Superstars of Tomorrow

Fang Zhao didn't come out of the room until dinner time that day.

Nati Woods didn't wait for Fang Zhao to have dinner because he didn't know when Fang Zhao would go out. At this time, he saw Fang Zhao and took the opportunity to introduce his friend's band. He also told them what they wanted, and asked Fang Zhao if he would like to go on stage tonight. Play a section.

Fang Zhao thought for a while, nodded and said, "OK."

The members of Nati Woods' friend's band agreed with Fang Zhao, and expressed their willingness to give up the zero point field and let Fang Zhao take the stage first.

Fang Zhao didn't understand the Saturday program in the space store, so Nati Woods patiently explained it to him.

After all, Fang Zhao's popularity in Yanzhou is there. Nati Woods said that if Fang Zhao is willing to show up, Fang Zhao doesn't have to worry about security. He will send more people over, and he will never let Yuji harass Fang Zhao.

"It's still early from zero point, do you want to practice? Have you decided which song to play?" Nati Woods asked. Most of Fang Zhao's works are not suitable for guitar performance, he thought Fang Zhao would choose other people's works.

"Don't worry." Fang Zhao said, "I made a new song today, and it's just right to play it with the guitar."

Nati Woods was overjoyed when he heard this, "Come on! I'll practice with you! Is the style of this new work different from the previous one? Oh, you don't have a guitar. I'll take you to pick another one. I don't have anything else here. More guitars! Let me know which one you like!"

Several members of the band who were invited to perform, looked at Nati Woods' excited look, and said in a low voice, "Natsu talked a lot today."

"He's in a good mood today."

"I'm in a good mood today. I didn't expect not only to meet Fang Zhao today, but also to hear Fang Zhao's new work!"

"But Fang Zhao is a creative talent. It's hard to say how the live performance is, if you haven't seen it before."

Their band's global reputation is far less than that of Shangzhao, but in space and in the pop music circle in Yanzhou, they still have confidence. Compared to the creation and the depth of the work, they can't compare, but they are not afraid of the stage performance in the space, and they give up the whole point of the zero point to Fang Zhao. Second, they also want to feel Fang Zhao's strength first, so that they can deal with it better. If Fang Zhao's performance is not good, they will make a round and give this new star some face. If Fang Zhao performed well, they would adjust their original plan accordingly, so as not to be suppressed and lose face.

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Every Saturday night from 10:00 to 0:00 is the time for flying in the space. Under the strong drumbeat and the rhythm of flying, the people who come here gradually show their crazy and wanton side.

Human beings in the dark are always prone to passive emotions. During the day, those grievances and sadness, exhaustion and hypocrisy, or those feelings of powerlessness that he thought he had concealed well, all came out from under the perfectly disguised skin.

Of course, there are also people who come here purely to drink, listen to music, chat and brag.

A VIP box.

A network anchor started today's live broadcast. He comes to Space to broadcast live every Saturday, naturally for the zero-point show.

"It's a little noisy in here... Can you hear me clearly?"

The anchor controlled the camera and took pictures of the situation outside the box.

"Sure enough, there are a lot of people here on Saturdays. I don't know who is invited for the midnight session today."

Minors are not allowed to enter here. Even for adult college students, the consumption here is too high for them. Once or twice is fine. If you come every week, you will still have financial pressure. Besides, even if you come in, you can't afford a good seat, not to mention this kind of box, one hour may be their living expenses for a month, such a comparison, watching the live broadcast is still a good deal.

The anchor is different, he has a bit of financial resources, he has reserved a seat every time, and has his own box, which is convenient for live broadcast and easy to interact with the audience. Those who are reluctant to watch the live broadcast only watch his live broadcast every Saturday.

As a well-known music anchor in the live broadcast industry, he uses professional live broadcast equipment. Even if the surrounding environment is noisy, it will not affect the interaction with fans during the live broadcast.

A certain SVIP box.

Seven or eight people gathered here.

"It's not that I'm bragging. I'm here. I've been an old client for more than 20 years. The number of people invited to perform over the years is innumerable. Those who are not famous are fine, but those who are famous, even if they close their eyes, don't say everything. Eight out of ten times I can guess who is performing on the stage! Even wearing a mask can't stop my piercing eyes!"

"Just you? Are you still playing in front of me? You have only listened here for more than 20 years. I have not only listened here for 20 years, I have also watched music variety shows for 40 years! New and old singers play Home and so on, I know everyone who is a bit famous!"

"boast!"

"If you don't believe me, let's compare!"

"Compare! Let's see who can guess it first! If you lose, you can lend me your new flying machine for three months."

"Oh, I'm afraid of you? If you lose, I don't want your aircraft. You can lend me Chashahai's private cruise ship for three months."

"OK!"

"Hey Ron, would you like to join?"

The people in the box looked at the one who was smoking on the sofa.

Ron Zucker, who is the same age as Nati Woods, is an old customer of Space and an old classmate of Nati Woods. He has a good family background and has been exposed to various musical instruments since he was a child. Accidentally injured my hand, I don't play the guitar very much, but I like to come to Nati Woods' store to listen to music. In other respects, Ron may have mediocre talent, but when it comes to hearing and distinguishing sounds, he is really not afraid of anyone. His ears were stamped "Golden Ears" by the Yanzhou Music Artists Association!

