lovenovelstory Chapter 73 The Great New Era, please enjoy the medley of songs.
Chapter 73 The Great New Era, please enjoy the medley of songs.
Chapter 73 The Great New Era, please enjoy the medley of songs.
Lin Hanjiang's heart was beating a few beats faster than usual.
Even though he has lived two lives, his mind and will are much more mature than those of his peers.
Facing the upcoming performance and the audience below the stage, a surge of heat still welled up uncontrollably in my chest.
It wasn't just tension, but also a sense of honor and a thrill of participating in history.
Performing at the Great Hall of the People—I doubt anyone would believe it if I told them.
Lin Hanjiang's smile deepened; excitement was inevitable, but he still had to keep his composure.
Zhang, standing next to him, was clearly even more so.
Although she is already a young singer who has seen many big stages and participated in many important performances.
But at this moment, as she checked her makeup one last time in the mirror, her fingers trembled almost imperceptibly.
Zhang took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, but her slightly flushed cheeks betrayed her feelings.
"Senior sister, relax."
Lin Hanjiang smiled reassuringly.
"Consider it another large-scale showcase. Our songs and our singing style have all been tested and proven."
Zhang also rolled her eyes at him.
"You make it sound so easy. How can it be the same? The people sitting in the audience—those are—"
She didn't say the title aloud, but instead pursed her lips, which were painted with bright red lipstick.
"My palms are sweating, Hanjiang, aren't you nervous? You won't forget your lines, will you? What if you start singing too high because you're nervous? —"
She began to feel anxious and insecure, which is a typical sign of excessive stress.
Lin Hanjiang picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table, unscrewed it, and handed it to her: "Have a sip of water to soothe your throat. You won't forget the lyrics even if you memorize them backwards. I know the key. The band at the Great Hall of the People is definitely from rehearsals, so don't worry."
He paused, looked into Zhang Ye's eyes, and spoke with even greater seriousness.
"Senior sister, do you remember what Teacher Jin often said? A singer on stage should have the audience in their eyes and the melody in their heart; everything else is just distraction." Who's sitting in the audience is important, but what's more important is whether we can convey the hope in "The Story of Spring" and the pride in "Entering the New Era" faithfully and without compromise. Singing well is the greatest respect we can show to the audience."
These words were like a reassuring pill.
Zhang also took a small sip of water, which calmed her down a bit.
She looked into Lin Hanjiang's calm eyes, and his composure beyond his years touched her.
"You're right, I was a bit confused. The song is good, we practiced it so many times, there's no problem."
She repeated it as if to encourage herself.
"no problem."
The performance in the foreground is underway.
The melodious and moving military songs and the powerful recitation could be faintly heard.
Each performance was quickly followed by enthusiastic applause.
At this moment, a group of performers in the hall walked towards the stage.
They are the performers of the large-scale opera "The Soul of the Army".
Lin Hanjiang had watched them rehearse many times.
Bai Xue was among them, and it was almost her turn to perform on stage.
Just then, she saw Lin Hanjiang.
"Bai Xue, you can do it!"
Lin Hanjiang nodded to her, offering encouragement.
Bai Xue playfully made an OK sign, then hurriedly left for the performance.
That's how it is backstage: busy, intersecting, encouraging each other, yet everyone fighting their own battle.
Time seemed to stretch out while waiting, yet it also seemed to fly by.
Finally, the etiquette officer who had been there earlier came to their side.
"Program number 29, Comrade Zhang Ye and Comrade Lin Hanjiang, please come with me to prepare for going on stage."
"It's our turn!"
Zhang suddenly stood up, his movement so abrupt that he almost knocked over the chair.
Lin Hanjiang reached out to support her and gently patted her arm.
The two followed the etiquette staff through the dimly lit backstage corridor.
They could clearly hear the announcer's voice coming through the speakers.
The fact that it was hosted by Zhao Zhongxiang and Ni Ping shows the high level of importance of this gala.
They were led behind the side curtain strip.
From here, you can glimpse a corner of the stage illuminated by lights, and see the outline of part of the audience seating area.
It was a dark, orderly, and quiet mass of leaders, mostly wearing Zhongshan suits and Western suits.
The atmosphere in the audience was completely different from that of a typical performance.
The applause rose and fell like a tide, signaling the end of the previous program.
The actors quickly exited from the other side.
Lin Hanjiang felt Zhang Ye's hand gently grasp his sleeve.
He turned his hand around and squeezed her hand tightly, whispering, "Senior sister, look at me."
Zhang also turned his head, his eyes showing some panic.
"come on!"
Zhang looked into his eyes, nodded vigorously, released his grip on his sleeve, took a deep breath, and straightened his back.
At the front of the stage, Zhao Zhongxiang's deep and steady voice came through the speakers: "The spring breeze of reform and opening up has swept across the land of China, and the melody of the new era inspires us to forge ahead. Next, please enjoy a medley of songs: 'The Story of Spring' and 'Entering the New Era.' Performed by Zhang Ye and Lin Hanjiang."
The applause rang out again, even more enthusiastic than before, and seemed to carry a sense of anticipation.
"Comrades, come up on stage and perform."
The ushers stepped aside to make way and gestured in a low voice.
Lin Hanjiang glanced at Zhang Ye again, their eyes met, and they nodded to each other.
Then, he took the lead, stepping out from the side curtain strip and walking towards the heart-pounding incandescent white light.
Zhang followed closely behind, his pace slightly slower, but equally determined.
The moment they stepped onto the stage, the pre-adjusted spotlights arrived as scheduled, enveloping them.
The floor beneath my feet was solid, and in front of me was the audience seating facing the stage.
The lights were so bright that they couldn't clearly see the faces of everyone in the audience.
More importantly, they spotted the figures seated in the front row right in the center of the audience almost immediately.
Especially the leader with gray hair, wearing a gray Zhongshan suit and multi-layered sole shoes.
Although the details are unclear, the location is unmistakable.
Lin Hanjiang felt his heart pound heavily in his chest, and blood rushed to his eardrums, making a buzzing sound.
Excitement, honor, joy—all sorts of emotions intertwined in an instant.
He subconsciously clenched his hands, which were hanging at his sides.
"Take a deep breath!"
He silently recited it in his mind.
At this moment, the carefully arranged prelude music came into view.
Fortunately, the band and conductor remained the same; they just moved to a bigger stage.
The soothing and affectionate introduction to "The Story of Spring," with its interweaving of piano and orchestra, is like a gentle stream, soothing tense nerves.
He turned his head slightly, using his peripheral vision to confirm that Zhang had also stopped and adjusted his breathing.
Zhang Ye also looked at him and nodded slightly.
The prelude is about to end.
Lin Hanjiang raised the microphone and brought it close to his lips.
All distracting thoughts were forcibly cleared away at this moment, leaving only the melody and lyrics in my mind.
And heartfelt emotions.
He began, his clear and narrative voice flowing out: "1979, it was a spring."
>