Just to Sweep the Entertainment Industry Chapter 296: No matter how high the sky is

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--"Although I don't want to admit it, COMAR's song just now is really good."

--"Although their words and deeds disgust me, their attitude is very serious. They can sing Chinese so well."

--"Listening to them, I miss my college roommate, this song makes me cry!"

Songwriters are unintentional, singers are ruthless, and the listeners' brains make up for it. Eighty percent of this is the feeling.

Perry looked at the various comments on the Internet and the various reactions on the spot with satisfaction, knowing that this time the song selection was right in the heart.

He actually knew that COMAR's remarks on the field before were inappropriate, but if it wasn't for that, how would he have gotten everyone's attention.

Anyway, after this game, COMAR's reputation will be shaken in China, and then there will be another press conference, and it will be over with a youthful apology.

Netizens will buy it.

If there are still people who don't buy it, it doesn't matter. After releasing an album, I will package it well and promote it. He also knows how to take advantage of the self-willedness. As long as it can attract brainless fans, is this still a thing?

Perry can already imagine a few months later, COMAR's name is all over the streets of China.

At that time, I am afraid that a fan meeting will be crowded.

So, the timing, grab the right one, is the most important!

He's elated here, and every fan in the stands seems to be looking at the glittering golden letters again, overjoyed.

On the other side, Yan Lu and the Black Hats are also ready for their own performances.

Still calm and unaffected, this time Nana, the only girl in the band, showed her unmoved appearance.

All members will ignore the silent provocation from COMAR.

As usual, Yan Lu hugged Mike and said, "The sky is high and the earth is thick, thank you!"

--"The sky is high and the earth is thick? What is this? It's a new song again?"

--"My Nima! Master Yan really created the scene again?"

--"Ahahaha, what about those who say that Master Yan can't create on-site? Does it hurt?"

--"I think Mr. Yan is putting too much pressure on himself. There is absolutely no need for this. What if the car rolls over?"

--"Sit and wait for the car to roll over!"

--"Upstairs, which country are you from?"

Not only at the scene, but also on the Internet by this song title.

Although everyone hoped that Yan Lu would really do something like 'create a song at the time of a song', something that could never be done by a human being, but they also believed that Yan Lu was a little too demanding.

There are expectations, doubts, concerns, and good shows.

However, regardless of everyone's mood, the prelude has already sounded.

"This prelude feels good!"

"I think so too. It feels like another high-quality song! So, is Master Yan really so defiant?"

"It's over, I have a hunch that the COMAR lead singer's face is going to darken."

Everyone is still talking, but Yan Lu has already started singing.

Yan Lu: "If you are tired, can you stretch out your hands and want to hug, how can you clench your fists"

A fluttering greeting made many people at the venue quiet down.

They seem to have heard the lyrics just now, but they don't seem to have heard it, but at this moment, they are all silent in the strict singing.

Qin Fei smiled in disbelief, "He really wrote another song!"

Yanju touched her chin, "Yeah, and it sounds high quality."

"So, how are you?" Ke Jie put on Yan Ju's shoulder, he knew that Yan Ju was also secretly trying to create.

Yanju looked embarrassed and changed the subject, "Listen to the song, listen to the song."

Yan Lu: "We still have a lot of dreams and a lot to go tomorrow to let the world hear our song"

The band looked at each other, some looked at each other and laughed, some looked at each other silently, and some looked at each other with red eyes.

What a similar sentence, they seem to have said it.

They all used to say such rhetoric in those music-intensive ages.

Sing to everyone, let everyone hear their songs, and let their songs spread to every corner of the world.

How many people still have such a dream?

At least until today, even if they were dreaming, they were just desperate for a stage to sing again.

Yan Lu: "Be ready, no time, no turning back, no reason to want to fly"

At this moment, many people are in the singing of this song, and see that one again, standing on the stage made of containers, singing the strict rhythm of "Nothing", singing the strict rhythm of "Broad Ocean and Sky".

Although these three songs are not the same at all, they all sing at that point in their hearts.

Peng Wei thought of an interview he once gave——

“Why did you form a band?”

"I like it, I like to play music, and I ran into a few guys who also like to play music, so we got together and played together."

"Then why do you like it?"

"Huh? I just like it. I don't need a reason to like it."

He raised his head and looked at the sky above the only shining star, was that the star of their bandmates? Are you attracted to them?

Nice!

Yan Lu: "No matter how lonely the end of the world is, you must have me by your side. We said that no matter how high the sky is"

No matter how high or low!

