"Who understands me." Mo Yan found resonance in Su Yu's singing.
His somewhat cloudy old eyes held an incredibly complex expression, a mixture of sorrow, excitement, and more than anything, a profound sense of shared experience.
Of course.
Besides Mo Yan, countless others who had struggled in the entertainment industry could also comprehend this feeling.
And here, at the finals, these individuals seeking to ride the wave of popularity had come to the right place.
The immersive quality of the song directly moved them to a state of poignant melancholy.
"I understand!!"
"I understand!!"
"This hits hard! After so many years in entertainment, I truly understand this feeling!"
"Everyone understands, because to achieve a dream, one must inevitably face cold stares and ridicule!"
Dreams are never smooth sailing.
Everyone treads carefully on the path of their aspirations, fearing that a single misstep could lead to an endless abyss.
"Forgive me for being unrestrained and wild for freedom all my life,
I will also fear a day when I might fall,
Abandoning a dream, anyone can do it,
Why would I fear a day when it's just you and me..."
The audience's emotions were just beginning to surge.
They were completely ignited by the chorus!
Because the chorus was the very soul of this song.
That sense of carefree abandon, of wildness and confidence.
It swept through their hearts like a hurricane, stirring up infinite, towering waves!
The entire song, both the accompaniment and the lyrics, was simple.
Yet, it was far more direct than songs filled with showy techniques, and the emotional resonance was amplified to the maximum!
Those audience members whose ideals were stirred by the song, feeling the sadness on their path, were suddenly doused with a basin of cold water. The confusion and sadness in their eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable clarity.
However, the moment of eruption had not yet arrived.
Because.
With the addition of the drumbeat.
While maintaining its melancholic tone, the entire song gained a sense of power!
"Today I, in the cold night, watch the snow drift by,
With a chilled heart, I drift to distant lands.
Chasing through wind and rain, amidst fog, I can't distinguish traces,
Vast sky and sea, you and I.
Will it change (Who isn't changing)..."
Yes.
Who isn't changing?
The moment you pack your bags, you are destined to return as a different person than the youth who left.
Setbacks, difficulties – these storms will leave their mark on that pure heart.
The venue fell silent.
Some lowered their heads, quietly wiping away tears.
Others, with red-rimmed eyes, took out their phones, opened WeChat to their parents, lovers, or friends, intending to send a message, only to find themselves at a loss for words.
...
Outside.
On the subway, many people with headphones on lowered their heads, their phones playing the program "Masked Singer." The subway today was quieter than usual, but it lent the normally bustling place a subtle melancholic air. For these few minutes, they wanted to enter their own worlds, undisturbed by anyone.
On the commercial street, a delivery rider on an electric bike, passing a large screen, was drawn in by the song and couldn't help but stop and look up. For these few minutes, he wanted to cast aside his busyness and listen to the song in peace.
In restaurants, both diners and servers looked up at the TV on the wall, lost in thought. The boss, drawn by the song, came out from the kitchen. Seeing the scene, he wanted to scold his staff but couldn't. He leaned against a table, also looking up at the TV. For these few minutes, he wanted to listen, for himself and for his employees.
In this restless society, everyone is pushed forward by an invisible force.
Even after work, office workers' minds are still occupied with work matters.
Although they all talk about "rotting," who can truly let go?
"Yu's songs always hit the heart so directly!"
"An Yaitu's performance perfectly conveyed the song's emotion; one could say there's no technique, only feeling!"
"Lyrics, melody, and vocals are unified in emotion; this is undoubtedly one of the rare perfect live performances in the Chinese music scene!"
"No explosive high notes, yet it fills me with strength. Is this what An Yaitu meant by emotion being the soul of a song?"
"Some singers sound impressive when you listen to them, but listening to An Yaitu's songs feels like resonating with a story."
"An Yaitu is showing us what a true singer is!"
"Look quickly! These votes are outrageous!"
At this moment.
Someone reacted.
On the voting panel, after An Yaitu started singing, his votes soared, and within a short time, he had surpassed Bai Zhou Tu and Hai Tun Wa Wa who sang earlier.
But surprisingly, after Hai Tun Wa Wa was overtaken, his votes also started to rise, closely trailing, and in the blink of an eye, he had surpassed them again.
Impossible!
The word "impossible" flashed through the minds of many audience members.
There could only be two reasons for this situation.
The first is that An Yaitu's song was not as good as Hai Tun Wa Wa's. He was the last singer, and those who hadn't voted chose to vote for Hai Tun Wa Wa. However, anyone could tell that An Yaitu's song had reached the top tier of the music scene in terms of emotional resonance, while Hai Tun Wa Wa, apart from his shocking high notes, hadn't deeply moved many viewers emotionally.
There is another reason.
Someone is rigging votes for Hai Tun Wa Wa!
Similarly.
The audience present also noticed this situation.
An uproar ensued.
"What should we do? Will An Yaitu lose?"
"It can't be, these votes feel too ridiculous. I was moved to tears, and An Yaitu is actually losing to Victor?"
"What's going on? Victor has actually surpassed An Yaitu, and it happened while An Yaitu was singing!"
"Quick, go to Weibo and canvass for votes!"
"We can't let An Yaitu lose. Victor and An Yaitu are not on the same level! An Yaitu is the true music god!"
"Everyone go canvass for votes!!"
"Come on everyone, it's almost over, An Yaitu is about to lose!"
At the same time, many people were canvassing for An Yaitu on WeChat Moments, Weibo, and short video platforms!
In this instant, the entire internet erupted!
Victor, who had already unmasked backstage, stared intently at the score panel, his breathing rapid. He didn't understand what was happening, but he knew that if he won, his return to his country would be smooth, and his status in the Russian entertainment industry would not only not decline but would rise!
Thinking this, he clasped his hands together in prayer.
Several judges also noticed the problem and couldn't help but frown.
They also considered those two possibilities, but regardless of which it was, it was extremely unfavorable for An Yaitu.
A runner-up championship is never as impactful as a direct championship!
Under these circumstances, the atmosphere in the venue was filled with tension.
Many people clenched their fists, their palms already sweating.