The Idol Group and the Crown

Knowing that it was a finalist, the company arranged two sets of drafts in advance.

One set is how to win a prize and step down, and the other set is how to give opponents a chance and give yourself room in the media interview if the competition fails.

Everyone was too lazy to speak, unanimously said that the captain would say a few words on our behalf.

Although Huo Jian entered the industry late, he was highly savvy and diligent. One year of public relations speech lesson was more than enough to speak spf.

Then Uncle Jiang knocked the heads of the six people in turn with the newspaper.

"Eighteen-do things-still-rough!"

Huo Jian didn't expect that he would be knocked on his head, and he pressed his forehead with his palm to help him.

"Is this a question of speech?" Uncle Jiang said fiercely: "If Corona won the award for the first time, if you got this level, you will give it to the captain without saying anything. How does the outside world think of Huo Jian? Have you thought about it? ?"

Several other people recovered, and mumbled: "As for this magnifying glass..."

"People are looking forward to catching the wind and saying that the six of you are in disagreement," Uncle Jiang threw the manuscript over: "The six people all said a word, the captain summed up!"

The result was the moment when the prize was really won. Six people stood in the center of the cross stage and were stared at by the large lens of the spotlights. The award-winning joy did not feel much at the moment, and they were all urgently thinking about how the original draft came back.

——Corona is a rookie from Asia this year from sales to word of mouth. It is indeed deserved to take this award.

The captain waited unhurriedly for the teammates to finish the words of thanks, which made everyone look at them with a humble smile, and bowed together to thank the industry and fans for their support and encouragement.

The guests handed them a silver comet trophy.

The heavy one, holding it in his arms like a shot.

When I sat back in my position, the teenagers finally recovered, and afterwards they smirked and hid from the camera, not happy.

The awards were announced all the way to the final crown award.

Before the host opened his mouth, the magnificent curtain with gold powder in the center of the stage had risen, revealing the iconic crown.

Bright rubies are set in the center, and diamonds and white gold set off against each other, even if they are completely static, they will flash with the streamer.

——This is a pure gold style designed by French classic designer Jean Vico. The price of the single top has exceeded hundreds of thousands of yuan.

It is glory, but also the fanaticism and dreams of countless artists.

"This year's Crown Awards for individuals and groups are indeed very competitive."

"Yes, there are excellent artists from 12 countries participating in the competition, and their works have their own highlights."

Suddenly the conference hall was quiet, completely without the previous sense of idleness.

The host began to introduce the shortlisted artists and related works, and the teenagers sat up slightly and were instinctively nervous.

They have heard of this award many times.

Uncle Jiang must mention it every New Year, the company's high-level meeting will mention, fans will post on Weibo as early as possible, TV news will carry out large-scale reports and introductions.

The osc crown award is only awarded to the highest level of artists and groups in Asia every year.

Pursuit of originality, encourage innovation and guidance, the strictness of the review process is highly respected by the trust of people in the industry.

——How strong are those seniors in order to get that crown?

The name reported by the host Huo Jian is unfamiliar, and others have only known it more or less.

The styles of works in different countries are quite different, and the work is usually too busy. In fact, there is not much time to care about these.

Soon the award was announced, and a male artist and a three-person girl group took the stage to receive the award with a smile, and performed their winning works in public according to the usual practice.

At the moment when the music sounded, Huo Jian's breath suddenly stopped for a few seconds.

The male artist who won the single award was dancing, with a gesture and state he had never imagined.

He sang and danced in a group of dances at the same time, and his limbs were swinging up and down almost at the speed of strobe. If it was not seen with his own eyes, Huo Jian would even think it was a double-speed lens.

--how did you do that? !

Why can he open and close his arms four times a second? ?

The entertainer from Singapore was conquering all the people present with a shocking live performance.

As soon as he danced, it seemed that not only the joints of his limbs and his soul were trembling like an electric current, but even the speed of air seemed to be controlled and mobilized.

The electronic music is psychedelic and messy, and the variable-speed beat is cropped carelessly and ingeniously.

No one can deny that this award can only belong to him.

Huo Jian clung to the chair subconsciously, and at the end of the show, he finally released his strength and continued to applaud smiling at the camera.

After the three cameras left, he turned sideways and called out Brother Yun.

Xie Lianyun crossed his fingers without saying a word, and also split the arrangement structure of the work on the spot.

"...The gap is wide."

"Yes." Xie Lianyun raised his finger to support the silver-rimmed glasses. He sighed slightly: "He is both a commodity and a work, and all the structures are beautiful without jumping out."

Huo Jian was curious about how Corona was not shortlisted this year when he heard Uncle Jiang receive the invitation letter.

Now with such a comparison, they are already extremely lucky to get the newcomer award.

On the typhoon, on the maturity and freshness of the work, their new group just debuted is still far away.

