novelraw Chapter 4 Questioning Ghostwriting
Chapter 4 Questioning Ghostwriting
As soon as the words were spoken, the host's smile froze, and his hand holding the microphone hung in mid-air, caught in a dilemma.
"Um, Ms. Song, isn't this song title a bit unlucky?"
The host tried desperately to salvage the atmosphere of the show, and was almost sweating profusely.
"How about we sing 'A Little Happiness' again? It's okay if we sing the same song, we all have different styles. Shishi sang it so well just now, everyone is really looking forward to your version."
Song Ze waved his hand and refused.
"There's nothing unlucky about it."
He turned his head to face the nearest camera position and smiled calmly.
"This song is perfect for myself when my life collapses."
The cameraman's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the camera on the ground.
This guy is really reckless!
Using a house collapse as a meme is absolutely unprecedented in the Chinese entertainment industry.
After a brief pause, the live stream chat exploded with unprecedented volume.
[This is insane! This guy has completely given up!]
[Haha, this self-inflicted "Cooling Down" joke is the best joke of the year!]
[What the hell is this gift to yourself after your career has collapsed?! Song Gou, you really know how to create a good entertainment effect!]
[This is just a clown trying to grab attention, disgusting!]
[So being infamous is still fame, right? The production team should blacklist him immediately!]
[Assemble the incense-burning team! To send off Song Gou!]
The barrage of comments was so dense that it even obscured the live stream screen.
In the villa's living room, the guests reacted in various ways.
Shen Xiaoyuan's mouth dropped open, her jaw almost falling to the ground.
She had originally wanted to get more screen time with Song Ze, but now she didn't dare to say a word.
This is too hot to handle; it could burn you to death.
On the other side of the sofa, Lin Shishi frowned.
She hates people who have no bottom line when it comes to getting attention.
For a singer, the stage is sacred.
Using one's own negative news to gain attention is simply a desecration of music.
The other male guests exchanged glances, looking on with amusement.
The more trouble Song Ze causes, the faster he will die.
With one less competitor, they have a better chance on the show.
Song Ze didn't care what these people thought at all.
He pulled out the piano stool and sat down steadily.
With his back straight, he gently placed his hands on the black and white piano keys.
Exquisite piano playing skills activated.
In his past life in 2018, he practiced this song over and over again late at night in an empty recording studio.
By then, he was completely washed up and could only take on shameless commercial performances.
He sang this song no less than a thousand times.
"bite--"
A crisp note echoed through the living room.
Immediately afterwards, a series of complex and magnificent arpeggios poured out.
There was no awkwardness, no hesitation.
Long, slender fingers danced across the piano keys, creating a powerful and penetrating prelude.
Clear.
Smooth.
The techniques are complex yet not chaotic.
The atmosphere, which had just been filled with mockery and ridicule, was instantly shattered by the powerful tension of the music.
Lin Shishi is closest to the piano.
The moment she heard the intro, her whole body tensed up.
The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.
This is definitely not your average pop music accompaniment!
The key touch control, the precise pedal coordination, and the delicate handling of tonal layers.
Without more than ten years of professional classical piano training, one simply cannot produce this kind of quality.
How is that possible?
Lin Shishi stared in astonishment at the man sitting in front of the piano.
The information clearly states that he is just an ordinary artist without formal training.
Is this what you call normal?
This level of talent is good enough to give a solo recital at the National Centre for the Performing Arts!
The disdain and contempt on her face vanished instantly, replaced by utter astonishment.
Just then, Song Ze moved closer to the standing microphone.
Professional-level singing skills activated.
"As night falls and the air grows cooler, fallen petals turn to frost..."
The first line of lyrics was sung.
It's not the same melancholic and sorrowful tune as the original.
Song Ze's voice is clean and steady, revealing an ultimate clarity that comes from having experienced many trials.
That was a true sense of relief.
After all, what he's thinking about right now isn't love or romance, nor is it about his career being ruined.
