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Chapter 96 The girl told me
"That horse is a bird again..."
"It is a fundamental problem for us humans."
As the music ended, thunderous applause erupted from the surrounding audience.
In the live stream, people who had followed Shen Mo because of this song started giving him virtual gifts.
Tang Yi, who was standing next to him, was dumbfounded.
That's the power of original singers!
I really want to write songs too.
Should I consider taking some further training?
However, she quickly dismissed the idea.
Further education is an extremely time-consuming and energy-intensive endeavor, and given her current career situation, it's simply impossible for her to find the time for it.
The live streaming industry is one that evolves and changes extremely rapidly.
Except for a few exceptional cases, if you take a week off from broadcasting, your fans will completely forget about you.
If you disappear for a month, countless people in the industry will replace you.
She can't stop.
The songs that followed included duets and solo performances, with those not singing supporting each other.
Gu Qingqing and Qian Zheng were also busy.
Each live stream involves interaction in the live stream room, fan engagement in the backend, private messages, and the conversion of fans into private domain traffic after they join the group...
Of course, the workload is heavy, but it's not like there's no time to rest.
During the time the two sing together, the account backend and the live stream are at their quietest, allowing them to take a short break.
"The live streaming room that only sings has never been as popular as the live streaming room next door that sings and dances."
"When did our Tang Yi become this popular?!"
"If I can stay in the top spot for even ten seconds, I'll be completely satisfied."
Qian Zheng took a break to scan the live streams from other areas of the market.
On the phone, the live stream room for the Miracle Quadrant is displayed.
10+ viewers online
Top 1 on the popularity chart...
Hourly Ranking Top 1...
Qian Zheng looked on with envy.
Gu Qingqing had a strange expression, and she was very puzzled by Qian Zheng's current thoughts.
Tang Yi's live stream currently has a stable viewership of over 6.
This data is quite amazing.
During her time on the run, the operations team frequently held debriefing meetings and made accurate assessments of the fan demographics.
In terms of quality, the fans in singers' live streams are higher than those in dance live streams, especially group live streams.
This is not intended to belittle, but rather based solely on data regarding fan loyalty and subsequent purchasing power.
While dance livestreams may seem to be constantly receiving donations, aside from company insiders, the real big spenders are actually the streamers' long-term loyal customers, making up a very small percentage of their fanbase.
But singers' live streams are different. Naturally, fans' donations make up the majority of the revenue. Later on, there are also song-related merchandise, such as T-shirts, albums, and even offline fan meetings. This whole system is quite mature.
Unlike group broadcasting, the offline model is not yet fully operational.
This reveals the current bottleneck for Tangyi.
The ceiling isn't the number of fans, but rather the size of your own management company.
Gu Qingqing thought to herself, of course, she wouldn't be foolish enough to open up to Qian Zheng.
She may not have learned much else at Miracle, but she mastered the art of maintaining a proper distance between people.
"This is the last song!"
"Yes! Time flies! There are so many people here. Thank you, thank you everyone."
Shen Mo and Tang Yi are both top performers in the live streaming field, and their teamwork is becoming increasingly seamless.
The performance lasted for over an hour. The venue was packed with people, and some audience members even stood on chairs they had somehow found to watch the show.
Some of them even climbed up the trees, which startled Shen Mo when he first saw them.
Fortunately, the tree was only thick and not very tall.
At first, Shen Mo wasn't used to it, but now he's even starting to like it.
It's different from dance live streams and group live streams.
Singing draws everyone's attention to you.
They pay attention to every expression, movement, and even tone of voice and breath.
It was more like he was having a conversation with a group of people who were listening intently to his words, a feeling that fascinated him.
"The last song I chose is an old song, which many of you have probably heard."
"The girl told me she hoped everyone would like it."
A wave of discussion immediately erupted both at the scene and in the live broadcast room.
"What song was that girl saying to me?"
"It's normal that the Gen Z upstairs hasn't heard of this; it's part of our youthful memories."
"This song demands a lot of emotion! It seems to be based on the original singer's own real-life experiences."
"Dog son, a rapper, can he really sing this ballad well?"
"It's not about being sentimental, it's about heartbreak (covers face)! Unless the anchor has also been dumped, or his girlfriend has a terminal illness, it's hard to sing that kind of feeling."
"Please! It's just a song, don't take it so seriously. Just show off your skills, you can adapt it, add some rap, it'll definitely be a hit."
……
Shen Mo glanced at the comments on the public screen, smiled faintly, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.
He listened to this song often when he was in high school.
Who hasn't had a white moonlight in their youth?
Looking back now, it's all in the past!
"My heart is empty, the sky is vast, the clouds are heavy..."
Although he didn't have that kind of unforgettable love, nor the clichéd breakup plots from movies, it seems that every boy has a period of time when he likes to hesitate and be alone.
"I hate being alone, but I can't get rid of it..."
The lyrics are simple, with no breath support or any special techniques; they are sung purely from the voice, in a deep and resonant tone.
Compared to songs that are overly technical, emotion is the fundamental element that makes music moving.
"In a person's heart, there is only one treasure..."
"After a while, it turned into tears..."
A tear falls on my left hand, solidifying into loneliness. Looking back, what is there...?
In every memory there is a road, with a row of neat cypress trees on both sides.
In autumn, the leaves slowly fall, making a rustling sound when you step on them.
He remembered that road, where sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the ground and illuminating the girl's face. She smiled, revealing two faint dimples on her cheeks.
He held the gift he had prepared long ago, awkwardly rehearsing how to give it to him.
The girl seemed to sense something, turned around and saw him, her voice tinged with doubt.
"Silence?"
"The girl told me that I protected her dreams, and that there aren't many people in this world who treat her like that..."
The lyrics burst forth almost instinctively from the chest, throat, and lips, and the melody, with a slightly low and hoarse tone, flowed out from the throat.
Compared to a live broadcast, the experience for viewers at the venue is more direct.
Shen Mo was originally still a streamer. Even while singing, he would take care of the audience in the venue and the live broadcast room, interacting with them from time to time.
Now, he is like a boy immersed in memories, singing songs and thinking of people.
Gradually, this feeling began to spread, and some people couldn't help but start swinging their arms and swaying their bodies.
Tang Yi, who was originally supposed to be his partner, now swayed her hands gently to the melody, just like a fan.
One...two...
more and more……
Finally, most of the people present started moving to the rhythm with Tang Yi.
Of course, some people also took out their phones to record videos while gently swaying their bodies.
As Shen Mo sang, his eyes slowly closed, completely immersed in the song.
As his emotions built up, finally, during the second chorus, his voice gradually rose, as if he wanted to shout out his youth.
"The girl said to me..."
Almost simultaneously, all the audience members seemed to be summoned by something, and each of them recalled their own unique memories of youth, which slid down their throats.
"They say I'm a thief, stealing her memories and stuffing them into my mind..."
"I don't need freedom, I just want to carry her dream on my back and move forward step by step. What she gives me will never be heavy."
……