noveldepot Chapter 46 Drama explodes
Chapter 46 Drama explodes
The final of the CCTV Young Singers Competition was held just one week before the final of The Masked New Voice.
It's not that they deliberately threw the game; that's just how the schedule was set.
The internet was buzzing with excitement, and the three days flew by.
On the night of the CCTV Young Singers Competition finals, in Studio One of CCTV.
This is CCTV's largest studio, which can accommodate 1,200 live audience members.
The stage has been redesigned, with an LED screen extending from the floor to the ceiling, and the lighting system is top-of-the-line.
This final was of a higher standard than in previous years, with more than ten media outlets broadcasting it live simultaneously.
The overseas broadcasting rights were sold to twelve countries, and in addition to the five domestic judges, there were three "special guest observers" from Europe and the United States.
One of them is Thomson, a former Grammy judge.
Wang Junhai sat in the backstage control room, surrounded by Anderson's men.
Their goal today is simple: make sure Luis wins the championship.
It's not through "music," but through "technology."
"The sound engineer has already been notified," Anderson's man whispered in his ear. "When Chen Fan appears, the accompaniment will be delayed by three seconds, and the microphone receiver will intermittently cut off."
Wang Junhai nodded expressionlessly.
His gaze, through the monitor, landed on the figure waiting in the backstage corridor.
Chen Fan, dressed in a black suit, stood in the shadows of the corridor, his back ramrod straight.
The light shone from behind him, elongating his shadow.
He didn't look at his phone, didn't talk to anyone, and didn't even pace back and forth nervously.
He just stood there, eyes closed, silently humming a tune, his fingers moving rhythmically.
Wang Junhai suddenly felt a little unwell.
He has seen all kinds of contestants: those who are so nervous that their hands shake before going on stage, those who frantically memorize lyrics, and those who practice their expressions in front of a mirror.
But he had never seen anyone as steady as Chen Fan.
It wasn't like waiting to go on stage; it was more like... waiting for a predetermined ending.
He instinctively clenched his cold hands.
As the host announced the lineup, Louis was the first to appear.
He sang the aria "Nessun Dorma" from Puccini's opera "Turandot".
This is his best song, which he has been practicing since his Julia days, and now he can be said to be no different from the lead singer of the lead vocalist.
Beautiful high notes, steady breath control, and a flamboyant typhoon.
He deliberately prolonged the last high note, "Vincerò," for three seconds, while looking provocatively backstage.
The audience erupted in applause.
Judges' score: 9.7 points.
Currently ranked first.
Given a maximum score of 10, Thomson unusually gave it a high score of 9.5, praising it as "a textbook-level bel canto performance."
Louis returned backstage with a victorious smile on his face.
He glanced at Chen Fan, gave him a thumbs-up, and then slowly turned it downwards.
The provocative scene was captured on a phone hidden in the corner, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly.
However, Chen Fan did not react.
He didn't even look at Louis.
His gaze passed over Louis's shoulder and landed on the direction of the stage.
That was his destination.
"Next, please welcome our last finalist, Chen Fan!"
As the host finished speaking, the lights in the corridor came on.
Chen Fan stepped out of the shadows and onto the stage.
The spotlight followed him.
With each step he took, Wang Junhai's heart trembled.
Today is the day, Chen Fan, go to hell!
Inside the control room.
Suppressing his excitement, Wang Junhai said to the sound engineer, "Let's begin."
The sound engineer pressed a button.
According to the plan, Chen Fan's accompaniment will be delayed by three seconds.
At the same time, his microphone receiver will be interfered with, and the sound will be intermittent.
Three seconds passed.
The accompaniment started on time.
The microphone did not lose frequency.
everything is normal.
Wang Junhai suddenly turned his head to look at the sound engineer.
The sound engineer was also bewildered, frantically pressing the button, but to no avail.
"How is this possible..." Wang Junhai's face turned pale instantly.
What he didn't know was that Chen Fan had already reported his previous actions to the station director.
As a seasoned veteran of variety shows, the station director immediately alerted the technical team, and the technical department discovered the anomaly long before they took action.
The team worked through the night to replace all the equipment and installed a signal jammer in the background.
This matter was directly reported to the station director; even the chief director was unaware of it, let alone a sound engineer!
Chen Fan stood in the center of the stage with his eyes closed.
The lights dimmed.
In the center of the stage, a white grand piano stands quietly.
The pianist is a regular at CCTV and is said to be a student of a national-level performer.
The spotlight shone on him, casting a long shadow.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the prelude to begin.
