisp sound.

When the crisp liquor enters the throat, every cell of the body seems to be opened.

When Ma Qiang was about to refill another glass, a waiter came over and whispered in Ma Qiang's ear: "Manager, Ouyang just called and said that he couldn't catch up." "

Can't catch up?" Ma Qiang glanced at the singer who was about to finish singing on the stage and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Seeing his good friend's embarrassed face, Zhuang Jie took the initiative to ask.

Ma Qiang told him about the fact that the next singer could not come, Ouyang is a sign in the store, and many customers come here not only to drink, but also to listen to him sing.

Not only that, but if no one sings, the tavern will be quiet and there will be no atmosphere, and many people will leave.

"Why don't I go up and try it?"

Zhuang Jie stared at the stage and said this, he hadn't sung for a long time, and now that he was unrestrained, he could show his singing voice in public.

Ma Qiang also heard Zhuang Jie sing in private, although he didn't know much about music, but he also thought it was good, and after thinking about it, he thought it was okay and smiled: "Then please leave it to you."

After the singer on the stage finished singing the last song, Ma Qiang took Zhuang Jie up and borrowed a guitar from the band to Zhuang Jie.

Most of the customers in the tavern are old customers, who have more or less been in contact with Zhuang Jie, and they also know that he is a singer, so everyone accepted it after a brief explanation.

So there is no plot in the plot of the novel where the protagonist comes on stage, and the audience does not pay for the crazy ridicule and then gets slapped in the face by a song.

Instead, most of the customers gave applause and encouragement, and some even laughed and said that they could finally listen to him sing in public.

Zhuang Jie smiled and faced the encouragement from the audience, bowed slightly, sat on the stool with the guitar, and adjusted the microphone and plucked his fingers on the guitar strings.

One by one, the notes jumped out, the rhythm was light and soft like the breeze of a summer night to soothe people's hearts, Zhuang Jie gradually entered the state of singing, his eyes closed, his true feelings were revealed, and the lyrics were sung from his mouth.

[What makes me cry] [Not only last night's wine

] [What makes me reluctant to give up] [More than your tenderness

] [How long will I have to go

on the rest of the road] [You hold my hand

] [What makes me

feel embarrassed is the freedom of struggle

] [

......].

In just a few words, Zhuang Jie's singing attracted everyone, people stopped talking, the tavern gradually quieted down, and everyone's eyes turned to the young man sitting alone playing the guitar and singing on the stage under the warm yellow light.

"He sings very well, why was he terminated and hidden?"

Ma Qiang looked at the reactions of the customers in the store, and then looked at Zhuang Jie, and his heart was settled.

"It's worthy of a professional background, this singing is really good. He returned to the bar and sat down, quietly listening to Zhuang Jie's singing.

Zhuang Jie's singing voice is like a paintbrush, presenting the picture depicted by the lyrics in the minds of the audience one by one, and passing it into the chorus part layer by layer.