The adaptation of "Legend" by Fang Zhao is young and full of motivation.

What shocked the audience was not the earth-shaking drum beats, but the sense of power hidden in the music!

Every tone and every note seems to have countless emotions hidden!

Listen carefully, there is patience and impetuousness in the music, but more of it is surprise. Just like the young people playing on the stage, although they do not have the perfect techniques of professional performers, they can play music that makes people feel moved and full of tears.

"The heart feels beating with the earth!"

"This is very different from the original version of "Legend" I heard when I watched the show last time, but it is still grand!"

"I like both versions very much, but I personally prefer this version of Fang Zhao. It's not that I don't respect Master Mo Lang, but that I think this version of Fang Zhao is more suitable for us Hidden Stars!" An audience member's eyes were hot.

"Yes! That kind of different emotions that only Hidden Star people can experience!"

"Fang Zhao's version of "Legend" is less historically heavy, more exciting and industrial.

Unlike these purely rational analysis of the audience, the parents who came to support the audience were excited.

They may not be able to hear the profound meaning of this song "Legend", but they can hear the quality of the performance, and everyone around them is praising it!

Everyone said it was OK, that must be really good!

I didn't lose my Yinxing's face!

Parents picked up communicators and sent messages to those who were unable to watch the show.

blow!

Blow wildly!

We must hype all the performances of our children and our colleagues and relatives in the show just now!!

Yes! There are also relatives from the mother star, so they must know it too! Although the photos cannot be sent out and videos cannot be shown to them, just listen to our verbal description.

After the orchestra performance, the students forced themselves to bow and bow before retreating.

When they walked to the backstage, many students were almost exhausted and their feet were trembling.

The ultimate investment, the short-term condensation burst, suddenly relaxed, and the spirit seemed to be exhausted.

A student almost fell to the ground, but fortunately the person next to him supported him. After he completely relaxed, the students gathered together to watch the video just now.

"I actually played so well!" A student was moved by his piano skills and cried.

"Super level performance! Super level!" The flute player next to him looked surprised and was very satisfied with his performance just now.

"This is not the credit of you, it is the credit of all of us. If one person makes mistakes, he cannot make this effect! Perfect!!" someone said again.

"No, I want to ask the organizer if I can extract the audio. I want to save the single loop!"

"I want a video, I apply to cut out the part just now. I can play the part just now for at least ten years!"

The younger students were so excited that they were incoherent, especially those who had just received the red envelopes from their parents, almost screaming.

A younger student was sloppy with electronic red envelopes sent by his elders and said, "It would be better to have a few more performances like this." Although the rehearsal was hard, the harvest was still very rich.

"By the way, where is Brother Zhao? I want to ask him when he will come over next time."

"Is it once a year? Or every few years?"

“He was called away by the art troupe.”

After the show ended, Fang Zhao was called by the people from the art troupe as soon as he returned to the backstage. The invited artists gathered together. The people who had passed the show had to relax a lot. When Fang Zhao came over, an old artist smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Not bad! Lao Mo must be very satisfied with your performance!"

"No wonder Mo Lang asked you to change the name and not let others interfere."

Originally, they thought that Mo Lang was asking Fang Zhao to adapt independently, and they must have helped in private, but after listening to the adapted version of "Legend", they heard that even if Mo Lang helped, they didn't help much. There was not much shadow of Mo Lang. It could be heard that it was "Legend", but the style was completely different. They knew how much Mo Lang used it.

It is precisely because I understand that I sighed at Fang Zhao's strength.

When many young people face the masterpieces of their predecessors, they are reluctant to adapt them, look forward to them, hesitate, and finally they are not careful to change them. Fang Zhao is a successful example.

Fang Zhao chatted with several old artists. They were all people who had passed the show and were in a relaxed mood. They were chatting while waiting for the performance on Yinxing to end. When we got back, we would have a good exchange. Yinxing still had too many restrictions and dared not say much.

As he was talking, the door of the lounge suddenly opened and a figure rushed in and headed straight for the bag on the sofa.

"Hey? Mayer, is it lost?" asked an old artist.

What rushed in just now was Ms. Mayer, a dance master from the art troupe he was traveling with.

Look at the time, Mayer's show will start in less than fifteen minutes.

"I can't find the bracelet! I've confirmed it in the morning and it's put together with the performance costume! I was planning to change the performance costume just now and found that the bracelet couldn't be found! There is no bag either!"

Mayer's bracelet is customized according to the program she wants to perform, which will enhance the performance effect. But I didn't expect that the bracelet could not be found at critical moments.

"Have you found it yet? Did you fall into the dance studio?" asked an old artist.

"I'll look for it again..."

Mayer was so anxious that he wanted to tear the bag down, but he still couldn't find it. She could only go to the dance studio again. She did go to the dance studio in the morning.

"Where is your assistant?" someone asked.

"Don't mention it, there was a little problem with the button on the clothes, so my assistant went to modify it. The dance studio is not far away, so I'll look for it again..."

