The actor is always teasing me [Entertainment]

After Christmas is the preparations for the New Year's Eve party of various TV stations. At this time, all the artists are very busy. The crew of "Raise the Gun" took a few days off by the way, and waited until after the festival to make up for it.

The timing of Fang Qinliu's emergence wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either.The programs of each station have already been decided, and it seems inappropriate to insert one in the middle, but the traffic is linked to the ratings, and no TV station wants to give up such a good opportunity.

Therefore, the main actors of the "End of the World" crew received invitations from the local TV station that broadcast the show, to send blessings to the audience in the middle of the party, and chat a few words by the way.

The traffic that became popular earlier has already made reservations, and many of them are for the highest bidder. Therefore, this unknown local station can invite very few first-line stars, and because the style is relatively traditional, this kind of entertainment-style party will be held The performance is not good, but it has been sticking to the bottom of the ratings on the last day of each year.

The director was very excited during the rehearsal mobilization: "This time we have released a TV series that breaks the curse. I believe we will be able to complete the counterattack turning point and head for glory by the end of this year. Comrades, this is our hope. Look at it. Seeing that they are second to last, we have never been so stable..."

However, as soon as the rehearsal started, it was forced to stop.

A third-tier singer in the middle suddenly couldn't come due to physical reasons. The chief director in charge of the party saw that the director's face, who was still full of enthusiasm just now, gradually turned into a liver color, so he had to pretend to be calm and made arrangements, and asked softly with a frown. The assistant director was a few minutes away.

10 minutes, the time for two songs.

It seemed that he couldn't get over it with just a few casual remarks. The chief director's forehead began to sweat, and then his gaze began to scan like a searchlight. Finally, he spotted the crew members of "The End of the World" who were preparing for an interview off the stage, and their eyes lit up.

So Fang Qinliu and the others received a new notice that a singing session was added to the original talk show, and the songs they sang were the theme song and ending song of "The End of the World".

Chu Qi muttered with some dissatisfaction: "There is no such clause in the contract, and the live broadcast will be officially broadcast the day after tomorrow. If we don't do well, we will blame us."

Chen Xingxing and Dong Lin were not very happy either. They were both actors, and their singing skills were really average. It was even a shortcoming for Dong Lin. If they exposed their weaknesses to the public, they might not be able to gain a good reputation.

But it's impossible to tear yourself apart from the TV station, and the appearance fee is a bit higher than before. The station director bit his cigarette butt and patted the table richly and said: "Add money, don't say it, add!"

Everyone thought about it again, and the exposure time was 10 minutes longer, so it was regarded as an extra announcement, and it passed after gritting their teeth, wasn't it just singing.

Fang Qinliu was also a little surprised by this sudden change, and then his surprise turned into joy. Before, he could only say that he was here to fill up the number, but now he is actually going to the New Year's Eve party.

Some are happy and some are sad, the situation is urgent, they can only practice in the recording studio first, the director team even promised that they can fake it if it doesn't work.

Speaking of this, no one was embarrassed to refuse.

When he really entered the recording studio, Fang Qinliu realized why everyone was so resistant.

As a girl, Luo Zixin's vocal range is relatively higher, Chu Qi's vocal range is a bit higher than Luo Zixin's, and the rest of Chen Xi, Dong Lin, and Chen Xingxing are not as high. In contrast, Fang Qinliu's vocal range is the widest. It's a disaster for these few guys to sing a song together.

The recording master rubbed his ears, what does it feel like to hear camels, horses and donkeys braying together?He was taught.

Especially in the middle there is Dong Lin who is out of tune.

Several teachers got together to discuss and divided them into different parts. Fang Qinliu was the fulcrum in the middle, responsible for the transition and balance of the whole, while Donglin was deleted and only two sentences were left. I'm just in charge of making a generally good-looking vase next to it, and I feel very happy.

Fang Qinliu sang the most steadily, so he also sang the most solo parts, with both high and low notes. After singing a few times, he was affirmed by several teachers.

He took off the earphones, sweat broke out on his forehead because he sang several times in a row, wiped his sweat and went to the recording room to listen to the effect, frowned, thinking that it was not good enough.

"We will modify the sound slightly when it is broadcast, so it should be almost the same." The recording teacher patted Fang Qinliu on the shoulder, "Thanks for your hard work."

Fang Qinliu nodded and drank a few sips of water. Others also walked out of the recording studio one after another. It seemed that they had almost practiced. After all, the standards for actors and singers are different, and it will not be difficult for them to be temporarily ordered.

Fang Qinliu, who followed these two songs in his head, practiced alone several times after the rehearsal, until his throat started to feel itchy. After returning to the hotel, he took medicine and took a mouthful of syrup, feeling the coolness in his throat. relieved.

The rehearsal for two consecutive days still felt a bit insufficient for Fang Qinliu, but there was nothing he could do about it. He wished he could split himself into several pieces and practice a different part with each piece.

Dong Lin sat comfortably at the side and drank his drink slowly. Looking at the solemn expression on Fang Qinliu's face, he couldn't help but feel lucky that he was born with tone deafness, so he patted Fang Qinliu's shoulder naturally and said, "Relax, fans are more than happy to hear you." You're more forgiving than you think."

Fans are tolerant, but it doesn't mean he is tolerant to himself.Fang Qinliu has been told so many times about this stubbornness since he was a child, but he still can't change it. The things in his bones can't be turned into something else.

