"Like suddenly singing out loud,
Anywhere feels like an open stage.
Wearing the shiniest shirt,
Acting incredibly emotional,
If someone takes a photo, remember to put your hands in your pockets."
Zhang Wei slowly walked towards the frozen clowns behind him.
Even while walking, his breath was incredibly perfect.
The transition between chest and head voice was seamless and flawless.
At this moment.
The King of Singers, Zhu Xinyu, his expression changed; he was no longer as composed as before.
And Hu Yang, in the producer's area, suddenly felt an itch on his back. He quickly sat up straight, put down his crossed legs, and a flicker of panic crossed his eyes.
"You think I'm exaggerated, it's only because I'm so scared.
If I were like wood, like stone, would anyone notice me..."
Zhang Wei looked at the clown, his hoarse voice carrying a faint sadness.
"Even Ting Yu couldn't make him popular, he should have quit the entertainment industry long ago."
"Ting Yu writing songs for him is a waste."
"Give this precious opportunity to someone else."
"Your attention-seeking act is just like a clown."
These words pierced his heart like knives.
When the majority believes you are wrong.
Then this mistake will be nailed onto you.
This world is like this.
A clown?
Then let me be a clown.
Let that attention-seeking act you misinterpret become a fact.
Yes, I want everyone's attention.
But I want everyone to pay attention to my singing.
Because I've persisted for so long, I just want to sing for those who like to listen to my songs.
Was I wrong?
If I was truly wrong.
Then you can just think of me as exaggerated...
"Eighteen that year, at the alma mater's dance, standing like a nobody.
Back then, I swore with tears, everyone must see me..."
On stage, his eyes crimson, he stared at the clown in front of him.
He gritted his teeth and sang these lyrics.
His voice trembled, he pointed to his chest, nodding forcefully!
Filled with heaviness!
Filled with sorrow!
And intense unwillingness!
Embarking on the path of music, the pursuit is that moment of being watched by thousands.
Countless predecessors have died on this path, yet countless successors still flock to it.
This is the starting point for a singer!
And also the grave of a singer!
"In love, in work, too much neglect has been suffered,
My self-esteem has endured too many blows..."
The audience frowned, a strong sense of frustration welled up inside them!
The judging panel was stunned; everyone stared blankly at Zhang Wei on stage, engaging in a dialogue with the clown.
"Lots of big moves, making these mistakes,
Trying to get people to look at me, is that pathology?!!!!"
Four powerful drum beats.
As if striking everyone's chest.
Zhang Wei's voice gradually grew stronger.
He turned away from the clown on stage.
"You think I'm exaggerated, it's only because I'm so scared.
If I were like wood, like stone, would anyone notice me...
...
Does the world still praise silence? Not explosive enough,
How can there be topics, for me to brag about, to be a big entertainer... ha... ha... ha!"
This chorus was even more solid, and the enunciation was heavier.
That invisible pressure squeezed everyone's hearts.
Making them hold their breath.
Some, overwhelmed by this sense of utter frustration, gasped for air.
Others had bloodshot eyes, yearning for release.
When they thought that after the last note, this emotion would be released.
Would Zhang Wei let them have their way?
The answer, of course, was no.
Because.
It's not enough!
"Lucky people are not many,
If you haven't been one, you'll know why I do this,
Using ten times the effort, to stand out,
Are ordinary people as controversial as me!"
At this moment, the accompaniment became soft.
Giving the audience a sliver of relief.
However, there was no respite.
The momentarily paused accompaniment suddenly blared again.
The entire venue exploded!!
"You call me exaggerated, I don't fear adding boos,
If I'm on stage and it's boring, will you watch my performance.
Is it hysterical enough? Let tears water the flowers, I only want to surprise you.
Was I nonexistent in the past? Raise the stakes,
Veins are showing, tell me, do I exist now!"
He's gone mad!
Zhang Wei has completely lost it!
He sang with all his might on stage, tearing his heart out!
His forehead was covered in sweat.
Veins bulged on his neck!
His face, from the exertion, combined with the makeup, looked like a madman, utterly ferocious!
The audience below, bombarded by this continuous climax, felt their heads buzz. They watched Zhang Wei's performance on stage like wood, stunned.
And Zhu Xinyu's face was filled with horror; his hands resting on his knees trembled slightly, it was unclear if his legs or hands were shaking.
Hu Yang wasn't much better; he almost slid off his chair and quickly grabbed the armrests with both hands.
At this moment, Zhang Wei had rushed to the very front of the stage.
"Look at me, stop staring at the ceiling!
I might not be your cup of tea, but you can still drink me freely,
Don't forget someone is here, hoarse from cheering for you..."
He ripped off the clown's clothes!
He pointed forcefully at his own forehead!
He roared hysterically at the audience!!
The instant he sang the last word.
He suddenly bent over.
"ha!!!!!!"
A perfectly explosive E5 high note that shot straight to the heavens.
Resonated throughout the entire venue!!!
I was merely moved to tears by a good song.
But you all cursed online.
Yes.
I, Zhang Wei, was never meant to be popular.
Even Brother Yu couldn't make me popular.
But so what?
What does it have to do with me?
Is the song not good enough?
Is my singing poor?
This is my path, Zhang Wei's path. You say I'm attention-seeking, you say I'm exaggerated, then today, let's all be exaggerated with me to our heart's content!!