"I'll go." Fang Zhao stood up and said, "I'll go to the dance studio to take a look."

The others agreed, "Yes, let Xiao Fang go to the dance studio to look for it. The young people are running fast. Mayer, go change clothes quickly, and find a way to find another bracelet instead, and prepare for both hands."

"Okay, okay! Thank you little Fang!"

Meyer told Fang Zhao the location of the dance studio and handed him the access card. Fang Zhao no longer delayed and ran to the dance studio.

The place where the rehearsals are usually not the same as the performance venue. The security guards on the three floors outside and three floors were in the performance venue. When Fang summoned it, he took some time to go through the security check before he arrived at the dance room that Meyer mentioned. However, he did not find Meyer's bracelet here.

I opened the communicator and told Meyer about the matter here. Meyer's tone on the communicator was full of anxiety and frustration. If I couldn't find the original bracelet, Meyer could only change a replacement temporarily, but the performance was flawed and could not achieve the effect Meyer himself required. Just like a violinist who changed a guitar bow that was not good enough, it was not as good as the original one.

As an experienced dancer, Meyer could not place important items at will, and negligence rarely happens to her. It is estimated that Meyer is thinking about who is silently making her trick.

There are also cases where students make pranks and tease the teacher, but this is Yinxing. They may make jokes during rehearsals. Which student dares to use this method at this critical moment? Yinxing's punishment is quite heavy.

After disconnecting from communication, Fang Zhao was about to leave the dance studio. However, before leaving, he looked back and swept through the two open windows of the dance studio, intending to close it.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the elevator.

"Brother Zhao!"

Yuan Zheng hurried over with a box in his arms.

After learning that Fang Zhao had left the venue and came here, Yuan Zheng felt that this was a good time to give gifts!

Fang Zhao ran too fast, and Yuan Zheng was worried that he would not be able to meet anyone, so he was lucky to catch up.

This time, Yuan Zheng did not bring the security personnel with him. When he left the performance venue, he did not let the security personnel know at all. He still had a lot to say to Fang Zhao, but he was interrupted without saying a word.

"How do you know I'm here?" Fang Zhao's eyes sank, "Where is the soldier responsible for your safety?!"

At the harsh sight of Fang Zhao, Yuan Zheng held back all the words he had prepared. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but was suddenly pulled aside by Fang Zhao.

Bang!

A bullet penetrated the wall behind Yuan Zheng.

In a very short time, Fang Zhao pulled Yuan Zheng to dodge and searched for cover.

Yuan Zheng was confused by this sudden change, and looked at the bullet marks on the wall. If Fang Zhao hadn't pulled him, he would have lost half of his head.

"Brother Zhao..."

Yuan Zheng looked at the blood dyed on Fang Zhao's clothes, his face was pale, his voice was trembling, and he was about to cry.

There were two snipers, and just now there were two bullets. One avoided it and hit the wall. The other one was blocked by Fang Zhao.

Fang Zhao made a "shhh" gesture, indicating that Yuan Zheng should not speak or move.

The alarm did not sound, and it was obvious that someone had tampered with it early, but Yinxing must have other means of exploration, and someone would come here soon.

The windows of the dance studio are visible in one direction, and the situation inside cannot be seen from the outside, nor can the perspective instrument.

It seems that some people want Yuan Zheng’s life and have been planning for a long time.

Fang Zhao quickly analyzed the wounds in his body.

Yuan Zheng, who was blocked behind, regretted it at this time. He shouldn't have come here alone. Although he was always told by others that he should pay attention to safety and take people to travel, because nothing happened, he relaxed his vigilance. He pressed the emergency call button in his hand, but there was no response. He was blocked.

Yuan Zheng was also worried about Fang Zhao's injuries, which were injured in his abdomen, and he didn't know how serious the internal organs were injured. He had to be treated as soon as possible!

Just as he was worried, Yuan Zheng saw Fang Zhao frowned slightly and took out the bullet from the wound with his bare hands.

Yuan Zheng: "!!!"

Brother! Don’t do anything randomly!!

Yuan Zheng has minored in professional knowledge in guns. Young boys like guns. Yuan Zheng himself thought about experiencing the feeling of being shot in his second year of junior high school, and even secretly tried an experiment.

After being hit in a bulletproof vest armed to the hair, a normal bullet hit the chest, he fell to the ground instantly. His legs were still thrusting due to adrenal hormone changes. He felt that several of his ribs were shot and he lay down for a long time.

Although he knew afterwards that it was all illusions and only pain, physical pain was secondarily. The psychological panic caused lasted for a long time. After finally getting out of the shadow with the help of a psychologist, he went into the laboratory to study the engine. After that, he was still interested in guns and would study various guns with his free time, but he would not play the real-life gun battle game. He would not go to the paintball game when his peers played. The psychological shadows in the middle school period always reminded him of the pain of bullet hitting him.

Now, seeing the ruthless man in front of him who was picking bullets with his bare hands, Yuan Zheng was so shocked that he almost jumped up.
To be continued...