"I don't remember the chords very much. There should be a guitar SOLO for you and your partners, right?" Zhou Zhi asked in a low voice as he followed Xiaoyu to the stage.
"Yes, how do you know?" Xiaoyu felt that Zhou Zhi was not a pure layman. At least she could know how she and her friends deal with this song, and she felt a little relieved.
When I passed by the bar, Zhou Zhi saw a decorative sand bell on the wall, so he took it off. He shook it and found that it could be used. He smiled and said, "I will use this as a signal in a while."
The two of them came to the stage. Zhou Zhi held Xiaoyu's hand and helped her sit on the high stool, adjusted the guitar microphone for her, and moved the singing microphone to her without saying much nonsense: "A song "IfICould" is dedicated to everyone, especially the friends at Table 2."
With the cheers of Ikeda Qiumai Xiaomiao and Zhang Siluo's blew kisses, the guitar sounded.
Although I am not familiar with the chords made by Xiaoyu himself, the sand bell played a role. The shaking sound of the sand bell gave Xiaoyu a desolate atmosphere. If the sound of the guitar is like the wind of the Andean Plateau, the sand bell is like the echo of the mountain, and the two complement each other.
After swinging the sand bell several times, when Zhou Zhi swung the last time, Xiaoyu did not cooperate with the sound of the sand bell, but fell by a halftone.
In fact, Zhou Zhi cooperated here and found out based on the song that it was time to cut in, and this delayed semitone was a clear signal.
When the next halftone began, Zhou Zhi started singing tacitly.
“I'dratherbeasparrowthanasnail—
YesI would, ifI could, Isurely would, hm-m——
I'dratherbeahammerthananail—
YesI would, ifI could, Isurely would, hm-m…”
For Zhou Zhi, this song is of mid-bass, and the song is full of depressing magnetism. The effect is surprisingly good when combined with the free guitar and desolate sand bell.
Other guests in the small bar have already started applauding, expressing their recognition of the performance of the two.
“…Hegivestheworlditssaddestsound—
Itssaddestsound..."
After the first chorus was finished, Zhou Zhi turned around gently, spread his right hand and made a recommendation action, indicating that it was time for Xiaoyu guitar SOLO.
Xiaoyu was so happy just now. She just guessed that Zhou Zhi might not be too bad in singing, but she didn't expect to sing so well and completely reach the professional level.
Especially the charm of English, Zhou Zhi's pronunciation and pronunciation are completely different from Paul Simon's, but it is very "authentic" and does not have any Asian accent.
This is Zhou Zhi’s natural language talent. He can speak both London accent and New York accent in English, and has also been recognized by Fu Xia and Mai Xiaomiao.
Because he needs to study the pronunciation of Chinese characters, he now speaks Mandarin, Cantonese and Hakka dialect quite authentically, and even dialects from other places can be put into a few sentences.
Because of the tacit understanding of cooperation, this particularly surprise and excitement was reflected in this SOLO, and it received applause from the audience.
When he felt that SOLO was coming to an end, Zhou Zhi roared the sand bell again, adding a sense of vicissitudes to the music. After three rings, Xiaoyu's guitar delayed another half-beat, and Zhou Zhi's singing rang again in time.
After the second chorus was finished, the performance came to an end. Zhou Zhi and Xiaoyu were already having fun. The two of them automatically had a tacit understanding of guitar and blues. Finally, they ended the performance in Zhou Zhi's gradually lifting and weakening sand ringtone.
"Okay--" Those who come here to listen to music are all people with high taste. They can empathize with the perfunctory, serious and passionate performances of different degrees. They can't help but praise Xiaoyu and Zhou Zhi's performances.
Especially two tables of foreigners who had sent rewards before, but now they whistle excitedly. Zhou Zhiqian Xiaoyu got off the high stool, and the two bowed to the audience and walked off the stage.
"Mr. Zhou, this is yours." Xiaoyu led Zhou Zhi behind the bar and handed him a fifty dollar bill: "Let's share it evenly."
"No, I am a guest, you are the performer, all of these should be yours." Zhou Zhi refused Xiaoyu's kindness: "Thank you for allowing me to enjoy such elegant service. Your SOLO is so great!"
"Well, the performance is excellent when you cooperate with each other!" Mars walked over with two cocktails: "I can't tell at all that this is your first time working together. Zhou Sheng is a professional singer? Are you interested in coming to our place to stay?"
"I'm on a business trip to Beijing and come with my friends to play at night." Zhou Zhi said helplessly: "I can't refuse when I'm rushing to the stage by them."
After saying that, he picked up the wine glass: "Sorry, I think I should accompany Xiaoyu to a few tables of guests toast the wine first, after all, someone else gave me a reward."
Mars' eyes suddenly showed his appreciation for Zhou Zhi, and he took out his own business card: "Ms. Zhang's friend is my friend."
"Oh, I don't bring a business card when I come out to play." Zhou Zhi politely accepted Mars's business card: "Next time."
Mars nodded.
Zhou Zhi and Xiaoyu picked up their wine glasses and walked towards the two tables of foreigners who had just given them a reward. This was also the usual routine of bar singers. Zhou Zhi was used to nightclubs and didn't need to teach them at all.
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A bartender wiped the cup and said to Mars: "Boss, this guy sang well. Look at this, isn't he interesting to Xiaoyu?"
Mars quickly stopped him: "He is a distinguished guest of Miss Zhang and Miss Ikeda, so he will not be an ordinary person, and he comes with his female companion himself. Don't talk nonsense. If you offend someone, I can't kill you!"
"Then he will accompany Xiaoyu to toast?" The bartender didn't understand.
"That's because they don't want us to do it!" Mars looked at Zhou Zhi, who was amused by the foreigners at the two tables in just a few words, and sighed: "I was originally just playing around, but I didn't expect that I sang so well and was regarded as a resident singer. He just made the mistake and took the initiative to help us make this show come true. What's this called?"
"What's the name?"
"I don't care about my own face, but I save our face. This is called chaotic!" Mars said admiringly: "After the gentleman returns to the second table, I will give you a fruit plate. The big one, and add another dried red one."
After Zhou Zhi finished the drink with Xiaoyu and returned to the second table, everyone warmly welcomed him. Zhang Siluo was happiest: "My persistence is right! Elbow, you are already at the professional level."
Mai Xiaomiao held Zhou Zhi's arm and said proudly, "Just just saw two tables of guests giving you a reward. You don't have to worry about being hungry by singing."
Everyone here knows how rich Zhou Zhi is. He is amused by Mai Xiaomiao's words. Matsui Sao was also very curious: "How much tip did they give you?"
"I gave two fifty dollars." Zhou Zhi himself felt funny: "But I didn't keep it, I gave it to Xiaoyu. Her guitar is good."
"The key is that you can still understand so well for the first time." Ikedaqiu was still intoxicated: "Especially the one you picked up temporarily..."
"Sandbell."
"Ah yes, that sand bell!" An Chunjia nodded: "It's a stroke of magic!"
"That's not just for accompaniment," Zhou Zhizhei smiled and said, "It's actually a small prop for us to send signals." (End of this chapter)