"Please two of you stand in front of the stage!" "At this moment, what do you want to say to your relatives, friends or the audience?" The microphone was first handed to Zhang Xueyou. He was a bit sincere and choked up his words: "I have liked singing since I was a child. I don't think there is anything special about it. I just treat it as a hobby. I have also participated in competitions and my results are not bad. I am an ordinary child. Staff, singing seems to have become a part of my life, a kind of showing off? At a gathering of friends, I asked Jacky, would you like to sing a song? I did my part, it seemed to be a showcase for me. But I participated in this show and walked through one episode after another. Finally standing here, I enjoyed the joy of singing for the first time. This process is so wonderful! Be it Ah Xian, Lin Yilian or Huang Kaiqin, everyone is very good. No matter who wins the championship, we all sincerely congratulate him! "Wow, you speak so well. What do you want me to say?" " Priscilla Chan brought back the sensational atmosphere with one sentence and said with a smile: "My mood is similar to his. I feel very, very happy to be on this show. I didn't know that I could sing and dance at the same time, and I also met many good friends. Brother B has given me so much help. In fact, the four of us made an appointment that no matter who wins the first place, we will run to hug him. "OK!" "We have officially started voting to see who is the winner of The Voice!" After saying this, maybe it can make everyone see clearly, the lights on the stage slowly dimmed, the host withdrew to the side, leaving only Zhang Xueyou and Priscilla Chan standing in the center of the stage. The two looked at each other, stretched out their hands to hold them tightly, and closed their eyes. "Please vote!"
The audience began to press the voting machines, and the lights suddenly lit up on the wall, and more and more lights came on. These lights are divided into two areas, Zhang Xueyou on the left and Priscilla Chan on the right. They are clearly arranged and can be seen at a glance. It is easy to see the difference in quantity. The two of them still had their eyes closed, not daring to look behind or in front of them. They really didn't know the answer. Only the Evil God was watching in the studio. Zhong Zhentao and Huang Zhan had already stood up, and they didn't know who was the champion. Huang Ting rarely showed anxiety, and his head was sweating. Zhong Zhentao even stretched out his fingers to count. Atmosphere creation! Everyone is anxious. The lights seem to light up very slowly, one by one, row by row, column by column. There are more than 100 lights on the left side and more than 100 lights on the right side, which are about the same. Then it continues to light up, densely. "How much? How much?" "I'm not good at math!" Zhong Zhentao didn't forget his character until the last moment, and of course he might have played in his true colors. When more than 200 lights lit up in the left area, the speed slowed down, but the right ones were still on. More than 300 lights were quickly covered, and the difference could be seen with the naked eye... "A-Xian!" "Axian!" Inside and outside the TV, someone was already calling the champion's name, getting louder and louder, becoming more and more confident. Zhang Xueyou opened his eyes, looking disappointed. Priscilla Chen still closed his eyes, and his hands were shaking with excitement. Finally, the host announced: "The results have come out. Everyone can see clearly that the winner of "The Voice of Asia" is Priscilla Chan!" Bang! A huge colorful ball exploded above the head, and countless ribbons and sequins fell like rain, creating a full atmosphere. Huang Lu was originally depressed, but suddenly she felt familiar, as if she had seen this scene before. ! " A teenage boy kicked over the coffee table, ran wildly back and forth in the living room, and was beaten severely by his mother. There were also several young people who gathered together to watch TV and toasted with beers: "I said it was her! It must be her!" "I paid 20 yuan, hehe!" "A-Xian is really cute and sings well. I will definitely buy the album when it comes out." "The album must have sold out. How can anyone be like her, who is known to the whole Hong Kong before she even debuts?" at the scene. Priscilla Chan's eyes widened and she couldn't believe it. Zhang Xueyou was the first to hug her, followed by Lin Yilian and Huang Kaiqin who also ran over. She was surrounded in the middle and burst into tears. The host handed over the microphone, and she cried and said: "I, I don't know what to say. I want to thank many people, but the one I want to thank most right now is Brother B!"
She suddenly became emotional and ran directly down to hug Zhong Zhentao. Zhong Zhentao, who has been acting for one season, is also emotionally moved at this moment. He is also wiping tears and patting her shoulders to comfort her. The entire audience stood up, clapped, cheered, and fell into a sea of joy. The music of "Star" sounded again. Huang Zhan came up to the stage and called Ye Zhentang and Lisa Du to come up. The four instructors and the four students sang together: "Ah... the stars are also bright, accompany me on my night walks, and give me my shadow." Ah... the starlight leads the way, the language of the wind , listen gently... and go away in search of dreams, even if you walk on a rugged and dangerous path..." ." In this situation, the audience in front of the TV seemed to be watching a stage play that was carefully rehearsed and performed on the spot. From the first episode to the last episode, there were joy, touching, nonsense, regret, all kinds of things. The story affects their emotions. And in the end, it reached the highest point and made everything wonderful When the stage disappeared and GG cut in, many people were reluctant to change the channel and sighed: "It's so short. I'm willing to watch 20 issues. I wonder if there will be one next year?" "It's so popular, there must be one!" "Not necessarily. How many people in Hong Kong can sing? If there aren't so many good singers next year, it won't be possible." "Oh, it suddenly feels so empty! What are we waiting for?" "Whatever!" "Woooooo!" At home, Priscilla Chan was also crying when she saw herself winning the championship. Her mother found it funny: "You've experienced it on the spot, why are you still crying?" It's a different angle! I watched TV and found out that I'm so great! "Yeah, it's really good!" It was rare for the father to praise. He also found that his daughter was radiant on the stage and was born to do this job. He asked: "Do you have any plans next?" "I will talk about it at the company meeting tomorrow." "Alas, it's a pity that I'm not the champion!" "It's not bad to be the runner-up. From now on, I will be your fan!" Zhang Xueyou was also accepting congratulations from his family. His mother and sister were very positive. His brother suddenly asked: "There will be a bonus for the second place, right?" "The bonus is a few thousand yuan, and the first place is not much either. The main thing is to sign a contract." "Then will you make money by releasing a record?" "I really don't know. I won't know until I go to the company tomorrow." In the dormitory, Chen Qi turned off the TV and was very self-modest: "It's not satisfactory and needs to be improved." "The first season was like this, and I can't do the second season. Where can I get talents?" He was worried, but his expression didn't care. He was a typical person who dug a hole without caring about the burial. It didn't matter to him whether the second season could be done or not. His goal had been achieved. Unless there was a greater benefit, he would take it on himself. And the copyright was in his hands. Gold Medal Records signed four of the top artists in one go, plus Deric Wan. Hacken Lee is too young and still has to go to school. Since they have signed, they have to release albums and collect songs. Zhang Xueyou and Priscilla Chan were originally from PolyGram, and there were many covers, because PolyGram is a multinational company and the copyrights are easily transferred. Now that they have been signed by him, they have to buy the copyrights if they want to cover. Chen Qi supports original works and does not reject covers, because it makes money! Covers require Chinese lyrics, but he happens to not know how to compose music, but only know how to write lyrics, ugh! He only knows how to copy songs. He can also make some royalties in a fair and honest way. "In addition to being a famous screenwriter, I will also be a master of lyrics in the future!" (I'm done! No more.)