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- Originally, the staff of the Spring Festival Gala program were dissatisfied with Wang Zijun, feeling that his remarks were too damaging and completely ignored their achievements. However, when Wang Zijun analyzed it very professionally, everyone was left with only admiration.
"Director, what should I do?" Assistant Director Liu Dongzhou asked.
"There are still three days left." Huang Yihe gritted his teeth and said, "Change! It's too late for the sound problem. Xiao Chen, you are responsible for the lighting. If it is not possible, just fly a few headlights from Hong Kong. I will be responsible for asking for the money. Dong Zhou Stay with A Yuan, and the others can go back and rest first. Qing Yuan, go and inform the performers and tell them that there will be changes to the party and that there will be an additional rehearsal tomorrow"
After all the work was arranged, Huang Yihe said to Wang Zijun: "Mr. Wang, do you think we can discuss the party again tonight?"
"Okay." Looking at his posture, Wang Zijun probably had to be busy until midnight.
In fact, Huang Yiran asked Wang Zijun to stay, just to discuss the re-arrangement of the program. Of course, this kind of rearrangement is just to adjust the order of the show, rather than completely rearrange the new show. After all, everyone has been preparing for so long.
When Teresa Teng and Zhao Ya heard that Wang Zijun wanted to stay, they gave a few instructions and left first with Wang Mingquan, Michelle and others. Several women made an appointment to visit the night market in Beijing. But most of them will be disappointed. The night markets in Beijing these days are not as fun as those in Hong Kong and Taipei.
Wang Zijun finished his lunch and walked to the center of the stage in person. Being used to all kinds of luxurious and creative stages, he is quite fond of the stage in front of him.
Wang Zijun also watched the rehearsal just now. The entire party except for the artificial fog. There are few other stage effects. And what about the lights? Several large lights illuminated white light, while colored light came from several rotating lights on the stage floor.
The problem is that these colorful rotating lights are not even as good as those in later discotheques. If they are placed on such a large stage, and the audience seats are far away, they will not have any positive effect during the performance. On the contrary, they will It looked like the stage was full of ghosts.
?That is to say. The color of the entire party was monotonous and boring from beginning to end. If coupled with Huang Yihe's previous program arrangement, it would definitely be so boring that the audience would fall asleep.
¡°Tear down these rotating lights!¡± Wang Zijun kicked the light pole on the ground and said. He is not a god. Even if he tried his best to help Huang Yihe with suggestions, many hardware could not be changed within a few days. This party is destined to be a failure, and now all they can do is make up for it as much as possible. Don't make the party too ugly.
You must know that in the parallel space, when the chief director Huang Yihe went to the group worship on the second day of the Spring Festival Gala, even the central leaders unanimously criticized and cursed him. It is conceivable that he was so bad that even outsiders could not stand it.
Wang Zijun accompanied several key personnel to discuss it until about four o'clock in the morning, and finally the program sequence was basically finalized.
The Peking Opera "One Hundred Monkeys Welcome the Spring" was used as the opening program, and the length of the program was cut by more than half, leaving only those more lively and festive excerpts.
In other words, Peking Opera is regarded as the opening song and dance, but the live effect is still insufficient, because "One Hundred Monkeys Welcome the Spring" has no lyrics and is all about the sound of gongs and drums.
Wang Zijun means. The first part of "A Hundred Monkeys Welcome the Spring" starts with the sound of drums, but in the later part, the Peking Opera completely becomes a background dance, and here another song is added to start the performance and welcome the Spring Festival.
"What songs should I add?" Huang Yihe asked, "Where can I find singers and suitable songs temporarily?"
Huang Ayuan smiled and said: "Director, have you forgotten that there is a great talent in front of you who can become a singer in seven steps?"
"The song is easy to handle, bring me a pen and paper." Wang Zijun copied Sun Yue's "Happy Chinese Year", changed a few lyrics, and sang while writing:
"The golden wind brings good luck, and the spring flowers have bloomed.
The gongs and drums of the spring thunder of February are beating,
A century-old dream has come true. Holding hands for thousands of years.
China enters a new era
¡¡
Congratulations on the Chinese New Year,
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? will?be our?smiles with the abundant harvest,
Congratulations on the Chinese New Year,
The singing sounds are continuous for thousands of miles,
¡¡±
When Wang Zijun finished writing the song, still humming the lyrics, he saw people around him looking at him.
In the afternoon, Sun Qingyuan, who wanted to scold Wang Zijun, suddenly asked in surprise, as if he had seen a ghost: "Mr. Wang, have you prepared the song a long time ago?"
Huang Ayuan couldn't help but laugh and said: "Mr. Wang is a well-known sharp-shooter. He writes songs easily and has never disappointed anyone."
"This song is good, festive and profound," Huang Yihe clapped his hands and praised, "How about you, Mr. Wang?"Come and sing. "
"No," Wang Zijun waved his hand quickly, "It's best if you don't even say that I am the author of this song, otherwise I will be punished when I return to Taiwan."
Huang Yihe wondered: "Which singer should I find to sing well at that moment?"