The neat and powerful jump is just a starting point.

Even more-they need to get more and more.

When it was time to celebrate the feast, the men and Uncle Jiang took turns to toast three rounds of wine, and tacitly waited for the end of the entertainment before returning to the hotel for a body-building meal.

The feast of foie gras and charcoal-grilled steak at the feast of the feast could not be touched. They ate some cold dishes and purple cabbage in a few hours.

"It's been a hard work today, take a good rest." Uncle Jiang rubbed his face with a hot towel, but the alcohol hasn't subsided yet: "I didn't have time to go around here this time, the album hasn't been finished yet, I will be on the plane tomorrow morning Ordered."

"You also go to bed earlier." Bo Ju draws up the curtain and says: "Work hard."

Huo Jiansi thought for a moment, before Uncle Jiang closed the door and asked: "Is boss Pei coming?"

"Come, 302." Uncle Jiang yawned through the door: "Why are you looking for him?"

"I want to ask about the choreography." Huo Jian frowned: "The crown award...the gap is too big."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself." Uncle Jiang laughed instead: "You can't worry about it. The senior who won the award today has been through this for 20 years. How long have you been out?"

That being said, Huo Jian still hangs in the night fog-like anxiety.

His sense of security was suddenly shaken.

In the time of the country, most of the old boy groups faded out of the entertainment circle with age. The new boy group is currently only dominated by the corona family, which is the time when the limelight is immense.

First the concert and the invited osc Asia ceremony, he originally felt that everything was extremely stable.

Seeing the world today, he realized that he was just a newcomer.

Insignificant among the superstars.

Huo Jian greeted Bo Jue in the same room and hurried to the 302 gate.

He hadn't seen boss Pei for more than half a month, and now he reached out to knock on the door, but he was inexplicably hesitant.

The teenager lowered his head and settled, or tapped twice quickly.

After a while, faint footsteps came from the door.

The other party glanced in the cat's eyes and opened the door: "How come the little student came?"

Huo Jian looked at him subconsciously, suddenly realizing that he was looking up.

He stood in front of Pei Ruye when he was fifteen, one meter seven and five, and the other person one meter eight and seven.

You have to look up at him, like a child.

Now 19 years old, he is one meter eighty-five, the other party is one meter nine-two, and he must look up to look at him.

Pei Ruye also has a calm mind that Huo Jian can't imitate.

Calm, insightful, calm to the human feel with a bit of the game.

The man had just finished taking a shower, and several strands of hair were wet on the forehead, his eyes examined and smiled.

Huo Jian recovered, realizing that he had not responded for five or six seconds, and took a step back in disguise.

Pei Ru didn't urge him to speak, opened the door and returned to the table, refilled himself with a glass of whiskey. After thinking about it, he put the bottle back and found a bottle of skim milk from the refrigerator. Huo Jian.

Huo Jian frowned at the milk in his hands, and wanted to say that I was all nineteen, not a child.

But he lowered his head and summoned him first.

"teacher."

It seems that once this title is exported, the following communication will be much simpler.

"I saw the scene of the Crown Award."

Instead, there is a kind of secret grievance.

Pei Ru also shook the amber liquor in the glass, and smiled from the corner of his lips.

"anything else."

"How did he do it?" Huo Jian simply lay opposite him, sitting in a high chair with an annoyed tone: "I remembered every movement of his dance and couldn't jump out at all."

"And the man is still singing while jumping to increase the key, there is no problem with the three transfers."

Huo Jian didn't realize he was relying on him.

He is the captain. Even if he is anxious, he will instinctively press down negative emotions and concerns, and try not to affect other teammates.

But in front of Pei Ruye, just ask anything.

Complaining occasionally is fine.

In front of him, he is not the captain, nor the SPF contracted entertainer, just his students.

Huo Jian unknowingly followed his own words all the way down.

"That winning combination used Yodel singing, why haven't I ever thought that Acapella can cooperate with Yodel?"

"Don't their albums need to be revised at all? Why is the sound texture so clean..."

Pei Ru also saw that the milk was finished, and quietly renewed him another half a glass.

The teenager was half lying on the bar, sipping his eyelashes and said, "I don't think I'm strong at all."

"indeed."

Huo Jian immediately looked up at him.

"Teacher." He said, "You can't do this."

"How can't it be?" Pei Ru also pushed the glass aside and said lazily: "You are not strong enough, I am not enough to teach."

It is also frankly admitting mistakes.

"I should reflect on it and write back a three-thousand-word review to you."

Huo Jian thought about it and shook his head: "No way."

"Teacher," he didn't joke with him, seriously: "The choreography of the new album... let's make it harder."

"I'm going to ask Uncle Jiang to give us more rehearsal time."

It was already half past midnight, and the teenager had no sleepiness.

His ambition was suddenly emboldened.