December 31 finally came, with a special sense of ceremony.Almost everyone is immersed in the memories of the past year. There are 360 ​​and 360 days in a year, and there are always [-] and [-] days with regrets.

And all the regrets will be promised a new start the next day.

On the day of the live broadcast, Fang Qinliu rested in the backcourt, took advantage of the time to adjust his mentality while preparing for makeup, and absent-mindedly checked Weibo.

Almost all artists posted on Weibo on this day to summarize their past year. Some were encouraging themselves, some were complaining to fans, and some were laughing at themselves.

There seem to be all kinds of showbiz, good, bad, true and false.

Bai Qi's latest Weibo is the New Year's Eve preview of a well-known TV station, and his original Weibo was still posted a few days ago. He took a photo of the Christmas apple and posted it on Weibo, accompanied by his own Weibo. Half a face and the familiar scissorhands.

Fang Qinliu suddenly smiled unexpectedly, and the makeup artist was taken aback by him: "Don't laugh, just bear with it."

The corners of his lips had to be retracted, and most of the tension and uneasiness in his heart disappeared suddenly. This year, he didn't seem to have any regrets.

The TV station used the "End of the World" crew's debut preview as a gimmick, and specially created a cool effect with a different style of painting, but because of the inherent red school style of the station and the festive combination, it brought out an indescribable atmosphere smell.

Finally, around eleven o'clock, it was the turn of the crew of "The End of the World" to appear on the stage. First, there was a brief introduction and a short interview. The positive breath of socialist core values ​​almost overflowed the screen.

The statistic guy in the backstage saw the real-time ratings of his TV station rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was so moved that he burst into tears. It wasn't a fault of style, it was the power of traffic!

The familiar melody sounded, and Fang Qin took a breath without a trace.

However, at the beginning of the entry point of the first sentence, the melody stopped abruptly.

Fang Qinliu didn't realize that something was wrong before he sang the lyrics aloud like a conditioned reflex.

He is too familiar.

During these few seconds, the entire stage was suddenly quiet, leaving only the clear and magnetic voice reverberating, ups and downs, ups and downs, every point was extremely precise.

Even if the other hand of the person who is singing it is not holding the microphone, the other hand is trembling slightly.

The backstage panicked at this moment, and the minds of the interns in the tuning room went blank, and tears rolled in their eyes almost immediately.The teacher next to him poked his forehead heavily: "You are really good at it, you are really good at it!"

As things stand now, adding music directly would be rather abrupt.

Although the tuning teacher was flustered, he still listened carefully to the part Fang Qinliu sang, and could only cut it from the first node.

As the first long ending sound was about to hit the ground, the teacher of the mixer slowly slid the audio button up with trembling hands.

The background music on the stage slowly intervened again, and the voice changed from low to high, and the second singer immediately followed up, connecting perfectly.

Everyone involved in the rehearsal knew that this was a live accident.

But the audience didn't know it, just like it was designed, the a cappella opened, and the young man with a unique temperament exuded his own charm throughout the stage.

Fang Qinliu was shining, at that moment he seemed to be the king on the stage, even though the popularity of the people around him was not lower than him, but the tenderness of his half-closed eyes made everyone forget that this was supposed to be a multi-person show .

It wasn't until the whole process went smoothly according to the rehearsal process, and after the group bowed to the audience, the staff of the program team took their microphones naturally while apologizing, that they realized that Fang Qinliu's microphone was completely is damp.

And the young man just nodded, walked backstage as if nothing happened, and sat silently in the lounge waiting for the final appearance.

The familiar ringtone of the mobile phone rang, and Fang Qinliu, who was resting with his head up and eyes closed, moved his adam's apple, opened his eyes and took the mobile phone handed over by Guo Xing. The word "Bai Qi" on it danced happily.

Bai Qi seldom calls him, is there something urgent?At this juncture, there should be half an hour before his performance over there.

Fang Qinliu frowned slightly, and answered the phone without thinking, when a "Hello" rang on the other end, and there was a sudden silence from both sides.

"Are you okay?" Bai Qi's clear voice came through the phone, with a strange feeling, Fang Qinliu bit his lower lip, wanted to speak but found his throat stagnated.

Bai Qi waited for two seconds and didn't get a response. Then he recalled the accident that Xiao Wang had gossiped about on a certain show, and his voice softened: "If you feel tired, just say it."

The suppressed emotions in Fang Qinliu's heart suddenly began to flood like a flood bursting a bank, and another indescribable emotion quickly grew like a vine, occupying his entire atrium with a gentle but aggressive invasion.

"I'm still a little tired." Fang Qinliu's hoarse voice came hundreds of kilometers away, but with a strange penetrating power and teasing, "But it's better now."

Bai Qi swallowed back the words he had prepared, his heart beat fast again, he stumbled and said, "Well, then... that's good." Then he hung up the phone as if fleeing.

Fang Qinliu looked at the call record page in his hand, his first smile appeared on his face after the end, and his eyes became soft and watery.

It's all right now, thank you.

The author has something to say:

Has the film emperor collapsed today?

collapsed!

Let's show everyone an early year today!2018 is coming to an end soon.

How should I put it, when I wrote this chapter, I really felt the problem of writing strength, but I felt very happy when I finished writing this chapter. Readers are the best test, I hope you can be happy too???(?ω`)??←( A kaomoji that I don’t know if it can be displayed)

Every time I see a new chapter, there are dozens of little angels chasing after me, and I feel that I have been healed by you.

happier days (cheers)