Chapter 396 - A Stunning Scene in the Dressing Room! (1/2)

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”Woman Flower”'s votes for best program rapidly increased!

Although it could not catch up to a skit, 'Are You Coming', nor could it compare to a cross-talk program ranked at the top, it was all a result of song-related programs being limited by the Spring Festival Gala. However, compared to other song-related programs, it was leading by a large margin. Just a few minutes ago, it had even caught up to ”LOVE-ONE” sang by Lee Anson, who was extremely popular in the country. ”Woman Flower” even momentarily surpa.s.sed it!

”It's been surpa.s.sed!”

”Haha! Nice!”

”The Korean's song has been taken down!”

”Can this song still continue rising?”

”No chance of that. It's all language-related programs on top!”

”It's already not bad reaching this spot. Hur Hur. 'Woman Flower' is now ranked number one for song-related programs at the Spring Festival Gala. Awesome! I heard that the Gala's live version will be released tomorrow. I also saw Zhang Yuanqi's manager, Fang Weihong's post on Weibo that Sister Zhang will be releasing a solo version of 'Woman Flower' the day after tomorrow. Grandma Zhang will probably do the same and release a solo version as well. I heard they are just talking to Zhang Ye about the copyright now!”

”If a single is out, I'll definitely buy it!”

”Forget about buying the CD. That's outdated, but I will spend money to buy a high quality version of 'Woman Flower'. It's really nice!”

The song was very well-liked!

Zhang Yuanqi and Zhang Xia's performance was also very well-received!

Even Zhang Ye, the composer, got some visibility as a result of the ma.s.sive audience watching the Spring Festival Gala and the ma.s.sive popularity of Zhang Yuanqi and Zhang Xia. Of course, he was only a composer, so the amount of attention given to him could not compare to the performer as few people paid any attention to this, but then again, the viewers.h.i.+p of the Spring Festival Gala was completely heaven-defying, with about 20% of the nation watching this channel in front of their televisions. These numbers were ma.s.sive. Even if one out of a thousand people paid attention to the composer Zhang Ye after listening to the earth-shaking ”Woman Flower”, that was still a lot of popularity!

This was precisely the difference Zhang Ye had in his development compared to other mainstream celebrities. He was different from others. He did things here and there. Writing novels and poems. A song here, a program there. A lecture at times, and even did an advertis.e.m.e.nt. He used all of this to acc.u.mulate his popularity bit by bit. Others could become immediately popular after filming a movie, but their popularity would decline after that for extended periods of time. Their popularity would rise again once they were filmed in another movie or television drama. Most people were like that, but Zhang Ye wasn't. Ever since he debuted, his popularity had never declined nor had it remained stagnant. His popularity did not increase as fast as them, but it was increasing on a daily basis! How did he do it? It was all based on this sort of acc.u.mulation! No matter how small a mosquito was, it was also flesh. Zhang Ye would never miss an opportunity that could increase his popularity!

It was almost 11.

Central TV Broadcasting Studio 1.

In a particular dressing room, Zhang Ye was still sleeping soundly. He was sleeping ever since the Gala began until now. He was completely unaware of what was happening outside or the stirring buzz. He didn't even know about the commotions in the room. He had slept too late last night and had woken way to early this morning. It caused him to sleep like a dead pig.

Ga!

It was a ear-piercing screech of a chair being pulled out!

Zhang Ye's eyelids twitched as he leaned sideways in a half-awaken state. Other sounds entered his ear. Outside the curtain that hid the sofa he was on, there were people talking.

There were a lot of sounds.

There were a lot of women's voices.

There were all sorts of tinkling sounds with things being moved as well as some rustling.

”Grandma Zhang Xia, you look so beautiful today.” The voice sounded very young, but he did not know her.

”Really? Thank you.” It was Zhang Xia's voice..

”I can't call you Granny next time and should call you Big Sis. That big red flower on your head really suits you. It makes you look even younger than me!” It was still that person's voice.

Zhang Xia's laughter transmitted over. ”Hur Hur, Yuanqi and I acted young today!”

Another woman's voice: ”I once dreamed of being a singer. When I was young, my parents always listened to your songs, giving me that dream. However, you can't always get what you want, right? I actually did not have this talent. Finally, after graduating from Central Conservatory of Music, I switched careers and became a dancer.”

A delicate voice said, ”Eh, Xiaojing, you were from a music conservatory? I've only just realized now.”

”Indeed I am. I am an authentic graduate from a music conservatory. Furthermore, I majored in singing. Sister Zhang, when I was schooling, I heard that you came to our school's auditorium as a guest to teach music. I'm not sure if you remember. After the cla.s.s, all of us surrounded you asking for your autograph. You spent about half an hour to give each and every one of us an autograph. You did not reject anyone and did not put on celebrity airs.”

”I have some impression of that. Were you there?” It was Zhang Yuanqi's voice. It was magnetic and very characteristic.

”That's right. You gave me your autograph, and I still have it hanging in my closet.”

Zhang Yuanqi: ”I saw your dance performance just now. It was really very good, and was extremely high in artistic quality. Thankfully you switched careers, reducing the number of detours.”

”Right, now that I think about it, I'm still good at dancing. I heard you learned dancing in the past too and are great at it. If there's a chance in the future, can I consult you?”

Zhang Yuanqi: ”Hur Hur, you would put me to shame. You are a professional dancer, so how can I even compare to you? We can have some exchanges, and in this circle, I have quite some face. If you need to do any commercial performances or other performances, you can look for me. I'll help get you in touch with the right people.”

The girl's voice sounded excited. ”Really, Sister Zhang?”

Another woman's voice said, ”Since Sister Zhang has agreed to help you, then it can't be fake. Sister Zhang, do you still remember me?”

Zhang Yuanqi: ”Of course. I heard many people calling you Little Zhang Yuanqi. I don't like that t.i.tle of yours. You’ll definitely be better than me in the future. Your singing voice is very unique.”

The woman said, ”Don't, your a.s.sessment is too high! Although it was a five person choral, it was all down to luck for me to go up on stage. How can I compare with you? I haven't even thanked you for the other time. Back then, I didn't know you and encountered a management company that wanted to ban me, preventing me from releasing alb.u.ms. I really was out of choices then. Later on, an industry friend suggested me to look for you. At that gathering, I mustered my courage to tell you about it. In the end, it was settled the second day. I later heard that you gave my management company's higher-ups a call after the meal, settling it for me.”

Zhang Yuanqi: ”It was nothing.”

The woman said, ”It might be nothing to you, but it was everything to me. I was not famous at all when I released alb.u.ms in the past. I never expected you to really care so much as to help me.”

The women chatted.

There were quite a few exchanges, and seemed like there were about eight or nine people.

Zhang Ye became more and more awake. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. He sat up from the sofa. What was the situation? The Spring Festival Gala was over? How was he to go back? Old Zhang had also gotten off stage? The performance was over? How was the performance? Was the response from the audience okay? Zhang Ye did not know a thing. He looked at his watch and oh boy, it was almost 11! In about an hour, the clock would strike midnight. He really could sleep, missing his own song's performance!