Shi Mei lowered her head to look at the guitar strings, gently plucking one, "After that concert, Tang Wu released a new album called ’Rest of Life.’"
The crowd’s voices surged, their attention gathering towards Shi Mei.
"This is the last song Tang Wu released," Shi Mei played the strings, the slow rhythm gradually flowing out, "and also the theme song of the album ’Rest of Life.’"
"Rest of Life?" The bartender Xiao Yuan nudged Ye Tiao, "Boss, where did you find this person? Starting off with such a difficult piece?"
Ye Tiao took a sip of a drink, watched Shi Mei slowly playing, and his brows furrowed slightly, "Isn’t this song meant to be sung slowly, is it that difficult?"
"Wow, come on," Xiao Yuan looked incredulously at Ye Tiao, "and you’re Tang Wu’s close friend, you don’t know anything?"
"Hm?" Ye Tiao knew Xiao Yuan was a die-hard fan of Tang Wu.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been devoted to working at Giant Bar for nearly four years.
With a look of defeat, Xiao Yuan said, "That song was so popular back in the day, and so many people covered it, but the more subdued it is, the harder it is to sing."
"Because Tang Wu’s vocal style is so unique, especially that last vocal turn, many people even if they manage to sing it, can’t capture the sense of sorrow," Xiao Yuan mixed drinks while clicking her tongue in admiration, "and singing is one thing, but there’s also that guitar solo in the middle, the difficulty is just too high, okay? However, basically anyone smarter doesn’t play that part, to avoid making a fool of themselves."
While speaking, Xiao Yuan’s face showed dissatisfaction, "But how could you lend out that guitar, I clean my goddess’s guitar every day, you just lent it out without considering my feelings? Right, Lao Li?"
Lao Li was the leader of Tang Wu’s fan club, hearing this was also indignant, "Xiao Yuan is right!"
Ye Tiao indeed did not know that song was so difficult to sing.
For someone tone-deaf, being able to understand the lyrics and distinguish the melody is already pretty good.
Turning her head back to Shi Mei, she noticed Shi Mei wiping the microphone twice with her hand, then tapping it with her forefinger as a mic check.
Ye Tiao’s eyes deepened.
That was also one of Tang Wu’s habits.
Could two completely different people really be so similar in their every action and behavior?
"When I’m lonely and lost..."
As soon as Shi Mei began to sing, Xiao Yuan’s drink-making froze.
She looked up abruptly.
Ye Tiao was slightly surprised by Xiao Yuan’s reaction but then realized that it wasn’t just Xiao Yuan who was acting this way.
Even Lao Li, who had just echoed Xiao Yuan, was full of admiration, looking up at the girl above them.
"You say, my girl, let’s spend the rest of life together.
The sunrise sees us basking in the sun, the sunset has us bathing in starlight.
The rest of life is too long..."
Shi Mei sang leisurely, her lazy, dispirited voice like an invisible hook.
Gently teasing the human heart, yet effortlessly invoking people’s emotions.
Ye Tiao shifted her gaze to the few guests present, noticing that those who had been playing games or chatting were now looking towards Shi Mei.
Yet Shi Mei seemed unaware.
Or perhaps, she had long become accustomed to such scrutiny.
It all seemed so natural.
More terrifyingly, Ye Tiao felt a familiar aura about her.
A soul’s defiance, a superior arrogance!