"I want to get that crown, and Brother Yun Ju also thinks about it."

"Teacher, you teach us more, can you?"

Pei Ru also handed him a tissue and walked back to the workbench to remove the USB drive beside the computer.

"You don't have to talk to him in the past."

He put the USB stick in the right palm of the teenager, and the tone was unconsciously spoiled.

"The schedule and the team have already arranged. Let's take a look back at the copies of these dances."

"Teaching you for three years...Almost counted, it should be a little harder."

Now corona's male group dance is only skin phase but not bone.

When the essence of the bones is in place, we need to find where the soul is.

-Take it slowly.

The USB disk is a silver-red shell, smooth and cold in the palm, as if it were a gift.

Huo Jian didn't expect to get the answer so soon, and the state changed like a little wolf puppet's tail.

"Teacher, have you finished the choreography of the main song?"

"Go back to sleep first."

"Teacher, I told you last time I want to learn Reggae--"

"Go back to sleep first." Pei Ru also poured the last half of the bottle of ice milk into the bottom of the glass, lazily said: "You still have to get up to catch the plane in four and a half hours."

Huo Jian quickly drank from the USB flash drive and smiled in his eyes.

"Teacher, see you on the 16th floor."

Pei Ru also took him to the door and smiled leaning against the door frame.

"Well, see you on the 16th floor."

-2-

This second secondary school was written almost entirely in fragmented time and was named "nonsense".

The first "Gemstone" is full of vitality and tension, and the second is to unlock more shackles and find a breakthrough force.

"A sense of absurdity" has a total of 14 songs. It is positioned for the gym to sprint for review and seek inner support. Even slow songs will give people firmness and recognition.

Xie Lianyun wrote nine demos one after the other, and finally retained five by Teacher Zhong and other senior officials.

Both the Chinese and English specialties have been recorded one after another. In November, the choreography is familiar, and in December, I started shooting mv and pushing the song process.

"I had always said that I would sing in January," Uncle Jiang whispered when he sent them back to the company: "Boss Pei stared at you and did not finish the choreography. I have to spare time to practice now."

"From now on to the Chinese New Year, I have pushed other announcements and advertisements, and don’t waste time learning."

"Yes yes." Xie Lianyun poked coolly at the elevator button: "Also said to take us to the Maldives for a holiday--"

"Fart." Jiang Shu kicked his butt: "Dancing again and again and again will not be sweet for next year!"

So they once again entered the old state of staying in a hexagonal glass dance studio every day.

Bo Ju still communicates with the team to coordinate the arrangement of the instrumental music. Xie Liyun occasionally skips two classes and writes three juniors in advance. Their two functions are partial creation, usually with fewer dance steps, and the relative pressure will be much less.

Huo Jian almost fell asleep on the 16th floor.

When boss Pei said that he could do it, he would not be merciless as soon as the difficulty increased.

He can now hear the sound of bamboo knives when dreaming.

"The first step is to find the perfect spot for all basic movements in the mirror."

All dances are summed up at the end, and there are only a few hundred human movements.

The rest are endless permutations and combinations.

The man's voice was cold and cold.

The teenager's whole body training suit has been soaked in sweat, and he is still flying on the drum like an eagle falcon with open wings.

"The second step is to forget the mirror."

You need to be completely familiar with everything about dancing.

Then forget about the mirror and start to feel and create without thinking.

The bamboo knife knocked several times on the floor, and the crisp sound sounded like a pine branch falling into snow.

Huo Jian closed his eyes, raised his arms and turned around, and the arc force of each action no longer needed to be confirmed with his eyes.

"The third step is to become a moving rhythm."

To be able to be awakened by any beat of the roadside.

Even if your drowsiness hasn't faded, even if you stand in the dark, your body must be born to fit any rhythm.

Then continue dancing as instinctively.

Mei Shengyao Chi Ji and Long Jia accompanied him every day to practice at eight o'clock in the evening, the rest of the time to continue to practice song fitness, occasionally take a bath to rest in advance.

Huo Jian will continue to practice until midnight after they leave.

The heart is indifferent, the eight winds are still.

Pei Ru also found him more than three thousand mv choreographers from different countries. He watched them all within a week, and automatically created a material library in his mind, remembering every frame clearly.

Fast and slow variable speed freestyle practice has become common practice. Sometimes Pei Ruye doesn't even beat. He taps the beat randomly with a bamboo knife, and he improvises and dances in the hive with his eyes closed, as if he never tires.

Bo Jujue saw that Huo Jian could see back to the naked eye and cut back.

In the zoo, I got some apple muscles, and now my chin is thin and pointed.

Bo Jue didn't take it seriously, and the next day, he took the apple and pear and went back to the 17th floor to stew.

Apple is originally a spice, peeled and cut into small pieces, and then slowly simmered in Sydney juice. The rich and fragrant fragrance tickles the heart of a person who is scratched like a hook.

