novelraw Chapter 78 Dimash Makes a Sudden Move
Chapter 78 Dimash Makes a Sudden Move
Zhang Juan's vocal cords trembled violently on the other end of the phone.
Song Ze moved the phone two centimeters away from his ear.
"That singer from Kazakhstan, Dima Creek, just had a rehearsal, and his high notes completely blew up the main control condenser microphone in rehearsal room number one! Director Hong and the rest of the team were there, and they were sweating bullets!"
Song Ze: "..."
Sing until the microphone explodes?
What kind of human acoustic weapon is this?
"Xiao Song, listen to me," Zhang Juan spoke so fast she barely paused to breathe, "I just heard from the tech team that this kid's vocal range spans four and a half octaves! Four and a half! Do you know what that means? A normal male singer is considered talented if he has two octaves, but he's doubled that and even extended it! And—"
She swallowed.
"And he was so relaxed during rehearsals, like he was just casually humming in his own bathroom, breaking the equipment without even putting in any effort. Song, this isn't human, this is an alien."
Song Ze leaned against the piano in the rehearsal room, waiting for Zhang Juan to finish pouring out her grievances.
"Sister Juan."
"what?"
"Take a deep breath—" Song Ze paused, then changed his words, "Have a sip of water first."
"I can't drink it!"
"Then just swallow it dry." Song Ze's tone was flat. "The microphone malfunctioning is an equipment problem, which means Hunan TV's purchasing department should change suppliers. A wide vocal range doesn't guarantee a win in a competition. The five hundred audience members aren't here to hear dolphin-like high notes."
However, according to Song Ze's past life memories, Dimash won first place in the first episode of "I Am a Singer 2017" with his rendition of "A Sad Man's Cry for Help." So, with him present this time, it's hard to say who will take first place.
Zhang Juan's breathing rate increased.
"Aren't you worried?"
"What good will panicking do? How much longer will panicking make my voice come out?" Song Ze picked up the mineral water bottle on the table and opened it. "Go with the original plan. The costume fitting rehearsal for 'The Lone Warrior' will proceed as scheduled tomorrow."
"...Alright then." Zhang Juan managed to calm herself down. "I'll go and keep an eye on Tian Xiwei's partner's rehearsal. You take care of yourself and get some rest."
hang up.
Song Ze placed his phone face down on the piano lid, and brought the bottled water he had just opened to his lips, but didn't drink it.
The system panel floated quietly in the corner of the field of vision.
[Singing: Expert Level (6512/10000)]
Six thousand five.
It sounds impressive, but the expert level has a ceiling of 10,000. He still has room for improvement.
Na Ying gave 1,000, Guang Liang gave another 1,000, and with Tan Jingjing's previous contribution, the combined skill boost from the three top singers only amounted to a little over 6,000. So how much will Dimaxi give?
Song Ze took a big gulp of water.
tough battle.
It was indeed a tough battle.
But it's not like we haven't fought any tough battles.
He put the bottled water back on the table and was about to warm up his voice when he heard footsteps coming from the end of the corridor.
They walked lazily, dragging their feet, the sound of their shoes scraping the floor so loud it could be heard even through two doors.
Xiao Jingteng.
This guy was supposed to meet at 2 PM to discuss the first setlist, and it's 2:10 now. He's ten minutes late, and his pace is so leisurely. A rocker's sense of time is truly performance art.
Song Ze pushed open the door to the rehearsal room and peeked into the corridor.
Then he froze.
Jam Hsiao did indeed arrive, wearing his baseball cap backwards, chewing gum, looking relaxed and in a good mood.
But half a step behind him was a tall foreign boy.
He wore a black suit and black leather shoes, and his hair was neatly combed. He stood ramrod straight, his hands resting on the seams of his trousers, looking exactly like a well-behaved student being called to the homeroom teacher's office.
Dima Creek.
The human sonic weapon that just blew up the condenser microphone is now following closely behind Jam Hsiao with a bewildered air, as if saying, "I don't know why I'm here, but I don't dare to run around."
