Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 82 Zombie (please vote for recommendation, please continue to read)

Bian Lang arrived at the studio and confirmed with Chen Shuting the time for Olaf's arrival. He was about to call the band to discuss the rehearsal for the Army Day party when a call came in from his side.

Seeing that it was Bian Lan's name, Bian Lang immediately picked it up: "Xiao Lang, what happened this time is really relieved! You said that you made such a big trouble, and your sister and family can't help you, so you can only do it in The store plays your songs every day."

Hearing this, Bian Lang's head warmed up: "Thank you, sister, I know everything." Bian Lan didn't say anything, but Zhou Ketong had already told him. As soon as the news of Goose Dan's ban on Rolling Stone came out, Qibei Snow started. Customers who download Rolling Stones songs are offered at half price.

Of course, her mother's Nan Feiyan is no exception...

"Let me tell you something. Qinqin and the others were originally scheduled to perform at the end of the semester tomorrow. The song you taught her didn't have accompaniment online. Their music teacher said there were too many children's programs and the accompaniment couldn't come, and the song wasn't very famous, so let her She will either participate in the chorus show, or..." Before he could finish what he said, Bian Lang interrupted directly: "Rehearse and schedule the show, right? Give me the time and place!"

"At 1 p.m., it's their kindergarten."

"Okay, then you send Qinqin to me first, and I'll hear how she's doing..." Bian Lang felt that the teacher's approach was understandable, but his little niece couldn't bear this grievance.I just had two days left to make arrangements, so I arranged this matter.

Half an hour later, Bian Lan sent Zhang Qin to the rehearsal room. Judging from his niece's excitement, she probably didn't know about it yet.Bian Lang didn't even mention it, and just used the keyboard to accompany her.

The 5-year-old girl's voice is clean and clear. As long as her pitch is accurate, the song "Chong Er Fei" will sound good no matter how she sings it.Zhang Qin had been practicing at home for many days. Bian Lang randomly corrected her in a few places, and her niece was already singing very well.

Bian Lang encouraged Zhang Qin a few words, and Bian Lan took his daughter to buy new clothes for the performance in the afternoon.

After discussing the upcoming arrangements with the band members in the group, Bian Lang went home and cleaned up his image.

I also found the ice sleeves that were only used on the show, and covered the two flowery arms.Meatball's hair was tied up meticulously, and his beard was completely shaved. He found a white short sleeve with a chicken pattern on his chest and put it on before going out with the keyboard.

When he arrived at the kindergarten, he was a little dumbfounded when he saw the exaggerated stage makeup on the children's faces: "This makeup is even grander than when we go to a performance."

According to the memory of the original owner, Bian Lang quickly found the classroom of Class [-]. He stretched his head and saw that the situation inside was even more exaggerated than outside. Some children were surrounded by five or six adults, who were applying make-up and feeding them lunch. Yes, Bian Lang shook his head.

After finding Zhang Qin in the crowd, he found that his little niece was not much better.Although neither Zhang Fan nor Bian's mother came, the original owner's father and Zhang Fan's father were both there.

Bian's father's name is Bian Hai. Although he is over 60, he is in good health because he has been managing production in a brewery. He is wearing sportswear and is 185cm tall. He does not look like a person of his age at all.

Zhang's father is a retired cadre. He wears a bureau style and wears gold-rimmed glasses with the coating removed. Looking at his body and mental outlook, he feels that he is half a generation different from Bian's father.

At this time, the two old men were holding a kettle in one hand and rice noodles in the other. While Bian Lan was doing makeup on Zhang Qin, they fed her one mouthful at a time.

Bian Lang squeezed through the crowd and saw that his little niece's princess dress with small wings was naturally different from the group of little boys around her who were wearing bodybuilding pants and had two suns painted on their faces.

"Uncle, don't be nervous for a while!" Faced with his little niece's "encouragement", Bian Lang said, "Are you still worried about your uncle?" But he felt really panicked.

This is the first time in two lifetimes to attend this kind of event. If I play a wrong note and embarrass my little niece, then it will be...

