Fang Zhao didn't come out of the room until dinner time that day.

Nati Woods didn't know when Fang Zhao would go out, so he didn't wait for him to have dinner together. When he saw Fang Zhao, he took the opportunity to introduce his friend's band, and also said their meaning, asking Fang Zhao if he would play on stage tonight.

Fang Zhao thought about it, nodded and said, "Okay."

When Fang Zhao saw that Binding Woods's friend's band, he agreed and expressed his willingness to give up the 0 o'clock field and let Fang Zhao take the stage first.

Fang Zhao didn't understand the Saturday program in the spae store, so Nati Woods patiently explained to him.

After all, Fang Zhao's popularity in Yanzhou is there. Nati Woods said that if Fang Zhao is willing to show up, the security team will not worry about Fang Zhao. He will send more people and will never let the entertainment reporter harasse Fang Zhao.

"It's still early to midnight now. Do you want to practice? Have you figured out which song to play?" asked Nati Woods. Most of Fang Zhao's works are not suitable for guitar performance. He thought that Fang's church chose someone else's works.

"Don't worry," said Fang Zhao, "I wrote a new song today, and I played it on the guitar."

Nati Woods was happy when he heard this, "Come on! I will practice with you! Is this new work different from the previous style? Oh, you didn't bring the guitar, I'll take you to pick another one. I don't have many other things here, just have more guitars! Tell me what kind of thing I like!"

The band invited to perform, looked at Nati Woods' excited look and whispered: "Natsu talks a lot today."

"He was in a good mood today."

"I was in a good mood today. I didn't expect that I could not only see Fang Zhao, but also hear Fang Zhao's new work today!"

"But Fangzhao is a creative talent. It's hard to say how he has never seen the live performance."

Their band's global fame is far less than Fang Zhao, but in spae and Yanzhou's pop music circle, they still have confidence. They can't compare their creations and work depths, but in spae's stage performance, they are not afraid of giving up the appearance at the hourly point to Fang Zhao. First, because of Fang Zhao's current popularity, they show good; second, they also want to touch Fang Zhao's strength first so that they can deal with it. If Fang Zhao's performance is not good, they can make a comeback and give the new star a little face. If Fang Zhao performs well, they will adjust their original plans accordingly so that they will not be suppressed and lose face.

...

Every Saturday night from 10:00 to 0:00 is the time to let the spa fly. Under the strong drum beats and the rhythm of flying, the people who come here gradually show their crazy and wanton side.

Humans in the dark night are always passive in their emotions. The grievances, sadness, fatigue and pretentiousness during the day, or the feeling of powerlessness that they think they are well concealed, all emerge from the disguised perfect skin.

Of course, some people come here just to drink, listen to music, chat and brag.

A certain vip box.

An online anchor started today's live broadcast. He comes to spae live broadcast every Saturday, naturally for the zero-hour show.

"It's a little noisy here... Can you hear me clearly?"

The anchor controlled the camera and took a picture of the situation outside the box.

"Sure enough, there are a lot of people here as Saturday. I don't know who was invited to the venue today at midnight."

Minors are not allowed to enter here. Even college students who are already adults, the consumption here is relatively high for them. It’s okay if they come once or twice, but if they come every week, they still feel financially under pressure. Besides, even if they come in, they can’t afford a good location. Not to mention this kind of private room, one hour may be their monthly living expenses. After that, it’s still a good deal to watch the live broadcast.

The anchor is different. He has some financial resources. He always reserves a good location and has his own private room, which is convenient for live broadcasts and interactions with the audience. Those who are reluctant to watch the scene will watch his live broadcast every Saturday.

As a music anchor who has become famous in the live broadcast industry, he uses professional live broadcast equipment. Even if the surrounding environment is noisy, it will not affect the interaction with fans during the live broadcast.

A certain SVIP box.

Seven or eight people gathered here.

"It's not me that I'm here. I've been here for more than 20 years. I can't count the number of people invited to perform in recent years. For those who are not famous, but those famous, even if they have closed their eyes, don't say all of them, I can guess who is performing on the middle stage eight times! Wearing a mask can't block my golden eyes!"

"You are still showing off in front of me? You have only been listening to this place for more than 20 years. I have been listening to this place for more than 20 years, but I have also watched music variety shows for forty years! New and old singers and performers, etc. I am very familiar with those who are a little famous!"

"boast!"

"If you don't believe me, let's compare!"

"Just compete! Let's see who can guess first! If you lose, you will lend me the new aircraft you bought for three months."

"Ha, are afraid of you? If you lose, I don't want your aircraft. You lend me a private cruise ship in Chashahai for three months."

"OK!"

"Hey, Ron, do you want to join?"

The person in the private room looked at the person sitting on the sofa smoking.

Ron Zach, who is the same age as Nati Woods, is an old customer of Spae and an old classmate of Nati Woods. He is from a good family and has started to come into contact with various musical instruments when he was young. He has formed a band many times. Later, he was injured in his hand and didn't play guitar much. But he likes to come to Nati Woods' shop to listen to music. In other aspects, Ron may be of average talent, but when it comes to listening to sound and distinguishing sound, he is not afraid of anyone. His ear is stamped by the Yanzhou Music Artists Association "Golden Ears"!

