bookrandom Chapter 105 That Day
Chapter 105 That Day
Having just finished singing the second song, Yang Xingchen's fingertips were still on the guitar strings, the slight trembling seeming to be a continuation of the lingering sound.
Fine beads of sweat clung to his forehead, and his eyes revealed a hint of lingering satisfaction and thoughtful contemplation.
After a brief pause, his gaze slowly shifted to the third song waiting to be performed, like an explorer about to step into an unknown and mysterious realm.
He gently picked up the sheet music, his eyes carefully scanning each line of lyrics and note, his fingers unconsciously plucking lightly on the guitar, searching for the song's original melody.
"I remember that day,
God arranged for us to meet.
......"
He closed his eyes slightly and began to hum, his voice initially like a gentle stream, carrying a hint of cautious probing, as if afraid of disturbing the delicate emotions contained in the lyrics.
As the melody progressed, his voice gradually opened up, becoming hoarse yet uniquely magnetic. Every note seemed to be given life, leaping out of his throat and echoing in the silent space.
Images involuntarily surfaced in his mind: perhaps on a sunny afternoon, the two met for the first time, and in the instant their eyes met, the whole world seemed to brighten up. It was a feeling of being moved, like the first gentle breeze of spring, soft and warm, just as the lyrics described, "I know I have seen spring."
He was immersed in his memories, and all the longing, anticipation and waiting he had felt in the past resurfaced with the lyrics.
"With longing for you day and night"
I desperately don't know when we'll see each other again.
......"
His voice trembled slightly, as if he were expressing the deepest longing and helplessness in his heart.
He recalled the days when he waited bitterly for love and career, those moments filled with hope yet accompanied by anxiety, all of which have now transformed into the emotions in this song, which he expresses vividly through his singing.
During the performance, his body swayed gently to the rhythm of the music.
Sometimes she leans forward slightly, as if approaching past memories; sometimes she tilts her head back, as if suppressing emotions about to overflow.
His fingers danced skillfully on the guitar, producing a melody that flowed like a gentle stream, blending perfectly with his singing, as if telling a moving story.
That day,
That day,
I lost you.
Like a child who has lost their favorite toy
......"
When he sang this line, a trace of pain and loss flashed in his eyes, and his voice became even lower and hoarse. He thought of the precious things he had lost, perhaps a relationship, perhaps an opportunity. Those beautiful things that he once possessed but which quietly slipped away have now become indelible wounds in his heart, just as the lyrics express, deeply imprinted in his soul.
After singing the song, Yang Xingchen's face showed a complex expression, a mixture of immersion in and reflection on the song's emotions, as well as deep respect and gratitude for Luo Li.
He slowly put down his guitar, stood up, and paced back and forth in the rehearsal room, his heart unable to calm down for a long time.
"How did Luo Li manage to do that?" he muttered to himself, his voice filled with shock and confusion.
He was well aware of the condition of his voice. Since his voice was injured, every performance had been a difficult challenge. Yet, in such a short time, Luo Li had precisely selected and created three songs that were highly compatible with his voice.
This is not only a testament to his talent, but also a profound understanding and support for him.
He recalled every moment he had shared with Luo Li since they met, those times they discussed music and shared life together, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
He knew that during his most difficult time, Luo Li had extended a helping hand, giving him the strength to start anew with her musical talent.
"I must cherish this friendship." Yang Xingchen made up his mind, his eyes shining with determination.
He sat back down in his chair, picked up his guitar, and opened the sheet music for the three songs again, preparing to practice and perform them even more diligently, so as not to let down Luo Li's trust and dedication.
By this time, the sky outside the window had gradually darkened, the city's neon lights began to flash, and vehicles streamed along the roads.
In this small office, Yang Xingchen found his own direction and hope. He will embark on a new musical journey with these three songs, using his unique voice and sincere emotions to touch more listeners and write his own musical chapter.
In the days that followed, Yang Xingchen devoted himself wholeheartedly to practicing and preparing for the three songs.
He arrives at the studio early every day, humming the melody over and over again, carefully pondering the emotions in the lyrics.
He constantly adjusts his singing style, trying to perfectly showcase the charm of the songs with his now husky yet story-filled voice.
His singing voice often echoed in the studio. It was no longer as high-pitched and loud as before, but it had gained a depth and vicissitude, making it more touching.
Meanwhile, Luo Li was also keeping a close eye on Yang Xingchen's progress. She would talk to him by phone to exchange singing techniques and insights, and offer him valuable advice.
The two collaborated more and more seamlessly, as if they were weaving a beautiful chapter about musical dreams together.
PS: "That Day" Original singer: Yang Kun Lyricist: Yang Kun Composer: Yang Kun