Whoever sings falsely corrects the tone, and he can hear it as soon as he hears it. In addition, he has also done in-depth research on the styles of various music artists. Most of the time, he can match the works to the correct person. There was once a singer who asked someone to write for him, but said that he created it himself and fired him. In the end, it was said mercilessly by Ron Zucker on the social platform. This matter had been going on for a long time.

Hearing his friend call him, Ron Zucker waved his hands disinterestedly, "Play by yourself, I don't bully people."

"Hey, yes, this is really not a challenge for you." One said.

"Ron has golden ears certified by the Sustenance Society! It's really not difficult for him."

"Speaking of ears, I think of Fang Zhao's touted 'God's Ear'. I don't know how it compares to Ron."

The other person also laughed and said, "That's the ear of God. The level is not low. Ron, when will your 'golden ear' be upgraded?"

One is just "gold", but the other is praised as a "god". They don't know if this "god" level has any moisture, but after all, it has been mentioned by various authorities, so they can't say anything. Of course, this does not affect their discussion in private.

Ron raised his eyes, took a puff of cigarette, and snorted.

It's impossible to say that he doesn't care, but Ron's attitude towards Fang Zhao is flat, more because many of Fang Zhao's works are not the type he likes. He didn't deny that Fang Zhao was excellent, but whether he liked it or not, he said that Ron had never been to Fang Zhao's concert and had reservations about everything.

"That kid Fang Zhao has some talent."

Listening to the neutral tone, he knew that Ron didn't like Fang Zhao, and the others stopped mentioning Fang Zhao.

As the time approached zero, the light in the venue changed, and the previously explosive rhythm and drumbeats also faded away. The venue is quiet, everyone knows the rules here.

People who have already been high, although they stopped, the heat in their eyes did not cool down. Instead, as time passed, the anticipation in their eyes became more and more intense.

"It's almost zero!"

"I don't know who is invited today."

"Clear the platform, clear the platform, let's see what will be brought up...Huh? Just a stool?"

On the re-cleaned front stage, the staff brought up a stool with a sense of design, but no matter how good the design sense is, it is still just a stool! Everyone waited to see if there was anything else to be brought up, whether there were percussion instruments, but after waiting for a while, there was still only one stool on the stage.

"The props are a bit monotonous today."

Counting the time, everyone looked at the stage expectantly.

When the time showed zero, a man walked up to the front stage with a guitar.

Look again, there is still one person.

There was a lot of discussion in the venue.

"only one person?"

"Then whoever said that there is inside information, is the band invited tonight? I was still wondering if it was the band I like. I bought two extra hours tonight just to wait for this."

The space is billed by time, and many people have already come, waiting for a few hours just to see who is invited tonight.

"This posture doesn't look like a band. It's a scam! The news is wrong!"

Regardless of whether it was cheated or not, at this time, everyone was also looking at the stage curiously.

The people on the stage were dressed in nondescript casual clothes, with hoods and masks that covered their faces so tightly that they couldn't even see their eyes. The other person can see them through the mask, but they cannot see each other through the mask.

Pairs of eyes off the stage, from the person on the stage's body, posture, skin color, hair, to shoe size and accessories, every detail was overlooked, but they still didn't see any useful information.

"No tattoos, no necklaces, no rings, no earrings, and the shoes are not limited edition. Who is this?"

"Although I don't have enough fashion vision, I can tell that this guy really doesn't have a sense of fashion, and I see that his hair is either too short or he hasn't styled it."

"I can see that her dress is unremarkable, her actions are imposing, and she is probably out of date."

In the eyes of many people, the one who appears on stage now is not individual enough.

Many public figures with sufficient fame and attention on the Internet, especially those in the entertainment circle, have stylish hair when they appear in front of the public, which is also the perception of many outsiders. But now, they scanned back and forth several times with their scanner-like eyesight, but they didn't see any features. If the other party hadn't appeared on the stage, they wouldn't have paid the slightest attention when they were thrown into the crowd.

In the SVIP box, the people who were waiting to guess had no clue at this time.

"I can't see it. I'll analyze his technique and style of music later."

"At first glance, there are no special features, but fortunately, it is still calm, and there is no tension."

The "Golden Ear" Ron Zucker, who was stamped and recognized by the Yanzhou Music Artists Association, also had interest in his eyes at this time.

interesting. Nati Woods gave everyone a difficult problem this time.

With the style of Nati Woods, it is not possible to invite someone who is not well-known and has no real talent. Could it be...a big guy who has been out of the circle for a long time?

Who on earth is it?

Seeing that the people on the stage were about to start, Ron got serious.

Fingerstyle? Not playing and singing?

On the stage, the zero-point performer wearing a mask, the moment he sat down, the aura around him seemed to change suddenly, from an ordinary person to a solid statue, quiet, but extremely powerful, without saying a word Words are just expressing emotions.

In the quiet venue, with a hint of mysterious prelude, it was clearly transmitted to every corner through the top-level audio equipment.

