This was an English song called āStrongerā, played with a hearty electric guitar solo, then drums, bass and other musical instruments slowly came in, so the pace moved faster and faster, and more and more intense. Zhou Yun Sheng closed his eyes again, dancing to the beat, then he opened them. In the smoky light his dark eyes appeared particularly deep, and they burned in angry flames. He deliberately depressed his voice with a metallic texture, and poured out all his disgust and contempt.
Even the people who didnāt understand English could feel the outbreak of his sharpness and ridicule, their blood boiled, their whole body trembled. For those who could understand, they were stunned.
You know the bed feels warmer
Sleeping here alone
You know I dream in color
And do the things I want
You think you got the best of me
Think you had the last laugh
Bet you think that everything good is gone
Think you left me broken down
Think that Iād come running back
Baby you donāt know me, ācause youāre dead wrong
What doesnāt kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesnāt mean Iām lonely when Iām alone
What doesnāt kill you makes a fighter
Footsteps even lighter
Doesnāt mean Iām over ācause youāre gone
What doesnāt kill you makes you stronger, stronger
Doesnāt mean Iām lonely when Iām alone
ā¦
ā¦
The handsome manās voice was penetrating and angry. The flames burning bright in his eyes told the audience that, even without Lin Siqing, he would become more powerful, stronger, until no one could beat him.
This song was a declaration of war against Lin Siqing, he was telling him ā Iām better than you, compared to me, youāre nothing.
Most of the audience were Lin Siqing fans, but no one could find the motivation to defend their idol. They were fans second and music enthusiasts first, they could naturally hear that this song had potential popularity, with wide appeal. And in Ou Zinanās voice, the songās message was loud and clear.
They wanted to listen with their ears, but cover their eyes, to resist. But the manās charm was everywhere, they couldnāt escape, except for staring at him wide eyes, they couldnāt do anything.
The song was reaching the climax, the young manās metallic cold voice showed a hint of huskiness, like a drop of water falling into boiling hot oil, so the audience felt a strong, intense, volatile heat.
The audience members closest to the stage were almost burned to ashes by the youthās charm. They were covered in sweat, their hair sticking to their foreheads and their cheeks flushed. It was very awkward, their faces showed clear resistance, but their eyes were glowing and trembling with the waves.
They wanted to follow the young man and dance, shout, scream, āStrong and Strongerā, until their voices broke. But they couldnāt betray their idols, so they reminded themselves over and over again not to enjoy it.
Their souls were pierced by the manās voice, clamoring, stabbing, tearing ā¦ ā¦ eventually being crushed into dust ā¦ ā¦
Some people clenched their teeth, some endured till tears, some were trembling fiercely. One person wanted to do something to calm themself and accidentally clenched the light stick. The previously dark audience suddenly had a weak light, then it started spreading out, until the audience was lit up like a spotlight.
The man singing on the stage was too powerful, like the most intense drug, addictive. The people fell in and followed him into the madness. When the song finished, he was sweating and puffing, the audience was even worse off than him, the resistant yet eager eyes all focused on him, like a beam of light.
āHereās a song called āRolling In The Deepā, dedicated to you.ā He said without pause.
Rolling in the deep, couldnāt just hearing the name boil the blood? Your butt wants to wiggle? Your head wants to bob? Everyone looked around, feeling a bit embarrassed, but soon, they couldnāt make the effort to worry about the other people around them. The young manās captivating voice dragged them into the endless pain of love and hate.
Thereās a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, itās bringing me out the dark
Finally, I can see you crystal clear
Go āhead and sell me out and Iāll lay your ship bare
See how I leave with every piece of you
Donāt underestimate the things that I will do
Thereās a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And itās bringing me out the dark
ā¦
Baby, I have no story to be told
But Iāve heard one on you
And Iām gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
(Youāre gonna wish you never had met me)
ā¦
This was a song of revenge, the young man casually sang while revealing a fierce and contemptuous smile, as if this was an announcement to the world- he will not easily let go of those who betrayed him, as the song says, he would let them burn, in ruins, and from the depths of despair, theyāll have no choice but to look up at his glory.
In the face of such clear, looming maliciousness, Lin Siqingās fans were completely unable to feel outraged for their idol. They were already crazy, swinging and screaming to the rhythm of the music. They souls were invaded by the hatred in the song, restless and dizzy.