This soup not only nourishes the spleen and stomach, but also calms down a lot when you sleep.

A small fire gurgles on the stove, and the sweet scent floats unscrupulously in the dry and cold air of the deep winter.

Xie Lianyun first came over the probe and pouted: "Dude, share a bowl?"

"No point." Bo Jue stirred the spoon lazily, "You're about to cross the line. It's inappropriate for the whole team to go to the penalty station in winter."

Xie Lianyun dismissed: "If you don't give it, you won't give it.

Then Ji Ji and Mei Sheng came over with a probe.

"Report! The captain is still training. Teacher Pei seems to be teaching him choreography and locking!"

Bo Ju shut down the fire and gave each younger brother a small bowl.

"Don't be hot." He reached out and rubbed Mei Shengyao's hair: "Is it sour?"

"Apple is a little bit, but the soup tastes just right!" Mei Sheng's eyes smiled and smiled: "Brother Bo's hand is so clever!"

"Koike has another bowl?"

"Okay, what~~"

Two little ones went away contentedly, Long Ji just finished taking a shower, rubbed his hair and leaned to the kitchen door, and called the teacher with a thin smile.

"Without your share." Bo Jue glanced at him: "The rest is bladed."

"Just a small bowl." Long Ji coaxed: "I haven't tasted the soup stewed by Xiaobo's teacher, this is not suitable."

Bo Jue put the lid on the pot, said fiercely: "There is no apple soup, a bunch of apple peels."

"Teacher Xiaobo--" Long Ji reached out and followed his smooth, satin-like hair, leaning against the wall and refusing to walk, screaming again: "Bo Jue, let me give me a sip and leave."

Thin Ju twisted his eyebrows and said, "Will the spoon be used here? Would you like me to feed?"

Long Ji was just staring at his eyebrows. The two stared at each other for a second while realizing that something was wrong.

They quickly turned their eyes to the side.

"Let's go first." Long Ji turned around and said: "You remember texting Huo Huo, he now comes back and falls asleep."

"know."

Waiting for the footsteps to go away, Bo Ju looked down at the bubble of apple soup in the pot for a while, and took a small bowl to hold it out.

He silently placed the sweet soup on the table in front of the Longshuimen, and knuckles knocked twice before returning to the room to close the door.

After a while, Long Ji slowly opened the door, first glanced at the soup at the door, and then looked at the thin closed door.

He laughed dumbly, sitting at the door and watching the door sip the soup, went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and put them back, and went back to the room to sleep peacefully.

When Huo Jian returned to the 17th floor, it was already 12:30 in the evening.

Everyone was basically asleep, and Bo Jue kept him a night light.

He had seen the text message earlier, and he swiftly ate and eat all the apple and pear soup, and his body became much warmer.

Bo Jue didn't sleep, and was still cleaning up the skin care water, cleanser, shaving cream scattered in the bathroom.

He has been doing these trivial little things very well, but most of the time it is not because of cleanliness, but because of the things in his heart.

Huo Jian said hello and thanked him, saying that the sweet soup was delicious.

Bo Jue responded with a smile, urging him to take a shower and rest quickly.

After taking another shower, Huo Jian saw that he still hadn't left, and was too busy to wipe the mist on the mirror with disinfectant paper towels.

"brother?"

Huo Jian didn't ask him what was bothering him, and said with a toothbrush in his mouth, "I'll help you with hair."

Bo Ju is still intently wiping the mirror: "OK."

Bo Qiu's long hair hung down on the waist, looking at the elegant classic, in fact, it is very difficult to take care of in daily life.

When everyone lived in the zoo's Datong shop, they discovered this problem the first night.

If the hair is too long, if you don't knit it well before going to bed, you will wake up the next day and it will be knotted, and it will be more time consuming.

——So taking turns to help thin 玾绾 hair has also become corona's traditional bedtime routine.

Huo Blade held the horn comb to help him comb his long hair up and down, and gently held the hair bundle to help his brother braid his hair.

Bo Jue was still looking at himself in the mirror and suddenly asked: "Huo Huo, when you were in junior high school... Have you ever been in love?"

Huo Jian smiled and said: "Where is the time, no."

Bo Ju said dullly: "Neither am I."

I've been busy playing the piano before, so I haven't met any suitable person.

"Then...what type of person would you choose if you were in love?"

"I don't know." Huo Jiandan said calmly: "I haven't even watched a soap opera, and I don't know how it feels to like people."

"It's very simple. I want to be hugged by him, always want to be beside him, and occasionally think that he will be in a good mood." Bo Jue looked at him sideways, laughing a little self-deprecatingly: "It may also be my novel See more and always like to think."

The young man's movements made a sharp red ear.

When he heard these words, the first person that appeared in his mind was actually Pei Ruye.