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Chapter 71 "Jani"

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    ¡°About four years ago, Song Yin came out of his hometown town and came to Shanghai with a guitar on his back, wanting to make a living through music.  He, who was not too young at the time, dove headlong into the industry and experienced all the ups and downs of the world in a short period of time. The hardships involved are hard to explain to outsiders.  An opportunity given by the owner of [Bar]. After performing at [Alley Bar], I was spotted by a record company and signed a contract.

    He is not the first singer to be signed after performing in [Alley Bar], and he will not be the last one. He is just an addition to countless legendary stories that have happened in [Alley Bar] - at least for now.  ¡ª¡ªBut Song Yin is still sincerely grateful to this bar that changed his destiny, and to the boss for giving him a chance like a dog-tailed flower. Therefore, every time Song Yin releases a new song and starts to promote it, Song Yin will  I am willing to use [the alleyway] as the starting point for publicity.

    This approach can be described as sentimental and righteous, but to be honest, if Song Yin were not a singer who went out to the [Alley Bar], he would not be able to come as a guest performer if he wanted to.

    Boss Li of [Alley Bar] was an insider in the early years and had close contacts with the bosses of many music companies. This is no longer a secret among music lovers in Shanghai.  The person sitting in the auditorium next to the ordinary audience may be a music mogul, a well-known producer, or a music-loving celebrity.  Even the inconspicuous old man, old lady, middle-aged uncle and aunt at the next table might be a music critic, editor-in-chief, or a talent scout of a certain music media.

    Over the past twenty years, [Alley Bar] has become a coordinate in the Magic City music circle.

    ¡¾If you think you have some talent, you might as well go to the alley and give it a try.  ¡¿

    There is such a saying among street performers who rely on music to perform on the streets, and countless young people who want to gain a foothold in the Shanghai music circle.

    ¡° Trying this in an alley does not mean just finding an alley, sitting on the ground, holding an instrument and singing.  It refers to this bar instead.

    So there are countless young people who have ambitions and ideas about music. They all want to sing in an [alley bar] once, hoping that someone in the audience can change their destiny and discover them.  .

    Song Yin is one of the lucky ones.

    He could never forget that day after he finished singing his song, the boss called him to a table and introduced Song Yin to another person who was present.

    "How is this kid?" the boss asked the man.

    ¡°Tsk, you¡¯re talented.¡± The man replied as if he was taking a sip of wine.

    ¡°Don¡¯t forget me when you get rich.¡± The boss turned to Song Yin and said with a smile.

    Song Yin¡¯s whole body was shaking with excitement.

    Then Song Yin signed the contract, and finally the hardships came to an end and he made his debut as a professional musician.

    Song Yin¡¯s career has been booming since his debut. He has been releasing one album a year and the company has treated him well. They even made a big move for him this year.

    This big move was a real big move, but Song Yin was really worried that he wouldn't be able to hold on, and was a little panicked, so he hurried back to the [alley entrance] to steady his mind.

    Because it is "Singer" after all, and you have to find your "original intention" quickly, otherwise you will have to drift away. Once you drift away, you may not be far from falling to your death.

    The night was already dark, Song Yin got out of the car and came to the back door of the bar by familiar routes.

    The back door looked inconspicuous under the obscure and fantasy red and blue street lights. There was a strong black man standing by the door leaning against the wall, his eyes eager as a tiger.  Although the situation was very confusing, Song Yin knew that the big black man in front of him was the security guard of the bar, not a gangster.  So he stepped forward and said hello to the security guard guarding the back door.

    ¡°Probably the manager of the bar said hello to the security guard, so the security guard recognized Song Yin, tonight¡¯s guest performer, and said hello back.

    "Brother, how much are the tickets per person now?" Song Yin was not in a hurry to get in. Instead, he handed over a cigarette and chatted with the security guard. He was not worried that the black security guard could not speak Chinese.

    "More than 800." The security guard lit the cigarette.

    "Are there any new people tonight?" Song Yin would ask every time he came to [the alley], and the security guard would sometimes answer yes, sometimes not.

    "There is one."

    "Oh?" Song Yin was interested.

    ¡¾Alley Bar¡¿It is generally not easy to welcome new people, and there is often no way to welcome new people. It all depends on the boss's preference.

    The bar has a professional performance venue and high-quality acoustics, and can accommodate more than 300 audiences.  This kind of close and quiet way of communicating music is not lacking in attraction for some big-name stars.However, I heard that rap singers are more outspoken and irritable?

    Song Yin looked down at Han Jue in the center of the stage, wondering if the rapper carrying the guitar would be so angry that he would rap while playing the guitar accompaniment?  Or just drop the guitar?  Or shout to silence the audience?

    Song Yin was just thinking when he saw Han Jue was indifferent to the whispers.  He first held the microphone stand and lowered his head in silence for a long time. After a while, he raised his head and moved the microphone stand closer, so close that it was almost touching his mouth.  With his hands on the strings, in this not-so-quiet venue, he looked straight ahead and sang:

    ¡¾In a panic night

    I hear you crying in the distance

    So I put on the cloak of night

    Shake off the stars to find you]

    ¡­¡­

    There is no prelude, and a voice that is almost a whisper in the ear is used directly, and it sounds through the microphone in every corner of the venue.  The sound of the guitar was like the deserted air before the sun rises in the morning, a kind of lonely melancholy that silenced the whispers in the venue.

    ¡¾Perhaps one day you will leave suddenly

    Growing old with someone you don¡¯t love

    This may be the last time I sing to you with all my heart

    Tell yourself, don¡¯t be afraid, don¡¯t be sad]

    ¡­¡­

    Panic and unwillingness, but the emotions in these voices were like splashes of water stirred up by throwing stones, but they quickly fell silent and returned to a plain tone with a hint of melancholy.

    ¡­¡­

    "But I know everyone will be afraid and be awakened by reality

    Crazy crying looking for those things in the past

    In fact, what I want is just some things that are not available.

    If we meet, I will give you all I can give you]

    At the end, Han Jue no longer pretended to be calm or stable, but seemed to be struggling to wake up from a dream. But soon, his tone was almost whispering, as if he had exhausted all his strength to wake up from a dream.  After arriving, I found that the place around me was still empty and nothing had changed. I suddenly realized that reality is more sad than a dream.

    Han Jue ended the song with his guitar, leaving a sad aftertaste.

    After Han Jue finished the song, he sat there with his head down and didn't move for a long time.

    The entire audience was silent, all looking at Han Jue in the center of the stage.

    ""Jani" is given to everyone, thank you."

    Han Jue raised his head, thanked him, stood up and bowed.

    The applause was scattered at first, and finally gathered into one, ringing throughout the audience.

    "How is this kid?" The boss leaned forward and asked Song Yin loudly amid the applause.

    Song Yin applauded and shouted to the boss: "You are talented!"

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