He can hear who lip-syncs and who sings the music as soon as he listens. In addition, he has also conducted in-depth research on the styles of various music artists. Most of the time, he can correspond to the correct people. A singer once asked someone to write for him but said that he was creating his own talented character, which was finally told by Ron Zach on social platforms without mercy. This incident happened for a long time back then.

When Ron Zach heard his friend call him, he waved his hand uninterestedly, "You guys play for yourself, I won't bully people."

"Hey, too, that's really not challenging for you." said one person.

"Ron is a golden ear certified by the Suspension Society! It's really not difficult for him."

"When it comes to ears, I remembered the 'Ear of God's' that Fang Zhao was praised. I don't know how to compare with Ron."

Another person also smiled and said, "They are the ears of gods, and the level is not low. Ron, when will your 'golden ears' be upgraded?"

One is just "gold", but the other is praised as "god". They don't know if this "god" level is watery, but after all, it has been named by major authorities, so they can't say anything. Of course, this does not affect their private discussion.

Ron raised his eyes, took a sip of cigarette, and hummed from his nose.

It is impossible to say that he doesn't care, but Ron's attitude towards Fang Zhao is not the type he likes. He does not deny that Fang Zhao's excellentness, but it is also said that Ron has never been to listen to Fang Zhao's concerts on site and has a reservation about everything.

"That child Fang Zhao is a little talented."

He could tell from his unspicable tone that Ron could not like Fang Zhao, and no one else would mention Fang Zhao anymore.

As time approaches zero, the light in the field changes, and the previous explosive rhythm and drum beats fade. The field becomes quiet, and everyone knows the rules here.

People who had been excited for a while, although they stopped, the heat in their eyes did not cool down. Instead, as time passed by, the expectations in their eyes became more and more prosperous.

"It's midnight soon!"

"I don't know who was invited today."

"I've cleared the table, and see what will be brought up... Huh? Just a stool?"

The staff brought a stool with a somewhat design feel, but no matter how good the design feels, it is still just a stool! Everyone is waiting to see what else to move it up, whether there are percussion instruments, etc., but after waiting for a while, there is still only one stool on the stage.

"The props are a little monotonous today."

As we counted the time, everyone looked at the stage with anticipation.

When the time shows zero, a man walks up to the stage ahead with a guitar.

Look again, it's still the same person.

There was a lot of discussion in the venue.

"Only one person?"

"Didn't that say there is internal news? Did the band be invited tonight? I was also wondering if it was the band I liked. I bought it for two more hours tonight just to wait for this."

The spae bills by time, and many people have been here a long time ago, waiting for a few hours just to see who was invited tonight.

"This attitude doesn't look like a band. It's cheating! The news went wrong!"

Regardless of whether they were cheated or not, at this time, everyone was looking at the stage curiously.

The people on the stage were wearing casual clothes with no distinctive features, hoods and masks, and the mask covered their faces tightly so that they could not even see their eyes. The other party could see them through the mask, but they could not see them through the mask.

The eyes from the stage went from the figure of the man on the stage to the shoe size accessories, and I didn't miss every detail, but I still couldn't see any useful information.

"No tattoo, no necklace, no ring, no earrings, and shoes are not limited edition, who is this?"

"Although I don't have enough fashion vision, I can tell that this guy really doesn't feel fashionable, and I see, he either has too short hair or hasn't done a styling."

"I can see that it is probably out of date when dressing without any characteristics, and every move without momentum."

In the eyes of many people, the person who appears on the stage now is not very personal.

Many public figures with enough fame and attention to the Internet, especially those in the literary and artistic entertainment circle, have very stylish hair when they appear in front of the public, which is also the perception of many outsiders. But now, they have glanced back and forth with a scanner-like vision several times, but they have not seen any characteristics. If the other party had not appeared on the stage, they would not have paid any attention to it. In the VIP box, the people waiting to guess, were not clues at this time.

"I can't see it. I will analyze his techniques and Lefeng later."

"There is no characteristic at first sight, but fortunately I'm calm and I can't tell the tension."

The "Golden Ears" Ron Zach, who was stamped and recognized by the Yanzhou Music Artists Association, also had a flash of interest in his eyes at this time.

Interesting. Nati Woods has a problem for everyone this time.

With Nati Woods' style of acting, he would not invite people who are not famous or have real talents and knowledge to come over. Could it be... a big shot who has been out of the circle for a long time?

Who is it?

Seeing that the people on the stage were about to start, Ron took a little more serious.

Finger playing? Not singing?

On the stage, the masked performer, on the moment he sat down, his aura seemed to suddenly change, from an ordinary person to a solid statue, quiet but extremely powerful, without saying a word, just expressing his emotions.

In the quiet scene, a mysterious prelude was clearly transmitted to every corner through top-notch audio equipment.

The melody starts with a light warm tone, with a little slight and heavy sigh hidden in it, the heart floats with it, the brain appears for a moment, and inadvertently integrates from an independent bystander.

In the hazy, it seemed like I saw a tree growing by the lake.

Standing under the tree, hanging my head, and seeing my puzzled look from the reflection of the lake.

It seems like I have forgotten something.

Is it a dream? Or an ideal?

Too far away and no trace to be found.
To be continued...