Freelance Artist

song for yourself.

The lights converge on the stage of "Cloud Song Club".

On the large screen in the background, the five-character song title is presented in artistic fonts.

In the middle of the stage, Zhang Xiyang held a microphone and bowed his head under the watchful eyes of thousands of spectators.

With the cooperation of the live band, the prelude to the song sounded, and the piano sound was low and slow with its inherent graininess. Under the colorful follow-up lights, the past seemed to emerge before Zhang Xiyang's eyes like flowing water.

"I want to but can't get it..."

When Zhang Xiyang spoke, his voice seemed to be a little lower than the publicly released studio version, so that the second line of the lyrics was almost read out.

"What's wrong with you?"

This behavior of suddenly losing the melody is handled without any sense of abruptness. It is like a dialogue and communication, as if asking yourself and the audience.

next moment.

Zhang Xiyang seemed to be asking and answering by himself, raising his voice slightly: "I don't want to part with it, I just focus on talking nonsense about the past..."

In the first two sentences, there were people on the scene who encouraged you to come on.

At this point, the scene has become quiet.

"When you find out that time is a thief, it has already stolen all your choices. Love is just a high fever, and longing is the follow-up. Cough..."

There was a sudden trance in the audience.

Many people have not noticed that there is a difference between this live version and the publicly released version, not only the sentences have changed, but the tone has also changed.

If the version produced in the recording studio is a refined version, the scene has a primitive feeling. The less the singer's singing skills are used, the stronger the emotion.

The eyes of the audience gradually changed.

Rather than saying that Zhang Xiyang is singing "Song for Myself", it is better to say that this is just an uncle telling a story about his past on stage, and he can't restrain himself when the love is strong.

In a trance.

The eye sockets of those older audiences began to turn red. There was no wind and sand at the scene, but many people's eyes were fascinated.

"It is unforgivable

but can't stop

hate over the wall at night

is empty

buzzing

Who put a cold gun in your heart? "

The audience, who already had deep feelings for this song, sang along with Zhang Xiyang lightly, their eyes a little wet from the singing, perhaps it was because most of these people were old and they felt it deeply.

Zhang Xiyang's every word seemed to turn into a sudden cold shot, shattering dusty memories and opening doors to his heart.

"Oath of old love is like a slap in the face

Get a slap every time you remember a sentence

Then you can't smell it for years

I can't smell a woman's fragrance..."

In the simple lyrics and the slightly hoarse singing, the melody and Zhang Xiyang's voice are slightly staggered, but there is no dissonance at all. Instead, it highlights a kind of helplessness, with sobbing like crying.

The keyboard and drummer in the back exchanged glances.

The band heard the singer's intentions, and also understood each other's intentions. The melody had a slight change, with some elements of live performance, matching Zhang Xiyang's vicissitudes of singing:

"The past is not like smoke..."

He pulled the microphone close to his mouth, as if he had forgotten that he was singing, and just spoke softly, with a self-deprecating and emotional voice:

"Yeah, nostalgia in love is not a virtue."

Zhang Xiyang gently shook his head in the zoomed-in image of the singer on the rear screen, but his own eyes were red.

The scene became more and more quiet, and the eyes of the audience gathered under the lights. Although many people had heard this song before, they felt a completely different feeling at this moment.

In a flash of thought, everyone finally realized the difference in this version.

Zhang Xiyang's murmurs are his own personal emotions, which are very different from the studio version released before. The former is for the public, but the latter is just opening his heart and confessing some experiences.

The distance between the singer and the audience is suddenly close at hand.

And in the suddenly narrowing distance, there are some young audiences in the audience. At this moment, they also have a feeling of being hit, as if they suddenly understand this song——

It seems that people will always encounter such songs in their lives.

When Ming Ming first listened to it, he didn't think there was anything special, but when he savored it again, his mind faltered until he got deeper and deeper and couldn't extricate himself.

"It's a pity that being in love is not like singing

No matter how serious you are, you can't become a style

I ask you, who have you met and missed?

Whether you're a recidivist or a clean criminal

The only one I know is the one who has been together for a long time

I haven't seen a long time together..."