The first note of the piano fell.
It wasn't the grand and spectacular kind of opening.
Instead, it is a single note, as simple as a string of water droplets falling, yet it touches the heartstrings.
Then came the strings, layer upon layer.
The deep, resonant notes of the cello and the bright, clear notes of the violin, alternating in a way that creates a sense of pressure, like a march.
He opened his eyes and spoke.
"The red sun rises in the east, its great road is filled with rosy light."
How fortunate I am to have been born into your arms.
"Inheriting the same bloodline"
The voice was warm and clear, carrying a sense of warmth like being bathed in sunlight.
He didn't use any techniques; he simply sang out his feelings.
But it was precisely this "simplicity" that quieted everyone down.
Because you can tell that he's not "performing," he's "telling a story."
The arrangement suddenly became heavier.
The erhu, guzheng, and percussion instruments all rushed in, like a thousand horses galloping in.
Then Chen Fan sang that line in the style of traditional Chinese opera.
"The red sun rises in the east, its grand avenue bathed in rosy light."
How fortunate I am to have been born into your family and to share your bloodline.
"Sharing both hardship and happiness, they stood tall and upheld their principles."
"Our nation, spanning thousands of miles, has upheld an enduring faith in benevolence."
When the song reached the line "Sharing both hardship and happiness," the LED screen in the background lit up.
The scene features the Great Wall, the Yellow River, the Forbidden City, Mount Everest...
The mountains and rivers of China slowly unfold on the screen.
It's not the kind of stiff, patriotic propaganda video, but rather a beautifully crafted film using time-lapse photography and aerial shots, every frame of which can be used as wallpaper.
Louis was utterly shocked!
He studied vocal music and knows best how difficult this singing style is.
That can't be explained by talent; it's something that even years of hard work might not be able to achieve.
But how could Chen Fan, a pop singer in his early twenties, possibly do that!
He suddenly realized how incredibly stupid he had been to give that upside-down thumbs-up.
In the audience, everyone unconsciously sat up straight.
That's not the popular singing style; it's the authentic Peking Opera female lead singing style.
The transition between true and falsetto voices is as smooth as flowing water, and every word is pronounced clearly and melodiously.
The final note rose, carrying an indescribable sense of desolation and heroism.
It's like a voice from hundreds of years ago, traveling through time to land on this stage.
The entire room fell silent.
It was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat.
Everyone held their breath.
Some people's eyes welled up with tears without them even realizing it.
Chen Fan continued singing.
"The red sun rises in the east, its great road is filled with rosy light."
On the second chorus, he no longer held back.
The volume was pushed to the limit, the breath control was as steady as a mountain, and the high notes were as clear as if they had been washed by water.
"Our nation, with its vast territory, is governed by benevolence and love."
"A faith that has endured for a thousand years"
In the last sentence, he dragged out the word "仰" (yang).
The sound descended from above, like the sun slowly sinking below the horizon, leaving behind a lingering glow.
As the last note faded, Chen Fan lowered his head slightly, as if returning to reality from another world.
Three seconds later.
Thunderous applause resounded throughout the entire studio.
It wasn't the kind of perfunctory, sporadic applause.
The entire audience stood up; some people clapped until their hands were red and then kept clapping; some people wiped away tears while clapping.
The sounds, initially sparse, gradually coalesced into a continuous roar, like waves crashing against rocks, one after another.
"Chen Fan! Chen Fan! Chen Fan!"
On the judging panel, the old professor, who had a stern face since the first episode, took off his glasses and wiped the corner of his eye.
Meanwhile, former Grammy judge Thomson held his scorecard and hesitated to drop it.
He glanced at the other two international judges beside him and said in a low voice in English, "I am not qualified to comment on this song."
It's not that it's bad, it's that the cultural gap prevents him from truly understanding.
This was also the first time he had said something like that about a non-English song.
Although he couldn't understand it, he had to admit that he did. It was the kind of vision that everyone strives for, hoping that their country and home will be better!
The comments section went completely crazy:
"Ahhhhhh! It's opera singing! It's real opera singing!"
"I got goosebumps all over!"
"Is this really a live performance? I thought it was a CD!"
"My mom just walked by and asked me who wrote this song!"
"Brother Fan, we're so close, why are you still keeping it from me? That's not fair!"
"+1! Fan Ge is amazing! Was the part he sang later in Peking Opera style?"
"666! That's absolutely mind-blowing!"
"Can Peking Opera singing be done like this?"
Louis: ??? Who am I? Where am I?