1novels Chapter 51 Surprise
Chapter 51 Surprise
"Welcome to the Masked New Voice National Top 10 Finals! I'm your host, Youyou!"
The cheers of the audience rose and fell, almost completely drowning out Youyou's voice.
Chen Fan listened to the sounds around him, feeling extremely nervous.
Just then, the doorbell rang in the lounge.
Chen Fan opened the door in confusion, only to find Yun Duo, Huo Cheng, and the others standing outside with smiles on their faces.
Each of them was holding an erhu, a guqin, a bamboo flute, and a pipa in their arms.
"How was it?" Du She, always eager to joke around, immediately circled in front of Chen Fan. "Pretty good, buddy?"
Chen Fan looked puzzled: "What do you mean by 'good enough'?"
Upon hearing this, Du She immediately started shouting, "Old Chen, stop pretending! I even provided accompaniment for your performance to support you! Don't get cocky!"
These words left Chen Fan speechless with astonishment.
His gaze swept past Dushe and landed on the remaining few people, who all pretended to be looking down to check the musical instruments in their arms.
Huo Cheng jokingly teased Chen Fan, "Hey Fan-ge, no matter what happened, you have to let us in first, right?"
Chen Fan then stepped aside to let the group in.
"What exactly happened?"
As soon as the door closed, Chen Fan asked impatiently.
After looking around, the group finally elected Yunduo as their representative to explain the matter.
Yun Duo scratched her head, closed her eyes, and resolutely said, "We're going to support you! In our own way!"
"Yes!" Dushe cheered Yunduo on from the side.
Huo Cheng nodded in agreement.
A warm feeling washed over Chen Fan, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.
Seeing his expression, Ji Bai laughed and said, "Don't be too touched. I'm not blindly supporting you; it's mainly to promote 'Master Class'!"
"Yes, yes, yes! We just had a quick practice session with the song you wrote; we're really struggling with the others!"
Dushe got so excited that he blurted out the truth.
Yun Duo nodded in agreement. She didn't say anything, but Chen Fan could tell she was nervous.
"Nervous?" Chen Fan suddenly asked.
Yun Duo immediately shook her head: "Why would I be nervous? It's not like I'm the one singing."
Chen Fan didn't expose them, but simply smiled and said:
"After tomorrow, they'll say I'm 'showing off,' 'emotionless,' and 'trying to attract attention.'"
"Even so, you still want to stand with me?"
The others looked at him and smiled.
Are you nervous too?
Chen Fan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "A little."
"Then we've come to the right place," Dushe said, leaning closer. "Sister Ge told us to tell you this: no matter what questions anyone asks tomorrow, don't answer them. Just sing and leave."
"Know."
As the group went outside, the lights in the corridor cast long shadows of them.
It grew so long that Chen Fan no longer felt lonely.
The venue had 12,000 seats, and every single one was occupied.
The Masked New Voice program moved its grand finale from the studio to the Kyoto Olympic Sports Center.
The stage was designed in the shape of a giant "M", with LED screens covering the entire background and a top-of-the-line lighting system for concerts.
Chen Fan closed his eyes to rest in the backstage dressing room.
Every note, every breath, and every high note in the song "Left Finger Points to the Moon" is etched into muscle memory.
Today is the day to see the results.
The outcome hinges on this one move.
Whether Chinese music can regain its market share depends on tonight's performance.
If he succeeds, he can secure a glimmer of hope for Chinese music.
Although it's difficult, at least there's still a chance.
defeat......
Chen Fan hadn't considered what would happen if he lost.
"Chen Fan, get ready."
The staff knocked on the door.
Chen Fan opened his eyes and got up.
A white Chinese-style stand-up collar shirt with fitted cuffs and the hem tucked into black trousers.
The clothes are very simple, so simple that there isn't a single unnecessary decoration.
The makeup artist wanted to touch up his makeup, but he waved his hand and refused, saying, "No need."
He doesn't need heavy makeup; his features are already good enough to withstand close-up shots.
Even the haters can't get anywhere with this.
As he walked out of the dressing room and through the corridor, he ran into a contestant who had just finished singing.
A young girl singing a pop ballad had red eyes, as if she had just been crying.
"Keep it up!" she said to him.
"Thanks."
He continued walking forward, and at the end of the passage, on the stage, the host was announcing the program.
"Next up is the last contestant of the night."
"He's been surprising us all season, what kind of surprise will he bring us tonight?"
"Stay tuned for Chen Fan and his performance of 'Left Finger Pointing to the Moon'!"
The audience erupted in cheers, with some chanting Chen Fan's name, others shouting "Chinese singer," and still others yelling "Go for it!"
The lights gradually dimmed.
The entire room fell silent.
In the darkness, the sound of an erhu (a two-stringed bowed instrument) rang out.
It's not a backing track, it's a live performance.
The spotlight shone on the left side of the stage.
The audience then realized that it was Yun Duo, a contestant who had already been eliminated, playing the erhu.
Surprise erupted from the audience:
"It's a cloud! It's our little princess! Oh my god! What a surprise collaboration!"
"So delicate! Just like our little princess! She pooped so well!"
"This is such a pleasant surprise! It's not dark at all!"
The music was melancholic, like moonlight falling on snow—cold, lonely, and carrying an indescribable sense of desolation.
The entire venue was so quiet that you could hear the faint rustling of the bow against the strings.
Soon a second lamp lit up on the other side, and Dushe's bamboo flute began to play.
Another commotion erupted in the audience!
"OMG! Isn't this their group?!"
"My adorable Dushe!"
Next up were Ji Bai playing the pipa and Huo Cheng playing the guqin.
The five-person team recreated the scene from the finals of the China Ocean Shipping Company in a different way.
The fans were so moved that they shed tears.
"What a loyal teammate! Learning a traditional musical instrument for Fan Ge!"
"Upstairs +1! It makes my corpse feel warm!"
"I cried! Our Fan Ge has had it so tough! Luckily, he has some amazing teammates like Little Princess!"
"I will always support Fan Ge!"
The sound of the guqin spread out like flowing water.
Chen Fan's voice also unfolded softly.
"Holding the earth in my left hand and the sky in my right."
"Lightning bolts flashed in all directions from the cracks in my palm."
His voice was low, like spring water gushing up from underground.
It's not the kind of deliberate bass that's overpowering; it's a rich, deep resonance from the chest.
Each word was pronounced clearly, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, clean and crisp.
"Time has been swiftly converted into years."
"Throughout three thousand lifetimes, it has been as if I have never seen it."
The chorus is coming.
The arrangement suddenly intensifies, with strings, percussion, and electronic synthesized sound effects pouring in layer upon layer, like a thousand horses galloping in.
"Left hand points to the moon, right hand takes the red thread"
"May you and I be blessed with the love we desire."
He didn't use a falsetto.
He raised his true voice to a height that most male singers wouldn't even dare to dream of.
The tone didn't become thinner; instead, it became clearer as it went higher, like a sky washed clean, a dazzling blue.
On the judging panel, an elderly professor unconsciously straightened his posture.
"The left hand transforms into feathers, the right hand into scales."
"In one lifetime I was in the clouds, in another lifetime I was in the forest."
In the second chorus, he added coloratura.
It's a coloratura soprano-style leaping scale, sung by a male voice, like somersaulting high in the sky, with each transition landing steadily.
I pick you up with my left hand and put you down with my right.
"When you clasp your hands together, everything is drawn back into your heart."
He lowered his voice during this part.
It's not about lowering the key, it's about singing with restraint, like gathering all the starlight in the sky into a single firefly in the palm of your hand.