Chapter 838: Chapter 834 Audition
“You rascal, you’re more popular than me as the teacher!” Yang Kun joked.
“You’re joking, teacher.” Ye Fan replied.
The three of them entered the band’s large room. After greeting the band members, Yang Kun said to Ye Fan, “Every singer and band has their own rhythm and characteristics. Try singing a piece first to find the feeling and see if you can sync with the band.”
Just then, footsteps sounded from behind. Yang Kun turned around and saw his students rushing over, crowding at the door, peering inside hesitantly, wanting to enter but afraid, full of indecision.
Yang Kun found it amusing and waved his hand, “Don’t crowd at the door; if you break it, the program crew will ask me to pay for it. Come in quickly!”
His humor made the students laugh, and they all walked in boldly.
“Let’s set some rules. When Qiu Tu Er is test singing, don’t make any noise. His singing style is top-notch, and his skills are great. There are many aspects worth learning from,” Yang Kun said. “So, listen quietly, okay?”
“Okay, teacher!” The students responded.
“Alright!” Yang Kun clapped his hands, turned to Ye Fan, and said, “Start with the song ‘Miracle.’ Are you ready?”
“Yes, I’m ready.” Ye Fan said.
Yang Kun nodded, looked towards the band, and the musicians signaled they were ready. Yang Kun snapped his fingers and said softly, “Start!”
The band began to play, and the melodious music started.
After a moment, Ye Fan took a light breath and began to sing.
“Because I saw you in the crowd one more time
I could never forget your face
Dreaming of the day we’d meet again by chance
Since then I’ve felt the loneliness of missing you…”
Ye Fan’s voice filled the room, immediately gripping everyone’s heart.
His unique voice, with nearly perfect handling of details, lacked Wang Fei’s ethereal quality but had its own distinct feel.
This feeling was of genuine emotional expression, indescribable, yet it captivated the students present, and even Yang Kun, drawing them in.
Gradually, the students’ ears only heard Ye Fan’s voice, subconsciously ignoring the band’s accompaniment.
“I’d rather believe we had a pact in our past life
The love story of this life won’t change
I’d rather spend this life waiting for you to find
I’ve always been by your side
Yang Kun slowly closed his eyes, his right hand gently raising to sway in rhythm with the song.
The voice flowed like water, gently pouring, without showiness or pretense, free from agitation, leaving just the voice and the sorrow and longing within.
It was as if narrating a story, like a silent movie unfolding.
The crowded scene unrolled silently before them, stretching towards a boundless horizon. Amidst the bustling crowd, a beautiful woman glanced back at you and smiled slightly. That smile touched a soft spot in your heart, leading to love, yearning, and the desire to see her again, yet when searching, she was nowhere to be found.
Time passes, years flow like a song.
It felt like all the ties of past and present life were encapsulated in this song.
The entire room was filled with a subtle sadness and mesmerizing longing.
“Thinking of you when you’re far away
Thinking of you when you’re near
Thinking of you in my mind
Thinking of you in my heart
Because I saw you in the crowd one more time”
After the song ended.
Ye Fan exhaled slowly, and the band’s accompaniment ceased.
There was no applause, and no one spoke. The large room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Some students looked at the floor, some at the walls, and some at the ceiling. Their gazes were confined to the room, but their thoughts drifted elsewhere.
After a long time, Yang Kun slowly opened his eyes and stared intently at Ye Fan.
A female student began to sob softly.
The student named Yong Ning rushed out of the room, leaned against the corridor wall, took out his phone, and dialed his girlfriend’s number, saying with a slightly trembling voice, “Tongtong… I miss you…”
In the room, Yang Kun took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, saying nothing, but began to clap.
The other students also started clapping.
Even the band members joined in, clapping with all their might.
Beneath his mask, Ye Fan smiled.
He bowed to everyone.
He noticed Lu Jiachai, who had arrived silently, whose eyes were filled with tears while clapping forcefully.
When the applause finally subsided, Lu Jiachai approached Ye Fan and said, “Buddha once said that five hundred glances from past lives were exchanged for a brush past each other in this life. I never really understood that phrase, but today, after hearing your ‘Legend,’ I think I understand a bit.”
She turned to Yang Kun and said, “With the teacher’s guidance, I made some changes to ‘Legend,’ incorporating some modern pop techniques and elements, hoping to outdo you in the first round of assessment. But now…”
Lu Jiachai paused for a moment and continued, “Superior singing techniques and some trendy elements can indeed earn me extra points, but these are just superficial. A song conveys emotions, feelings, and singing is just a tool. That’s what your song taught me.”
She said this, stepping forward to give Ye Fan a hug, then stepped back, saying, “Your song has a soul.”
Applause arose again.
For Ye Fan and also for Lu Jiachai.
Finally, Lu Jiachai took a deep breath, and with her petite fist raised, “Even knowing I might lose, I won’t give up!”
Yang Kun laughed, gently ruffling Lu Jiachai’s little head like a loving father, “You’re great, too, not much worse than Qiu Tu Er, keep it up!”
“Yes, keep it up!” Lu Jiachai said with fighting spirit, “Everyone, let’s keep it up!”
After the trainees reluctantly dispersed, Ye Fan said, “Teacher, I feel like I couldn’t quite sync with the band’s rhythm. I need more practice to harmonize better.”
However, Yang Kun shook his head and asked, “Didn’t you notice?”
“Notice what?” Ye Fan asked in confusion.
“You have a very special power,” Yang Kun carefully chose his words and said, “At the beginning, you were slightly out of sync with the band. Although it was subtle, I’m sure I and the other three teachers who interact with music regularly could easily notice it.”
He shifted his tone, saying, “But later, this misalignment quickly disappeared because the charm of your voice subconsciously led the musicians to follow your rhythm.”
“Yes, yes, I felt that too,” the band’s guitarist said, and the other musicians agreed in succession.
Yang Kun stood up and patted Ye Fan’s shoulder, “So, just sing according to your own style and rhythm!”