People in Tokyo, the world is clear

It probably means to knock on someone, so the tone is a little heavier.

But someone doesn't buy it at all.

On the contrary, he nodded with considerable dignity:

"To be honest... Jazz... Our Qingshan is good at it!"

what?

Are you good at it?

Xia Zhi, who suddenly became the center of attention, was startled.

She almost let out a surprised sigh. Fortunately, she managed to hold it in time and control her expression. Miss Ito, whose face was slightly red and swollen from her nervous hands, puffed up her cheeks and angrily pushed herself from behind Lin Sen to the front of the stage.

Facing the gaze of the person in charge of the program, I felt a little at a loss for a moment.

I understand it a little, but being good at it, isn't that too much?

In this state of anxiety, a hand suddenly patted my shoulder.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the young man winked at him.

No problem, be bold... Is that what you meant?

Although it was just a simple action, Qingshan Xiazhi felt inexplicably relieved.

Really. With this guy around, I always feel strangely safe and reliable.

The female singer breathed a sigh of relief.

She naturally put on a polite smile and simply answered a few questions about theoretical knowledge, living up to the hype of a certain salesman - in the past two years, she had been exposed to a lot of relevant knowledge and could even recite some classic music reviews from mainstream magazines.

Then, I listened to the people around me and the director, whose expressions gradually changed from half-belief and half-doubt to surprise, continue chatting.

"We're even at the forefront of jazz—are you two familiar with the concept of acid jazz?"

"A-Acid?"

The new term with a foreign flavor instantly touched upon the unknown areas of almost everyone present.

The producer, Mr. Fat, pinched his chin, savoring the meaning of this new English word.

The middle-aged director focuses on the character of Listening to Heavenly Book.

Then, during a brief silence, a hand was raised:

"I seem to have vaguely heard from friends in the UK that this concept has become popular in nightclubs in Camden, London. The naming method seems to be inspired by the acid house category."

The host, Ms. Tsuruko, seemed to have extensive music knowledge and consulting channels.

Obviously, in the radio content she heard before, she acted more like a supporting role who didn't understand anything and was asking questions - as for the funny guy Keiji, whose character was to provide popular science knowledge, he was currently huddled in a corner flipping through a gossip magazine with a beautiful woman on the cover.

——It turns out that this person is just a pure worker who relies on his broadcasting voice to memorize the script. The real professional is the female host who pretends to be ignorant during the program but is actually always quietly guiding the topic.

While laughing in his heart, Lin Sen keenly noticed the admiration in the eyes of the smiling female host.

Part of it was directed at him, but more of it was directed at Miss Aoyama beside him.

Perhaps, the hostess, who was equipped with theoretical knowledge and had finally gained a foothold in the music industry after a long period of hard work, saw her own shadow in the female singer.

Lin Sen understood this feeling, so he immediately stepped up his efforts to strike while the iron was hot.

He found a stool and pushed the older girl next to him onto it.

He took the guitar that Ms. Ito handed over tacitly and placed it in her hand.

"Come on, Qingshan, give everyone a good job!"

"Ah, ah?"

While Miss Xiazhi was in shock and confusion, Lin Sen lowered his head and whispered a few words.

Then she suddenly opened her eyes:

"So it's that song! Is that style called acid jazz? No wonder I feel..."

I whispered a few words, but no one heard the specific content.

The intimate gesture made a short-haired girl clench her hands into fists behind her back.

However, as he stared at the female singer's gradually confident expression, Ito Nishika unconsciously relaxed his movements and subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, feeling expectant and happy.

I watched the young man dig out the prepared script and hand it to a resident accompaniment band who had just finished recording the previous show and were still chatting and watching the fun on the spot.

I watched as Ms. Aoyama took the initiative to direct the bassist remotely, and briefly communicated the chord details with him who was mainly responsible for the accompaniment.

Then she took a deep breath.

When the sound of musical instruments started, she glanced at her "agent Arsen" who patted her shoulder with a smile, then looked over here and winked mischievously.

Ito Nishika gave a cheering fist pump in response.

Afterwards, as the first instrument sounded, the crowd politely fell silent.

Wait until the female singer uttered the first syllable.

Very standard English.

"..."

This time, during the process, not only the two people in charge of the program, but even the host Hezi opened his mouth slightly.

Not only was I am amazed at the astonishing standard of foreign language pronunciation, but also——

"style."

"It's such a wonderful feeling. It's like opening the door to a new world..."

"..."

It's evening.