The song finished and everyone felt a burst of fatigue, they thought the young man would take a break to change clothes and rest, or sing a song with a slower rhythm to lower the intensity in the room. But they were shocked, he just wiped the sweat of his forehead and breathed out, āHereās āRockā for you, please follow my dancing.ā
What? After Rolling in the deep, shouldnāt your body be tired? Why are you excited like you just injected chicken blood?
Brother, you must be taking drugs!
Quickly bring me a bottle of water, Iāve been roaring for so long I canāt feel my throat!
Where are the staff, do they have anything better than these fluorescent sticks? This one is broken, it feels very bumpy ah! Do you guys have a more flexible light? Where are the signboards? No streamers? Donāt they usually sell longer light rods and star sticks at concerts? Oh, arenāt you one of the staff here? So unprofessional!
The audience were drinking, taking pictures, stopping passing staff for more items, etc. The previously dark audience had brightened.
Zhou Yun Sheng put the microphone on the stand and took out an electric guitar. His fingers strummed out some random notes and the noisy audience immediately quieted down in anticipation. He nodded in satisfaction at their reaction and smiled to the nearest camera.
His beautiful face appeared on the big screen, showing a very intoxicating smile. Before the audience could calm their frenzied hearts, he focused on his instrument, his fingers speedily fiddling on the strings. One after another, notes collided in the air, bursting, converging, resulting in a hallucinogenic, wonderful chemical reaction.
Their cheeks burned, eyes blurred, and they involuntarily swayed to the rhythm. The banners, star sticks, and soft lights were lifted up, waving in uniform.
The youth on the stage was furious and hoarse. Behind him, fireworks sprayed out to form a waterfall, opposite him, the lights fluctuated and converged in a wave, brightening up the stage. As heād promised before, he had the power to light up the whole stage. While the stars burned in the sky, he was the earthās most dazzling presence.
The audience had already forgotten their original intentions, they wholeheartedly sank into his concert. His every song was so passionate, rising up and down, he didnāt give them a chance to breathe. He brought you up into the clouds, then ruthlessly pushed you into the abyss, so you were repeatedly exhausted and laboriously breathing ā trapped, yet there was no desire for escape.
Time swiftly passed, and then the young man slowly walked up to the piano and breathed out, āThis is the last one, āBecause Of Youā, I hope you can listen quietly.ā
ā¦..How can it be the last song?! Didnāt the concert just start?! The audience was shocked, they looked at their watches and found that it was eleven oāclock.
Someone howled, āNooo donāt stop, keep singing! We support you!ā
āZinan, keep going!ā
āOu Zinan, youāre the best! We support you!ā
āSing until morning! No, sing forever! We will always listen to you!ā
The shouts came and went, gradually converging into a thunderous applause. They had been completely conquered by his talent.
āThank you, but unfortunately, we have a contract with Star Pavilion. If we go overtime, weāll face a huge fine.ā Zhou Yun Sheng gave a cheerful smile to the camera and continued, āThis song is the original āBecause Of Youā. Hush, please be quiet.ā
He placed his slender finger against his pink lips, his handsome expression was dizzying. The audience was fully high, but they eventually quieted down. This was the song that pushed Ou Zinan into hell and Ge Mengshu into heaven. Who was right and who was wrong, they all wanted to know.
The piano tune flowed slowly from his fingers, Ou Zinanās performance level was amazing, his was voice addicting. The same excellent tune they always heard was suddenly heavier and more profound.\n I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery
I will not break the way you did,
You fell so hard
Iāve learned the hard way
To never let it get that far
Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I donāt get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid
I lose my way
And itās not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry
Because I know thatās weakness in your eyes
Iām forced to fake
A smile, a laugh every day of my life
My heart canāt possibly break
When it wasnāt even whole to start with
Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I donāt get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid
I watched you die
I heard you cry every night in your sleep
I was so young
You should have known better than to lean on me
You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain
And now I cry in the middle of the night
For the same damn thing
Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I donāt get hurt
Injected chicken blood ā Hmmā¦Wikipedia āChicken-blood therapy (éø”č”ēę³) was a form of pseudo-medical therapy popular in China during the Cultural Revolutionā¦. Claimed benefits included making the patient highly aggressive and strong.ā
It was really hard imagining those popular songs in a different voice. I keep hearing Adelle and Kelly Clarkson in my head. Also, Kelly freakinā Clarkson