Upon seeing Song Ze peek out from the door, Dima Xi immediately stopped in her tracks.
He bent over at a 90-degree angle, so perfectly that he could be used as a template for a protractor.
"Hello there."
Both characters have four tones.
Hello--.
It sounds like a eulogy.
Song Ze looked at Dima Creek, then at Jam Hsiao.
Jam Hsiao shrugged, looking like he was saying, "Don't look at me, I'm helpless too."
"I found him in the backstage corridor. He was lost, couldn't speak the language, and was wandering around like a headless fly when he bumped into me. I pointed in the direction of your rehearsal room, and he followed me, and I couldn't get rid of him."
Although Dimash couldn't understand the Chinese text, he accurately picked up the pronunciation of the two characters "Song Ze".
His back straightened instantly by three centimeters, and he took a step closer, speaking in an extremely serious, deliberate, and almost literal manner:
"I...I'm called Dima Creek. I like...your song 'Cool'."
Song Ze blinked.
"Cooling Down"?
Has this song reached Kazakhstan?
Jam Hsiao chuckled beside him and nudged Song Ze with his elbow: "Well done, Song Ze, you've got the international influence all figured out."
Then he abruptly changed the subject, starting to ramble on about family lineage: "I'm saying, you two are officially family today. You, Song Ze, are Sister Ying's godson, and he's our show's imported nephew—isn't that a coincidence? You're practically family!"
Song Ze rolled his eyes at him.
"Brother Xiao, how can you assign seniority to someone who's completely unrelated? I usually call you 'brother,' but if Dimash is some kind of imported nephew, what would he call you? 'Uncle'?"
Hsiao Ching-teng paused for a moment while chewing gum.
I thought about it seriously for two seconds.
"It's not impossible..." He waved his hand, "Never mind, it's too messy."
The three people entered rehearsal room number two.
Xiao Jingteng slumped onto the sofa, and Dima Xi sat down next to him, sitting upright as if she were attending a job interview. Song Ze moved a chair to sit opposite her and poured Dima Xi a glass of water.
Dimash accepted it with both hands and bowed again.
Xiao Jingteng couldn't stand it anymore: "Brother, stop bowing. If you keep bowing, I'll think you're going to kowtow to him and become his disciple."
Dimash couldn't understand, but seeing Jam Hsiao's gesture, he obediently sat up straight.
We chatted for a while about the preparations for the first episode. Jam Hsiao complained that the rock arrangement he chose was too taxing on his voice; he had to hit three consecutive high notes in the chorus, and his throat started to tighten by the second rehearsal.
After listening, Song Ze casually said, "Try moving the breathing point before the chorus back half a beat, to give your vocal cords a buffer."
Jam Hsiao paused for a moment, recalling for a few seconds his state when he sang.
"...That's true."
He sat up straight, a rare serious expression on his face: "What are your ears made of? I sang it twenty times myself and didn't even notice this problem."
"Spending too much time in recording studios, you're just being delusional."
Dima Xi, sitting next to him, listened quietly. Although Chinese was practically an encrypted telegram to him, the atmosphere among musicians was a universal language. He watched Song Ze and Jam Hsiao discuss vocal placement and breath control, and he gradually relaxed from his initial restraint.
Then, he suddenly stood up.
Xiao Jingteng and Song Ze both looked at him at the same time.
Dimaxi, speaking in broken English interspersed with a few Kazakh words, gestured animatedly: "Music! I also...sing! Give you!"
He pointed to his throat, then to Song Ze and Xiao Jingteng, his meaning clear—you've been talking about technology for so long, I'd like to give you a piece too.
Xiao Jingteng clapped his hands: "Come on, come on, I'm all ears!"
Song Ze nodded, leaned back in his chair, and adopted an appreciative posture.
However, Dima Creek did not walk towards Limai in the corner of the room.
He turned around and strode towards Song Ze.
Before Song Ze could react to what this guy was going to do, Dimash had already bent down and spread his long arms—
The next second, Dimash placed his hands under Song Ze's armpits and exerted force. With a "whoosh," Song Ze was lifted off the ground and suspended in mid-air...