Under the setting sun, Lin Sen took out a pack of brand new cigarettes from his pocket, opened it, and gave one to each of the fat man gathered downstairs, the middle-aged man in the baseball cap, the handsome male host, and even the band members who had just participated in the accompaniment.

"Don't you smoke, Kobayashi-san?"

"My lungs aren't very good."

"I see. Well, it's settled then..." The one who spoke was the usually taciturn fat producer.

The final word is spoken:

It's about 50 minutes long, including a solo, some interviews, and a closing collaborative performance... As for the additional appearance fee, it will be as we agreed upon earlier."

"Understood. I look forward to your cooperation, Mr. Mitsui."

The producer's surname is Mitsui, which is obviously a "big surname".

Very capable of making the final decision.

In the afterglow, the two men reached out and shook hands, indicating that they had reached a preliminary verbal agreement.

Then, the director, host...

Body language as a farewell.

After watching them leave, the young man turned around and ran towards the two girls who were waiting not far away.

The girl with the ponytail didn't have as much expression on her face as usual. But this time, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shone, and she showed a genuine positivity.

The girl with short hair gave her a hug to express her congratulations.

Afterwards, he and the young people who had come over sandwiched her in the middle, chatting and laughing in a happy atmosphere as they were about to take a step forward.

But the voice behind me called out:

"Please wait."

"Ms. Tsuruko?"

"Yano Tsuruko."

He introduced himself very directly.

Ms. Shiye's goal is as concise and clear as her words.

After a brief exchange of greetings, she glanced at Qingshan Xiazhi kindly, then fixed her gaze on the young man who was clearly the leader.

"From the tone of our conversation just now, it seems like you've been...organizing a free concert tour?"

"Yes."

After receiving a positive answer, Shiye Hezi calmed down and took a deep breath.

"Can I know the time and location of the next show?" she asked. "I want to take two friends...or rather, seniors, to see it."

Chapter 63: Shoulders of Giants

Night falls.

Unlock the door and take off your clothes and shoes in the entrance hall.

Daidai dragged his walking body to the main hall and slumped down on the sofa, but Shiye Hezi still had a dull look in his eyes.

Engage in intense brainstorming.

Thinking back on the song I heard before getting off work today.

"advanced..."

She pinched her chin unconsciously and murmured her inner evaluation.

It took him a while to come back to his senses. He stood up, turned on the TV on the counter opposite him, and tuned it to the music channel.

However, the vocal music broadcast from the expensive speakers now seemed a bit tasteless.

The woman felt completely immersed in the unshakable rhythm of jazz, savoring it endlessly. To the point that she temporarily lost the ability to appreciate other music.

It's because, from the comparison, I can clearly feel the timelessness of the song performed by a female singer not long ago.

It's an amazing feeling.

He prides himself on being at the forefront of music. New York, London, Paris, Amsterdam, Tokyo... these are the cities that are leading the music scene in this era, and he has friends and acquaintances everywhere.

You should know for yourself any information about any changes in music.

That's exactly what happened.

From free jazz to fusion jazz, from rock to electronic dance music, from the electronic music monument "steet-dreams" to the birth of the incredible global hit album "Thriller", which combines soul, hard rock and R&B. At each time, Shino Tsuruko was one of the earliest witnesses, completely at the forefront of the world's pop music aesthetic.

This also vaguely gave Shi Ye He Zi a feeling -

She began to develop a strange arrogance. After listening to so many pioneering songs, she gradually began to think she had a keen eye for similarly caliber songs.

And something so bizarre that she couldn't believe it happened this evening -

A young-looking girl who claimed she could only sing folk songs and had never been abroad, gave a so-called "next-level-singing" feeling when performing.

How exaggerated is that?

It is so exaggerated that her standard and "Western" English pronunciation has become the most natural thing in the performance.

She was playing a very new kind of music - Shitsune Tsuruko was very sure that her judgment was not wrong.

Because, at that moment, except for herself, everyone who understood music was shaken when she sang that song.

I remember Yu Guangzhong and the idle members of the resident band were whispering to each other.

The director not far away quietly opened his mouth.

Even the usually silent program producer Mr. Mitsui's eyes lit up - that was the first time Shichino Tsuruko saw such an expression on his face.

How did that happen?

A lost crane can only hold on to a straw - no matter how wonderful and incredible the phenomenon is, it has its simple reasons.

At this moment, looking back carefully, I finally noticed the clue and found the most critical fragment in my fresh memories.

As the performance began, someone whispered something into the ear of the young girl with a refreshing smile...

And before that, he proposed a brand new musical concept to everyone.

The agent of singer Qingshan...that's him!

Possessing exceptional musical talent, yet remaining hidden from the public eye...