"Xiaolang, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are really energetic today. You have been so busy these days, and you have come to accompany Qinqin..." As soon as Zhang's father opened his mouth, Bian Lang quickly replied: "Old man, We are all a family, there is nothing we can’t thank you for.”

"Hmm, my eldest granddaughter, with the professional help of your uncle..." Father Zhang, the eldest granddaughter, said these three words very hard, which made Bian Hai feel a little uncomfortable after hearing this.Although they are both biological granddaughters, they have to have multiple foreign names when they come to him, which makes Father Bian feel a little unhappy!

"Second brother, don't hold back for a while, show your level of conquering Europeans..."

Feeling the fighting spirit, Bian Lang quickly interrupted: "Dad, this is Qinqin's performance, and I'm just a supporting role, so don't talk too much about it."

Bian Lan, who squatted down to put on Zhang Qin's make-up, raised her head and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and find a good one, and give birth to a grandson for Dad, so that the two relatives don't have to fight all kinds of things..."

After waiting in the classroom for half an hour, the teacher came and took the children performing to the auditorium first. As Zhang Qin's accompaniment, Bian Lang naturally had to go with him.

The young female class teacher had never seen Bian Lang before, and she almost fell for it at this glance: "Hi, may I ask who you are?"

"I'm Zhang Qin's uncle, and I'm here to help her perform with the accompaniment."

Glancing at the piano bag Bian Lang was carrying behind him, the head teacher said with concern: "Oh, okay, I'll ask the music teacher to help you get it when we get to the auditorium."

"Don't bother teacher, I can do it myself..."

When they arrived at the auditorium, the uncle and nephew were arranged to wait in the background.From the words of the head teacher along the way, Bian Lang found out why so many parents came to this rehearsal and selection program.

It turns out that tomorrow's performance is divided into two parts, and the one I chose is to go to the auditorium of the Dianyi Primary School and perform with students from the primary school and the middle school.

At that time, leaders and teachers from the attached primary school, attached middle school, and Dianyi Arts will come to watch. It can be regarded as a final theatrical performance of Dianyi’s affiliated schools at all levels, and it is also a publicity for the new semester’s enrollment.

The ones who are not selected will perform in their own class, so without knowing the result, the parents definitely don't want to miss this child's chance to show his face in front of the whole school.

Tomorrow, a total of 4 programs will be selected and sent to them. There are 12 classes in the whole school, and each class has at least 3 programs scheduled. This competition is much fiercer than his "Band" variety show!

In this case, solo singing will naturally suffer. Unless the performance is really outstanding, both the audience and the teacher will definitely prefer large-scale performances such as chorus and group dance.

"No wonder the music teacher doesn't care..." Bian Lang muttered, stretched out his head and glanced at the audience. He saw 10 scoreboards placed in the first row of seats. Looking at them, he felt that they were more formal and fair than those of today's variety shows. !

Zhang Qin and the others were in the middle of the second class. When it was almost time to arrive, Bian Lang pulled out a firefly headdress bought on the road from the side of the piano bag and put it on Zhang Qin. He adjusted his position and said to Zhang Qin: "Qinqin, if there are too many people and you are afraid, then sing with your eyes closed!"

"No uncle, I want to play rock and roll like you in the future, and go to music festivals to be the lead singer!"

Hearing the laughter here, his eyes closed: "If you can really play in the future, my uncle will form a band for you, and the name will be The Cranberries."

"Okay! Uncle is not allowed to play tricks then!"

"Mmm! Mmm!" After Bian Lang responded seriously, he couldn't help but murmur a few words silently:

“Inyourhead, inyourhead, Zombie, zombie, zombie…

What's in your head, in your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie..."

At the same time, Dorothy's black lace and smoky outfit in her previous life in 2011 at the Shanghai concert appeared in her mind.

Bian Lang was in the audience at that time and spent a lot of money to buy infield tickets, but he sat there for almost two hours with a group of middle-aged and elderly people who didn't want to get up and dance.

Li Shuimu sat in front of him and chatted with him after singing "Zombie": "Dolores, a singer who has escaped from vulgar taste, really feels fresh after listening to it live!"