His mind is filled with Bitcoin, new energy sources, and artificial intelligence.
The entertainment industry is nothing.
Wouldn't it be better to retire from the entertainment industry and make billions?
However, before retiring from the entertainment industry, he needs to make his first fortune.
Within a month, no matter what method is used, 200 million yuan in start-up capital must be raised.
I can give up a job in the entertainment industry, but I'll do anything to catch the cryptocurrency train.
This disillusionment with the world and the readiness to run away at any moment perfectly captures another aspect of the song "Cool."
bid farewell.
Say goodbye to your foolish past self.
Say goodbye to this hypocritical entertainment industry.
"You gaze into the distance, until all the twilight fades away..."
The singing echoed through the spacious villa.
There were no flashy high notes, no exaggerated crying sounds.
It's all about emotions, it's all about stories.
Everyone was held in place by this powerful infectious force.
The cameraman froze, his hand holding the boom lever, letting the lens focus on Song Ze's profile; the production assistant, holding the microphone, stared at the decibel meter, barely daring to breathe.
Shen Xiaoyuan covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide open.
She originally thought Song Ze was just a handsome but empty-faced guy, but who would have thought that this empty-faced guy was actually a nuclear weapon!
In the live stream room.
The rapidly scrolling barrage of comments suddenly paused for three seconds.
Millions of online viewers were collectively speechless.
In front of their computer screens, countless people stopped typing.
Three seconds later.
The screen was completely flooded with a barrage of comments.
Holy crap!!!
[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!!]
【？？？？？？？？】
[Is this really Song Ze???]
[This is absolutely terrifying! It sends chills down my spine!]
[Lip-synced! Absolutely lip-synced! The show probably played the original audio!]
[Is the person in front blind? He's singing and playing the guitar himself, and you can hear every single breath he takes. Lip-syncing my ass!]
I apologize for my arrogance earlier; this guy really has skills.
[The building may be a disaster, but I can't criticize their professional skills.]
[I've gone from hating him to liking him! So what if he's a jerk? He's handsome and sings well, I'd be willing to jerk him for me!]
The wind direction reversed instantly.
That's just how real the internet is.
As long as you demonstrate absolutely overwhelming strength, there are plenty of people whose values will be dictated by their looks and talent.
The screen, which was originally full of mockery and insults, was replaced by a screen full of exclamation marks and question marks.
Those haters who tried to continue stirring up trouble were instantly overwhelmed by the massive influx of casual observers.
"The cool night air flows with my longing for you, turning into spring mud to nurture me..."
The chorus begins.
Song Ze's fingers flew across the piano keys, striking down heavy notes.
His voice suddenly rose in pitch, yet remained perfectly steady.
The breath is long and deep, and the resonance chambers are fully open.
Her professional-level singing skills were on full display at this moment.
Lin Shishi stared at Song Ze's profile.
A tremendous wave of emotion surged within me.
She considers herself a talented singer-songwriter of the new generation and has always been very confident in her singing and piano skills.
But now, facing Song Ze, she felt an insurmountable sense of powerlessness.
This person's skill level is more than one level above hers!
A scumbag who is embroiled in scandal and condemned by the entire internet.
A discarded child about to be kicked out of the entertainment industry.
How can someone possess such a level of strength?
Why can you sing with such a pure and moving voice?
Lin Shishi's values were severely impacted.
Absolute professional recognition versus strong moral prejudice were tearing at her mind.
She even began to have a daze: Could someone who can interpret music to this level really be the kind of despicable scum that is being exposed online?
The song ended.
The last note of the piano slowly dissipated into the air.
Song Ze withdrew his hands and stood up from the piano bench.
He didn't look at the camera, nor at the guests in the room.
He simply picked up the half-empty can of beer that was on the piano lid and took a swig.
"belch."
A burp, utterly out of place with the otherwise idyllic atmosphere, escaped.
Song Ze tugged at his collar and strode back to the sofa.
"Now that you've finished singing, who's next?"