After Transmigrating Into An Idol Talent Show

Chapter 2

Several mentors exchanged glances with each other, and finally met someone who was interesting. The appearance is very good, and there are gimmicks and features that can be used when editing. This is the strength... I hope at least not to be tone-deaf or severely uncoordinated, otherwise if the performance is too stretched, the beautiful atmosphere created in the front will be instantly destroyed. Seven seven eight eight.

For the draft, stage charm is very important.

A good performance can make a person who originally looked seven points of good-looking can be instantly raised to nine points by the stage filter. This is the so-called "handsome guy with a sense of atmosphere".

The face value is pulled into the pit, but with a strong stage performance, can this part of the face powder be quickly turned into a die-hard. Otherwise, there are so many good-looking people, and the momentary love will soon be divided by others.

Producer Cui Zhihao flipped through the remarks about the show he was going to perform, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised. Qin Lu gave him a very good overall feeling just now, except that he was a little nervous when he first came to power, but it is understandable.

How could he choose such a song?

The rhythm is fast, the difficulty is high, and it is still a dance music with heavy metal rhythm. Although it was widely sung, for Qin Lu, who had never received systematic training, it was obviously a little too reluctant.

Although he disagreed, Cui Zhihao couldn't interfere with the players' choices. Just as he was about to ask Qin Lu to start, he saw that he smiled embarrassedly, and asked if he could temporarily change the repertoire.

Cui Zhihao, who had a good impression of Qin Lu, was relieved after hearing this and nodded, "Of course, the choice is yours. But there is no suitable accompaniment for a temporary change. Can you accept it?"

Qin Lu nodded.

Cui Zhihao smiled: "Then please start your official performance."

Qin Lu exhaled softly.

Originally, the main performance was a singing and dancing song, but the elementary school-like movements and childish singing in my memory were really appalling. Even if Qin Lu was forced to imitate it, it would not be possible in such a short period of time.

Most importantly, Qin Lu had never heard the original song.

Compared with the doomed car accident scene, Qin Lu chose to temporarily change the show.

He doesn't know many songs. Most of the people he has contacted in the past are people in the film and television industry. He doesn't have time to listen to them when he is busy.

It's very rare to have a song that you can take out with a little confidence.

He was going to sing an old friend's song. This bad singer friend has been popular in ten years, and his ears will grow calluses when he sings it.

When the light fell on him, Qin Lu relaxed.

He closed his eyes, the scene was very quiet, and he could only hear the shallow breathing from the microphone and the light humming.

A very brisk tone, the summer wind blowing through the treetops, and in the blink of an eye, a round of winter and spring, withered branches and yams re-bloomed green fireworks. The tide ebbs and flows, the sun rises from the east for more than 10,000 hours, the amber twilight passes for a few rounds, and the moon is still hanging in the sky.

The track we traveled together, the old locust tree grew several rings that could not be seen in the bark, and the winter came and went again. All the changes have left traces in time, and it seems that they never existed.