I’m Really a Superstar

Under the spotlight.

The recording of "The King of Masked Singer" has entered the countdown.

three days left.

There are only three days left.

…

Home.

This morning.

Zhang Ye felt a little uncomfortable after getting up. His head felt a little swollen, mainly due to a cough in his throat, but he didn't take it seriously. It might be that he was under too much pressure these days or practiced for too long, so he had a slight cold. , he estimated that he would be fine after taking some medicine.

The mother who was cooking suddenly said: "Son."

Zhang Ye said: "Ah."

Mom smiled and said: "Your dad and I discussed it yesterday and planned to go to Hainan for a while and travel. We haven't gone out much for so many years."

Dad didn’t really want to go out, “Are you really going?”

"Didn't we agree?" Mom glared.

Zhang Ye said happily: "Go ahead, it's good to have fun."

Mom hummed and glanced at him, "Are you going to reimburse me?"

Zhang Ye said: "Give it, you must give it!"

Mom said: "That's okay. Have we booked tickets then?"

Zhang Ye said: "Let's order it. You can have fun with my dad and I'll pay for all the expenses."

"Can you just stay with me alone?" Dad didn't feel reassured.

The mother curled her lips and said, "How old is your son? Do you need to worry about him?"

Zhang Ye smiled: "You two, just leave me alone. If I'm hungry, I'll eat something outside. I won't starve to death."

Mom said: "We will be back in a few days, so hurry up and find a job."

"Okay, I got it." Zhang Ye said.

My mother has a hot temper and she has to do whatever she says. Part of Zhang Ye's personality also followed his mother's.

After booking the hotel and air tickets that day, my parents packed up their luggage and went to the Capital Airport to catch the flight that afternoon, leaving right away!

night.

Zhang Ye cooked a bag of instant noodles and then took some cold medicine. I went to bed early.

The next day.

When I got up from the bed again. Zhang Ye almost fell there. His head was a little dizzy and his feet were a little weak. Only then did he realize that his cold was getting worse. And he also has a fever!

Depend on!

No way?

Will you let me off the hook at the critical moment?

Zhang Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry. There was originally a rehearsal at Beijing Satellite TV today. He had to discuss songs and arrangements with the band teacher, but Zhang Ye estimated that he might not be able to get out of this state. So he took the "Joker's" phone number and called his contact Han Qi and asked for leave.

Han Qi was also very nervous. "Teacher, are you okay?"

"fine."

"The show will be recorded tomorrow, this..."

"Just in time."

"You are the starter. It's too late to make a substitution now."

"I know."

"Let me go see you. Where do you live?"

"Need not."

"Then. Then you can take good care of your health and we can talk about rehearsing the song tomorrow."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ye quickly forced himself to get up. I rummaged through the cabinets and found a bunch of medicines for colds and fevers. I took them in one go and continued to lie down and sleep. I also hope that my cold will get better soon, otherwise it will affect tomorrow's game, which would be stupid.

There were so many outstanding singers on the stage of "The King of Masked Singer". Although Zhang Ye didn't know their names, once he saw their aura and heard their voices, he knew that every one of them was a strong rival, let alone Zhang Ye. He went to sing when he had a cold. Even if he faced it in his best condition, he might not be able to win. He couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be eliminated in the first round, so he was quite anxious!

Give it to me quickly!

If you lose in the first round and are forced to reveal yourself, how will you play in the future?

But things are counterproductive. Sometimes the more you think about it, the more serious it becomes!

…

Friday.

The day of the recording.

The time between recording and broadcasting of TV programs in this world is much shorter than that of Zhang Ye's world. Because of the live audience during the recording, a lot of news and the results of winning and losing will be revealed in advance, and it is impossible to hide it. Therefore, considering that if the time is too long, it will also have an impact on the effect of the program when it is broadcast, so the "King of Masked Singer" column team has compressed the time again, recording on Friday and broadcasting at 8 p.m. on Saturday. There was only one day between them, which was enough, but they did not allow any accidents to happen. Everyone was very careful and focused, because once there were recording problems or accidents, they would not be able to catch up with the next day. If it is broadcast, there will be a big problem!

It's about five o'clock in the morning.

Before dawn.

Everyone from the "King of Masked Singer" column on Beijing Satellite TV has already arrived.

At the recording site, the entire venue has been renovated. It is very shocking at first sight. The stage, lighting, venue, and audio equipment are all the best in the industry. The column group that has won a naming fee of 1.5 billion has also been released. They are just throwing money into it regardless of the cost. They just want to keep silent and become a blockbuster! The leaders of the Beijing TV station are also very cooperative. This is the most important program created by their Beijing TV station this year. There is no one else. The hard work of the station and the hard work of the column team are all put on this program!

"Brother Hu, Teacher Xiyanghong is here!"

"So early?"

"She was not very satisfied with the song she rehearsed yesterday and changed some things in the arrangement. She wanted to come over and join the band again. She is already in the second rehearsal room!"