The melody starts with light warm tones, and there are some slight and heavy sighs hidden in it. The heart is floating along with it, and the brain is blank for a moment, and it inadvertently melts into it from an independent bystander.

In the dimness, I seemed to see a tree growing by the lake.

Standing under the tree, bowing your head, from the reflection on the lake, you can see yourself in doubt.

It seems that I forgot something.

Is it a dream? Still ideal?

Too far away and untraceable.

The clock is ticking.

The trees were silent, and leaves fell to the ground one by one, and were picked up by the wind and blown far, far away.

Follow those leaves and go all the way.

Going around and walking. Repeatedly, lost and found.

The sunny sun and the wind, the clouds and the sky. Talk and laugh in the bustling, stay in solitude.

Time and space, distance.

Years, nostalgia.

A leaf drifts to a distant galaxy, and the colorful particles change suddenly.

When I stood still and looked back, I seemed to see again, a long time ago, the big tree by the lake, with its luxuriant branches and leaves, and the people under the tree were full of smiles.

Ron closed his eyes and listened carefully to the strange feeling brought by the rhythm. Obviously I haven't heard it before, but there is always a kind of intimacy, it seems that I can hum along with it in the next second, as if it has already been engraved in the soul. The world is quiet.

The smoke on the finger is obviously still smoking, but it seems to be forgotten at this moment, the air around the body suddenly becomes clear, only the melody is left in the ear.

Fingers without cigarettes tapped the table silently and rhythmically. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Moist eyes.

Simple and rhyme, it is emotional when you listen to it.

Rely on the music, return to the missing, calm the body and mind, and rest in the soul.

The strings seem to have life, and the timing of each note is just right, which makes people think a lot, but it is clear in the end, just like a long time has passed, leaving some clarity and insight.

Words have come out of the heart, but stop at the mouth.

Understand, An Ran.

Ron couldn't remember why he was here, but he was just glad that he could hear such a performance. So touching, simple and pure, like a simple story that seems to have been forgotten for a long time heard when the sky is clear.

This song is not long, less than four minutes, but it gives people a feeling that they have crossed a distant time and space, and they don't even have time to study the other party's playing techniques or analyze the other party's music style, so their thinking is taken away.

At the end of the song, Ron, who was brought back to God by the sudden burst of applause and whistle in the arena, sighed long and hard.

"The world sounds from the outside, but the inner view is at ease, a real work of art!"

After listening in space for so many years, there are very few people who can be praised as "works of art" by Ron Zucker on the spot!

Several other people in the box were also shocked by Ron's evaluation, but at the same time, they were also distressed. They haven't guessed who it is yet!

Look at each other. Oh, everyone is the same!

"Ron, do you know who it is?" someone asked.

Ron remained silent, staring at the people on the stage with burning eyes.

He can't hear it! !

But to be able to perform to such a degree, it must be the other party's own work, and the performance can have such expressiveness, bring such soul shock and resonance, such strong strength, it will never be an unknown person!

Could it be that he is really a big boss who has retired for many years?

Under the eyes of everyone, the people on the stage stood up, bowed to thank everyone, quickly turned their hoods behind them, and took off their masks.

The moment the mask was lifted, the audience went crazy.

The people jumping and screaming and waving towards the stage almost flinched.

"Fang Zhao?"

"Fuck! It's Fang Zhao!!"

"Smack me quickly, am I hallucinating from drinking too much! I actually saw Fang Zhao here!!"

The drunken person on the sofa in the private room opened his eyes vaguely and smacked his lips: "I actually dreamed that someone was calling Fang Zhao."

There was another cry that seemed to lift the ceiling.

There has been a lot of news recently, and with Fang Zhao's previous popularity, most people in the Yanzhou area know Fang Zhao, and unless they are face-blind, they will not mistake that face.

Ron was so startled that he dropped his cigarette, his widened eyes seemed to have lost his view of the world.

Swallowing his saliva, he searched out Fang Zhao's photo in disbelief, and then looked at the person holding the guitar on the stage. He couldn't lie to himself anymore.

It turned out to be Fang Zhao!

Why is it Fang Zhao! !

He has also studied Fang Zhao's works, and there is no such simple lyricism at all! Moreover, this kind of expressive power cannot be achieved without decades of experience!

but! He swears with his golden ears that the performance just now was definitely not fake!

But... why Fang Zhao!

Countless "whys" danced wildly in Ron's mind, and the truth made him bald.

At the same time, Fang Zhao's movements quickly spread through various information channels, and entertainment reporters from all over the city rushed towards the space as if smelling something fishy.

On the Internet, fans, sunspots, and crowds of onlookers who follow the trend and join in the fun, fight to report and fight together. There are also those who speculate on the news, carnival in the middle of the night, and it is very lively.

On the social platform, reports and complaints and other incidents reached a peak in a very short period of time. The intelligent customer service got stuck and was transferred to manual labor. After a while, something went wrong. The customer service team and operation and maintenance engineers in Yanzhou District were dug up to work overtime in the middle of the night.

It's your call again!

What kind of piano are you playing in the middle of the night! !

ah? !

What are you playing! ! !

Emmmmm, I'm back.