don't call me singer

Chapter 403 This, I'm afraid you really can't
Before the party started, there was a sense of tension in the studio.

Du Wenliang dragged the director and a deputy director of the show, excited:
"I object! These people are not professional dancers at all. How could such an important performance allow laymen to be on stage..."

"This performance is not a school song competition. If something goes wrong, can a child take care of it? He is ignorant, and neither are you?"

"Dancing has its own rules, not everyone can mess around casually, a real dance, not just anyone can dance..."

"Dancing is not a random dance, and being on stage is not to demolish the stage. He did this to apologize to the people of the whole city..."

Du Wenliang originally thought that Gu Xiaobai had hired some professional dance troupe to help him dance, and wanted to see who the other party was.

If the other party is really a top stage, then you can only recognize it...

But when he saw Gu Xiaobai's dance troupe, he was completely outraged and on the verge of going berserk.

Ordinary people may not be able to detect it, but people in the industry can tell at a glance that Gu Xiaobai's so-called dance troupe, their walking posture, temperament, and body shape clearly show that these people have not undergone systematic dance training at all!
Those of us dancers who practice three-nine-year-old in winter and three-month-old summer in summer, and practice ground-cleaning, standing, body rhyme, and basic movements every day, if they can be replaced casually, what are we practicing for!
On such a stage, what qualifications does this kind of dance troupe have to be on stage!
Strictly speaking, what Du Wenliang said makes sense.

But the problem is, it's used in the wrong place.

In this world, there has never been a same standard that can be done once and for all.

On the other side, Gu Xiaobai seemed to have not heard the words at all, and was adjusting various parameters with the tuners next to him.

Every time he goes to a new scene, this is the project that Gu Xiaobai spends the most time on. After all, his vocal range and singing methods are too rich. When switching vocals, the radio tuning method also needs to be switched.This performance also requires him to move around on the stage at any time. When dancing, he also needs to switch between the headset microphone and the microphone. It can be said that he is always challenging the limits of the tuner and live radio.

Everything next to him has been automatically blocked by him.

Without this kind of concentration, what kind of academic master is there.

It wasn't until Du Wenliang rushed in front of him angrily that Gu Xiaobai raised his head in a daze: "Who are you? What's the matter?"

Du Wenliang: "..."

He had a feeling that he had rolled his eyes and was completely blind.

Did Gu Xiaobai not hear himself at all just now?
Of course I didn't hear it. If Gu Xiaobai listened to everyone, he might still be apologizing to the "retired old professor".

If it is ignored, the momentum will naturally disappear.

Du Wenliang stammered, and told Gu Xiaobai his appeal again.

"Change the dance troupe? Do you want to change the song?" Gu Xiaobai turned to look at the deputy director and director behind him.

"No no no."

"Nothing!"

Gu Xiaobai turned his head back again.

"Excuse me, we're going to rehearse."

For Gu Xiaobai, the rehearsal is not for the effect of live performance, but to test the effect of radio.

After all, walking back and forth in the venue may affect the signal.

Du Wenliang saw that Gu Xiaobai was out of action, so he pestered the director and the others again: "At least let us perform it live for you to see..."

"The performance on this stage is really better with a professional dance troupe."

"We did this for this show. After all, it's a live broadcast across the country. It's a major event that the ten cities pay attention to..."

"Whether the performance is good or not is related to the image of our city..."

As soon as Du Wenliang got on the line and went online, the two felt a little guilty and couldn't help but look at each other.

Moreover, they actually felt that what Du Wenliang said was right, after all, Du Wenliang was also a prominent figure in the dance circle in Dongcheng.

"Why don't you try it? Let Xiaobai see your strength, maybe he will agree?"

Du Wenliang was overjoyed when he got this sentence, he quickly waved his hand to the side of the stage, and a group of people immediately ran up the stage from the side of the stage with silver bright soft knives.

The dancers ran with graceful posture and brisk steps, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Across the stage, Jiang Wei was looking at these people coldly.

Gu Xiaobai didn't hear it, but it doesn't mean they didn't hear it.

Although they are not really a professional dance troupe, they don't like others to underestimate them.

Maybe other dances are yours.

But the sword dance...is ours!
At this moment, seeing that they really wanted to go on stage, Jiang Wei squinted his eyes and waved his hand.

Brothers, dudes!
On the opposite side, a group of dancers who had already put on their armor pressed their knives in one hand, and with a "boom", they ran up from the other side of the stage with neat steps.

Jiang Wei ran at the front, and suddenly shouted angrily, "Drink!"

With a "clang", 48 long knives were unsheathed at the same time!
With the knife in hand, in an instant, the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword are magnificent!

Beside the stage, the deputy director and the director even stared out their eyes.

Not to mention them, even Du Wenliang was dumbfounded.

When Gu Xiaobai performed, he was not there.All along, he watched videos and analyzed the movements of the dance troupe.

I have been entangled in why I have imitated the movements, but I don't have that kind of beauty.

At this moment, two groups of people ran onto the stage from both sides of the stage, full of strong visual conflicts.

On the right side of the stage are the professional dancers of the Du Wenliang Dance Troupe. They hold sharp soft knives in their hands and wear custom-made soft armor that does not affect the dance movements. They are also decorated with sequined gauze, which is gorgeous and light.

But on the other side, Jiang Wei led his 47 colleagues, wearing Xuanjia, Chichan, and Zhajia helmets. The armor might weigh dozens of catties. They held the long swords around their waists with their left hands. The running posture is uniform and the footsteps are heavy.

What do you mean by being afraid of comparing goods?

The two groups of people on the stage, just from the texture, have completely seen the difference.

This is probably the difference between 9 fast 9 free shipping and 9 original products.

When they reached one-third of the stage, Jiang Wei shouted loudly, and 48 people drew their swords out of their sheaths at the same time. The blades were pitch black, and only the blades were as bright as snow.

In an instant, Xue's bright knife light dazzled people's eyes, and he was full of murderous aura, rushing towards his face like overwhelming mountains and seas.

That feeling is like staring at the tip of a needle, sharp, dangerous, and chills!
With a "swipe", the dance troupe who ran onto the stage from one side turned their heads in fright and ran back again.

But Du Wenliang couldn't even speak harsh words.

What can be said?
What else can I say?
At this moment, he finally understood where the gap was.

It's not about basic skills, nor is it about beauty, figure, posture...

This is not the dance he wants at all, and it is not the dance he understands at all.

In primitive times, when people prayed and offered sacrifices to God, the dancers were the strongest warriors, wizards and leaders in the tribe, not professional dancers who stretched their legs, pulled their ligaments and pressed their insteps every day.

In the feudal era, when people danced with their swords drawn, the dancers were brave generals, learned literati, and even ninety-five-year-old kings, and they were not necessarily professional actors.

Dance is the language of the body.

But the body has never had only one language.

It's just one of the expressions of the heart.

"So this is "Champion Overture"..."

"It turns out that this is the sword dance..."

Behind Du Wenliang, the vice-director and the director had their scalps numb and their hairs standing on end.

Seeing this kind of performance in person and seeing it on video are two completely different experiences.

They can't wait to see such a performance at the closest distance!

"Old Du, you should come down, this, I'm afraid you really can't..."

(End of this chapter)