"Otherwise," Wang Zijun said, "halfway through the performance of "One Hundred Monkeys Welcome the Spring," the sound of the gongs and drums disappeared. Then the music of "Happy Chinese New Year" started, and the five hosts sang from the backstage. And then The host sang at the front of the stage, and the Peking Opera actors performed in the background. After singing, the surprise actors left the stage, and the five hosts who sang the song began to send New Year greetings to the audience. Mr. Huang, what do you think of this?"
"Let the host sing? Can they do it?" Huang Yihe was a little unsure.
Wang Zijun smiled and said: "What's not good? Among the five hosts, Jiang Kun and Ma Ji are very accomplished in opera, and it is very easy to sing a saliva song. Banban is a Hong Kong female singer. Although Zhang Yu is a movie actor, Singing should not be a problem for her. As for Zhu Wanyi, as far as I know she has also sung the national anthem before. Just let them get familiar with each other and get in touch in the past few days."
Huang Yihe nodded subconsciously and began to think about Wang Zijun's suggestion. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the effect would be very good. If Wang Zijun hadn't said it, he would never have thought of stringing together two completely unrelated programs, and also introduced the appearance of the host. There was no abruptness in the middle, far better than his previous ones. The opening was much more atmospheric.
??We are all insiders. After Wang Zijun expressed his thoughts, they thought for a while and quickly understood the secret.
What a genius!
The members of the Spring Festival Gala program team couldn't help but give Wang Zijun a thumbs up, and all of them admired him from the bottom of their hearts.
Wang Zijun is well-deserved for everyone¡¯s praise. In later generations, the Spring Festival Gala was overcrowded with actors, and there was no way to mix up various programs. Today's Spring Festival Gala is very lacking in programs. I wish I could sing several songs by myself. Naturally, the directors will not go in the direction of skewering.
It was already midnight and everyone was hungry. Huang Yihe asked someone to cook noodles for a midnight snack and continued the discussion while eating.
Overall, there were too many folk arts programs in the entire evening party, and the singing and dancing programs were seriously divided, so there were no accompanying dancers for the solo performers. Nothing can be changed about this. The stage effect is like falling snowflakes. If you hang the wire down, you can join in it. There is also the fact that the actors' costumes are too simple and serious. Huang Yihe also said that he would try to improve them in the next few days. Wang Zijun promised that he would get the costumes for Zhao Yazhi and Teresa Teng. Zhao Yazhi could just wear White Snake's costumes when singing. He would have them delivered by plane from Hong Kong tomorrow.
Later, the order of the programs was rearranged, and almost half of the programs had changes. Huang Yihe was getting older and looked tired after the conversation. He held Wang Zijun's hand and sighed: "Mr. Wang, thank you for your help, otherwise I would have lost my old face."
"No, I'm just here to give you some suggestions. Sir, your party planning is pretty good." Wang Zijun said modestly.
In the following days, both the staff behind the scenes of the Spring Festival Gala and the performers participating in the performance were thoroughly drilled. Complaints abounded among the actors. They had been busy for a month or two, had finished rehearsing, and now had to do it all over again.
Huang Yihe was under the most pressure. The day before, we discussed until about four o'clock in the morning. He got up early at seven o'clock the next day to prepare. In the following days, he could only rest for two or three hours almost every day. The Spring Festival Gala hadn't even started yet, and he looked like he had aged ten years. Same as many years old.
?Through the efforts of the workers, the number of large lighting lamps in the Workers' Stadium has been increased from four to ten. The costumes have also been slightly changed. Although Wang Zijun still feels monotonous, they are much more lively than before.
On New Year¡¯s Eve, Wang Zijun, Zhao Yazhi and Teresa Teng were arranged in the front row of the auditorium. Even the front row was far away from the stage, and there was no electronic display screen overhead. The audience at the back probably couldn't even see clearly what the performers looked like.
It¡¯s bad, it¡¯s bad, at least it¡¯s much better than the past few days.
Suddenly, the audience on one side stood up collectively. Wang Zijun turned around and realized that the central boss was coming. Wang Zijun didn't know if the chief designer in the parallel space came to watch the party, but at this time he could clearly see that the old man was walking at the front of the group of senior officials, waving to the audience behind him from time to time.
Seeing the old man approaching, Wang Zijun couldn't help but stand up. Just as the old man passed by him, he suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand with a smile: "Welcome friends from Taiwan to come home and play often."
Wang Zijun suppressed the excitement in his heart and greeted: "Hello, boss, happy New Year's Eve."
"Happy New Year's Eve to you too," the old man said with a smile, "I heard that thisYou have also done a lot of work, I want to take a good look at it. You are the pride of the Chinese people. I have admired your name for a long time. "
"Ashamed." Wang Zijun replied.
The old man joked to the people around him: "This little comrade can't let go, so let's not make things difficult for him."
The old man was about to leave, and Wang Zijun quickly shouted: "Boss, wait a moment."
"What's the matter?" the old man turned around and asked.
Wang Zijun pointed to the photographer next to him and said, "Can you ask them to cut out the scene just now?"
The old man laughed and said: "Okay. Comrade you are too timid." (To be continued)
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