Just like drinking a glass of mild wine, Du Kang's throat was calm and breezy. Looking back, his eyes were drunk and blurred. More and more audience members had strange expressions until their eyes turned red and burst into tears.

"Years, don't rush

I don't push what should come

What should be paid

What should be given, I will give..."

Zhang Xiyang's voice was drawn out very long, and his body shook accordingly. His shoulders shook slightly, but his voice became shorter and more powerful, as if walking through the fog and walking out of a long period of confusion:

"Time, don't rush!

I won't chase those who go far away!

I'm just trying to figure out what's going on..."

When the singer uttered the lyrics again in the form of reading and singing, these emotions have already infected almost all the audience in the audience. Those grievances, confusion, and puzzles gradually have a vague answer.

Just for a moment.

Zhang Xiyang raised his voice a little more, and sang almost word for word: "Her love has been buried in my heart and smoothed over for a few years, and it still has power!"

Like the nectar after a long time withered heart;

Like the sunshine all the way after the haze is swept away;

When the last word echoed, the long trembling sound finally shattered the defensive defenses of everyone on the scene. In the colorful lights at this moment, no one could remain indifferent.

In the shock of the scene.

Zhang Xiyang's word-by-word pause was like a layer-by-layer progression of emotions, until at the end everything was broken, leaving an indomitable firmness to move forward:

"It is unforgivable but unstoppable

love over the wall at night

is empty but buzzing

Who put a cold gun in your heart

The vow of old love is like a slap in the face

Get a slap every time you remember a sentence

Then you can't smell it for years

I can't smell a woman

Then for several years, I couldn't smell the fragrance of a woman..."

The fragrance of a woman turns and turns, and the cooperation of the band has almost reached its peak. There is no need for the singer and the musicians to discuss in advance. The sound of the keyboard is suddenly very heavy. A completely different version of the recording studio.

This is the charm of the scene!

Zhang Xiyang has never been a singer who follows the rules, and the band has never been willing to be a singer's answer. The fierce collision of art is often so caught off guard. The combination of the piano and several other electronic instruments creates a huge emotional impact wave after wave. , it's still the same song, but it sounds completely different!

Boom boom boom!

The stage exploded amidst the dense drumbeats, all the voices merged and dispersed, the emotions were pushed to the peak, and then fell hard from the sky.

Before the singing was over, the accompaniment stopped suddenly. Zhang Xiyang looked up at the audience, but his eyes were out of focus. No one knew who he was looking at.

"Think

but not available

what are you doing

I can't think of it..."

Zhang Xiyang exhaled lightly, the colorful lights reflected on his face, his eyes gradually gained focus, but the emotion in his voice was no longer strong and deep, like a sentence of relief after seeing through it, so light and so heavy:

"In love, there is no wise man."

A tear fell down his cheek. He didn't wipe it away, but subconsciously lowered his head to avoid it, but he didn't escape the instant capture of the camera.

The accompaniment starts again.

It is as deep and slow as the prelude, but it has some special flavors, which makes people feel the lingering lingering sound, which is still unsatisfactory.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Countless spectators in the audience had tears in their eyes.

Cruising under the light, someone tried to wipe it subconsciously, but both wrists turned in mid-air amidst the sound of sudden boiling, so hundreds of thousands of palms slapped together, gathering like a tide, and then the waves came surging.

Backstage.

The manager also slapped his palms red and uttered a cry without specific meaning, but the host's mixed emotions were in his ears:

"God-level scene..."

This is indeed an undisputed god-level scene.

If the public version of "Song for Myself" is sung for all listeners, then this version is the real version, Zhang Xiyang's song for himself, but when he sang it for himself, he inadvertently touched everyone, no matter they Whether I liked this song or not.

that night.

Even before the end of "Cloud Song Club", a video suddenly spread wildly in countless chat groups inside and outside the industry.

Video Title: Zhang Xiyang God-level Live! ! !

The content of the video is surprisingly Zhang Xiyang's live version of "Song to Myself".

When many classic old songs are not popular, suddenly a singer contributes a god-level scene, or a special version, and then sings this song very popular, with elements of adaptation, elements of emotion, and atmosphere The element of personal play with the singer finally achieved these.