This was originally a derogatory term for arrogance, but now it sings the stubbornness in everyone's heart.

All the band members raised their shoulders in unison and swayed to the music.

It's not just them, but the fans in the venue also spontaneously connected to the ocean.

Ripple ripples open, all in the appearance of friendship.

On the entire arena, Yan Lu's voice was constantly raised, piercing the sky, dare to ask how high the sky is!

Yan Lu: "I want to fly to the highest, farthest and most free and easy"

Yan Lu: "I want to embrace the most beautiful moment"

Yan Lu: "I want to see who is my friend to accompany me to the end"

Yan Lu: "You are the one I look forward to the most"

Everything is silent.

At this moment, no one dared to look at other people, but the arms that were placed together tightly wrapped around each other's shoulders.

How difficult this is!

I used to be young and frivolous, everyone had edges and corners, but they were stuck in a mold.

Growing up, arguing, angering, comforting, encouraging, supporting.

In countless days and months, we had each other's company when we couldn't eat, depended on each other when we couldn't sleep, and cheered each other up when we couldn't hold on.

Stumbling and stumbling, even splitting and closing, finally made it to this day.

Some friends are gone.

Those who can be by my side and accompany me till now are rare and precious.

Yan Lu held Mai in both hands and slowly lowered her head, but at this moment, another voice sounded.

Guitar and vocals, Zhen Wei: "Are you tired?"

Beth, Ling Ke: "Can you stretch out your hands?"

Keyboard, Nana: "Want to hug"

Drummer, Onishi: "How can I hold my fist"

Zhen Wei: "..."

The same lyrics, sung by one person, feel completely different from being sung by a band.

Even those who haven't been touched by the lyrics before, can't stop the enthusiasm in their eyes when these four people speak.

What moved them was not how beautiful the song was or how moving the lyrics were.

Just because everyone who can come here today and watch the music festival knows that it has not been easy for the Huaguo Band in the past six years.

For six full years of darkness, how did they persevere to walk down, and whether they gave up countless times and then got up again.

Perhaps apart from their burning love, they are the only ones left to support them.

However, it is said that the more condensed the power, the more terrifying it is. Perhaps it is the band members and the bands brought to them today.

They are just a butterfly that has only emerged from its cocoon after only six years, flying gorgeously and extremely beautiful.

Yan Lu took the mic and walked to the middle of the black hat band. Beside him, guitar and vocalist Zhen Wei, bass Lingke, keyboard Nana, and drummer Daxi were all within reach.

He opened his arms and sang loudly to the sky.

Yan Lu: "We can make trouble together and walk together in silence"

Yan Lu: "You can fly together and fall together"

Yan Lu: "Accompany me no matter how high the sky is"

Yan Lu: "Roar loudly with me"

With this sound, all the fans in the audience cheered, as if the rippling water surface was suddenly violent and rainy.

Everyone roared wildly.

At this moment, everyone seems to have found the floodgate of emotional catharsis. They don't care about what occasion, what identity, what gender, even what stage, what song, what melody.

At this moment, everyone just wanted to roar, to vent all the depression, unwillingness, anger, and emotion that had been suppressed for six years.

On the stage, Yan Li's treble broke through another point.

Yan Lu: "I want to reach the highest, farthest and most expansive"

Yan Lu: "I want to finish singing the most touching song"

Yan Lu: "I didn't see that day Gao Dihou refused to let go"

Yan Lu: "Because I have the friends I want"

COMAR's keyboard player Cohen suddenly twitched his nose, and when he didn't expect it, he was moved by what should be his opponent's song.

Several figures appeared in front of his eyes, and he couldn't match the names for a while. He tilted his head in a funny way, but happened to meet the drummer Jenian, who also tilted his head.

Both eyes were a little red, and they turned their heads in embarrassment.

His eyes swept over Leo's back inadvertently, and he suddenly wanted to ask if the song touched him.

Of course, if he had seen Leo's face at this time, he would not have had this idea.

Because ~IndoMTL.com~ that was destined to be a cloudy face.

Yan Lu: "You are my most desired friend"

Singing, in the last two words, slides to a full stop.

The mood of the music fans, but with the last two words, set off a high level again.

The long-lasting cheers surrounded the entire venue.

Many people hugged in one place, and many even cried.

A song is beautiful if it is not simply poured out of feelings, but if the poured feelings can resonate.

George Marceau knows that the outcome of the second song has been decided, and it is exactly the same as the first song, there is no suspense!

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