Disaster Artist

Buzzing, buzzing... There was a commotion at the entrance behind the banquet hall, it was too obvious to be ignored, and rustling eyes looked over.

"Ah, Mom, someone has caused trouble!" Lin Hanzhou was worried, lowered his voice, and whispered in Zhuo Yuying's ear.

Zhuo Yuying,

"Shh", he patted Lin Hanzhou's arm lightly to express his comfort, signaling Lin Hanzhou to calm down. Although other people around did not speak, everyone thought the same as Lin Hanzhou. The exchange of eyes between each other could feel the surge of emotions, and the tension on their faces that tried to keep calm could be felt.

Just then—

"Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba!" There was a sound of trombone hitting the keys, and then a male voice could be heard humming the melody softly.

"Bah, blah, blah, blah, blah!" Wait, this is—in the Highland Theater, everyone looked at each other, an idea popped up in their minds, but they were not sure. One or two looked around, trying to find clues at the scene; But unfortunately, they failed. Instead, the audience watching the live broadcast in front of the TV followed the camera and witnessed the miracle.

Song Jiangchao, who appeared in the camera, stood at the entrance of the second floor of the Highland Theater, holding a microphone and singing loudly.

"Recalling that day, at the west station in Nanxiang, I said goodbye to him. We were only seventeen years old. He was gentle and sincere, but I knew I had to leave." Walking, turning around, stepping, jumping.

Song Jiangchao led the camera into the Highland Theater, greeting the bustling crowd all the way. There are security personnel in suits and leather shoes, waiters with cocktails, guests in costumes, and cleaners in fluorescent vests cleaning up the scene... They all follow in the footsteps of Song Jiangchao and meet one after another to become Song Jiangchao. tail, all the way forward, and finally entered the banquet hall.

"Because I know very well that on a Sunday night in summer, we curl up on the sofa, the theater lights slowly dim, and the colorful world created by music and cameras calls me to walk into the screen and walk through every scene." Emotion, a Climbing up little by little—Cheng Jun, at this very moment, is sitting in the circular plaza next to the Highland Theater, gathering with countless movie fans, and they have not left even after the red carpet is over. Witness the grand occasion of tonight's awards ceremony and witness history on the front line.

Uncontrollably, the blood began to boil. Watched the full fourteen times

After "City of Falling Stars", every melody in it has been deeply imprinted in the genes, even with just a drumbeat, Cheng Jun can hear the song and dance, exhausting all his strength to control his urge to scream.

Opening! The opening of the 89th Golden Book Awards Ceremony was not the host's direct appearance, but a song and dance performance kicked off, and Song Jiangchao was the opening guest.

A tribute to "The City of Starfall", which perfectly replicates the long shot of the movie's opening traffic jam. ah! Ahhh!

Every cell in Cheng Jun's body was screaming. Song Jiangchao was slightly nervous. There is no doubt that this is the most important stage of his career. He never dared to imagine that he could be on the stage of the Highland Theater, but now everything is becoming a reality, so he That thread of tension was firmly grasped—and turned into motivation.

With a turn, the world unfolded in front of our eyes: Song Jiangchao took the lead, followed by a mighty backup dancer, walking all the way, and wherever he went, the guests on both sides stood up one after another.

Spinning, jumping, singing to my heart's content, and then, the tension melted into the blood little by little, turning into a slightly trembling excitement and excitement.

A rose-colored world unfolds before my eyes—

"Ah!" Lin Hanzhou saw Song Jiangchao early on, a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, he stood up happily, jumped on the spot, and kept waving at Song Jiangchao.

Lin Changyang was very nervous and tried to stop Lin Hanzhou, but Yu Shao stopped Lin Changyang and hinted with his eyes,

"It doesn't matter". Before Lin Changyang could respond, he could see the crowd standing up one after another in sight. Obviously, Lin Hanzhou was not the only one, which made Lin Changyang feel a little relieved; In the chest cavity, Zhuo Yuying also stood up.

Lin Changyang was dumbfounded. Yu Shao patted Lin Changyang's shoulder lightly, and he stood up himself, and then Lin Changyang followed Yu Shao to stand up in a daze.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!" On the contrary, Lin Hanzhou enjoyed it the most. He didn't care about other people's eyes or the size of the occasion. He just enjoyed the happiness of this moment.

Laughing, jumping, colliding with the melody with their bodies, and shining the sun with their smiles, at this moment, they are not for the Golden Book Awards, but for music, movies, art, and life. Everything is as simple as that.

Hulala... Entering the second verse, the turbulent crowd behind Song Jiangchao spread along the aisle in all directions, filling up all the aisles in the banquet hall of the Highland Theater in a blink of an eye. They all stood up and looked over with curiosity and exploration.

"Climbing the mountain, I want to touch the sky, chase the stars, when reality knocks you down, stand up again; the morning comes on time again, and it's another sunny day." Step!

Tread Tread! As the melody gradually increased, Song Jiangchao trotted all the way, rushed across the aisle and onto the stage, like a tornado, sweeping across the audience mightily, and his rustling eyes followed Song Jiangchao to fly in the wind, watching off Song Jiangchao came to the center of the stage with small steps.

Then, he raised his hands high—wow. The lights in the audience were turned off, and only a spotlight shrouded Song Jiangchao's body. The music disappeared, the dance stopped, and the sudden silence made the heart stop beating. above the corners of the mouth.

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"It's another sunny day!" Song Jiangchao sang loudly, snapping his fingers—crash! The lights cascaded down like a waterfall, and the audience exploded, followed by the melody. The notes played by timpani, cello, trombone and saxophone collided together, bursting out incredible energy.

Everyone, dance together. With the central stage as the center, there are two vertical aisles leading straight to the exit, four horizontal aisles that cut the banquet hall into a five-layer cake, and two vertical aisles on the second floor that are dislocated and intersected. All of them are bustling with dancers, wearing suits and long skirts, one after another joined the ranks of Song Jiangchao: dancing lightly.

The surging and turbulent drum beats were pouring down like thunderstorms in midsummer. People cheered, danced, and jumped, and their blood boiled involuntarily. Everyone in the audience raised their hands high and beat along with Song Jiangchao's dance steps. Play the rhythm with your hands and your body.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Clap clap! The grand and enthusiastic applause, even comparable to that of a live symphony orchestra, became like a big drum, pushing the momentum to a new level.

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