"Okay, we will start recording officially at 1pm, so hurry up and get ready!"

"yes!"

"clear!"

"Hey, where is Teacher Zhang Ye?"

"You're not here, are you?"

"Here he is, I just went downstairs and saw him getting out of the car and coming in."

"Really? I didn't see it."

"I didn't see it either. Did you see it wrong?"

"The BMW X5 is Teacher Zhang's car."

"Don't worry about Teacher Zhang for now. The biggest variable now is Teacher Clown. Where is Han Qi! Xiao Han! Is Teacher Clown here?"

"He's already here, Xiao Han is going to pick him up!"

"Is he healed?"

"I do not know."

"Let's go and have a look! If the clown teacher can't record it, it will be in trouble! At this time, we can't find anyone else!"

Backstage.

Outside the rehearsal room.

The clown came with a mask again, and no one saw how he came in. When Han Qi received him, the clown had already changed his clothes, and the mask covered his face!

Han Qi said in surprise: "Teacher Clown, are you okay?"

The clown was silent for a moment and then said: "It's... good."

This opening. That hoarse and even intermittent voice was immediately exposed!

Han Qi was stunned. "you……"

Not long after, the door to the rehearsal room opened.

Sunset Hong walked out of it and was startled when she saw the man in the clown mask at the door. There was a smile in the eyes under the mask. She had heard snippets of several worker songs sung by this clown. He seemed to be very curious about his identity. He didn't know what weird song this "50-year-old driver" with a bel canto voice would sing this time, so he inquired about the enemy and said, "Teacher Clown. What song did you choose?" He changed it deliberately. She didn't want to expose herself.

Then the clown spoke. She was also stunned.

The clown said dumbly: "I don't think so."

Sunset Red: "Your throat..."

The clown spread his hands and said, "Severe... cold... cold."

Xiyanghong immediately said: "Stop talking. If you can, say as little as possible. Have you gone to the hospital? Have you applied isolation? No, you are too serious. It's useless to apply isolation!"

Han Qi was so anxious that he stamped his feet, "What, what should I do?"

suddenly. Hu Fei, Brother Hou Xiaolu and others also rushed over. Upon hearing the clown's current voice state, everyone's expressions changed slightly and they fell silent.

Da Fei gritted his teeth and said: "Substitute, Brother Hu!"

Hu Fei said: "How to change? It's too late now!"

Xiao Lu exclaimed, "This is so bad!"

"We'll be recording this afternoon!" Brother Hou was also in a hurry.

However, the clown looked at them and smiled. He was obviously so ill, but his mentality seemed to be better than all of them, "I'm fine... I can sing."

Han Qi asked anxiously: "How do you sing!"

The clown didn't listen and went straight into the rehearsal room, "Rehearse...the song, cough cough cough cough!"

When he walked in, everyone looked at him and found that the clown's steps were frivolous and a little wobbly!

When the members of the Miracle Wheel band looked at him, their hearts trembled.

Music director Bai Yuanfei came up immediately, "Is that okay?"

The clown smiled and said, "Okay."

Bai Yuanfei nodded, "Then, let's try it first."

The drummer of Miracle Wheel said: "How can we sing like this? If we sing, we will definitely be eliminated!"

The guitarist sighed: "The clown sings bel canto, but this voice can't be used at all..."

"I can also sing pop... music and rock music." The clown spoke.

The guitarist said: "You can't do this!"

The clown said in a very firm tone, "No...you have to!"

lose?

disuse?

Zhang Ye is not afraid. If he loses, he will lose. He is not someone who cannot afford to lose. What he can't accept is that he doesn't even have the courage to step on the stage. He has been in the industry for so many years, what kind of big storms has he not seen? What mountains of swords and seas of fire have you not endured? He can lose, but even if he loses, he will lose standing on the stage!

This is Zhang Ye!

There is a wolf nature in my heart!

There is no word "retreat" in his dictionary!

Thinking of this, Zhang Ye suddenly knew what song he was going to sing today, and the melody and lyrics of a song came out involuntarily!

He wants to tell the audience.

who is he!

Where is he from!

Where is he going?

Zhang Ye picked up the pen and paper and immediately started writing the score.

Music director Bai Yuanfei and the band teachers looked in disbelief.

Bai Yuanfei took a breath and said, "You, you still want to sing an original song?"

Zhang Ye nodded.

The bassist slapped his forehead, convinced, "You are in this physical condition, and you still want to sing an original song? This is too difficult, can't we make something simpler?"

The guitarist also disagreed, "And the audience may not necessarily buy it. How receptive will they be to hearing a song they have never heard before for the first time? There is a question mark on this. You don't have a good voice today." , if you continue to take such risks, you will definitely be eliminated!"

Zhang Ye looked at them firmly and handed the score over, "My... first... song must be... this one!" (To be continued.):