Evan’s Trials in Tinseltown Chapter 3

After resting at home for a day, Evan Yu made a meal to reward himself. Early on the morning of the 6th, he arrived at Xingyao Building.

Mason Meng held a printed class schedule in his hand and talked as he walked.

"Classes start at eight o'clock every morning and end at six o'clock in the evening. There is a two-hour break at noon. There is dance form in the morning, vocal music in the afternoon, and you can arrange your time freely in the evening. Is that okay?"

Evan Yu had memorized the class schedule by heart and replied, "No problem, I can accept this intensity."

Mason Meng fanned himself with his class schedule and sighed, "You have to accept it even if you don't accept it. We are very tight on time. In five days, He Qiubai from "The Sound of Heaven" will come over to see you. My relationship is about to get through, but can we pass his test? It's still up to you."

Seeing that Evan Yu understood the importance, he stopped talking and pointed at the paper, "The 30th to 35th floors are all practice rooms. 307 and 337 are under my name. Don't run around these days and follow them carefully." "Teacher learns."

The rest of the year should come down. He guessed that there must be some reason why Mason Meng specifically told him, "Don't run around." However, Mason Meng didn't say much and he didn't ask too many questions. The most important thing at the moment was to teach the class well.

Just as they were talking, the two of them had already reached the thirty-third floor. Mason Meng raised the class schedule in his hand and said, "The teacher is inside. I have a meeting to hold. See you at noon!"

When Evan Yu entered the dance studio, the voices of people talking inside stopped instantly, as if they had drawn a pause. The few vague words I heard seemed to have his name in them, and they should be talking about him.

As if he heard nothing, Evan Yu stood there and bowed, "Hello, teachers. I am Evan Yu. I will have to work hard for you two teachers in the next few days."

An Cheng met Evan Yu's smiling face and also laughed, "No wonder Brother Meng gave us many warnings and told us to take it seriously. Just based on the appearance, we can say that he has indeed found a treasure this time."

He was about thirty years old and well-maintained. He raised his hand and said, "Hello, I'm An Cheng, happy to work with you!"

Evan Yu raised his hand to hold An Cheng's hand and said politely, "Hello, Teacher An."

Huo Xing, who was standing next to An Cheng, didn't have much of a good look on his face. There were not obvious wrinkles between his eyebrows. He looked serious and inaccessible, "Huo Xing."

Evan Yu still said hello with a smile, "Hello, Teacher Huo."

An Cheng crossed his arms and winked at Evan Yu, "You, Teacher Huo, are just like this. If you are lazy about paddling during practice, you will be punished."

Evan Yu clasped his hands together and blinked, "If I'm lazy, Teacher Huo must be tough on me."

An Cheng laughed and slapped Evan Yu on the shoulder, "This guy is good, he's on the road!"

But throughout the morning, Evan Yu had no chance to be scolded. When Mason Meng came over to check on the situation at 11:30, Huo Xing carried a black kettle, looked at Evan Yu who was learning the moves from An Cheng from a distance, and briefly commented, "Very good."

Mason Meng raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "I'm sure the person I chose is good!" He was a little surprised, "But I can get this evaluation from the stingy Teacher Huo. What did Evan Yu do?"

Huo Xing glanced at Mason Meng and said, "Be willing to endure hardship, don't complain about pain, be serious, smart, respect teachers, have patience and perseverance, and have good physical condition."

Mason Meng said "tsk" several times and joked, "How many benefits did Evan Yu give you that you praise him so much?"

Seeing that Huo Xing was concentrating on drinking water and not replying, Mason Meng became more serious and said, "It only takes five days, do you think it will last for more than a year?"

He would rather hear Huo Xing's opinion on this issue.

"Before meeting the person, I thought you were dreaming. After meeting the person," Huo Xing did not say for sure, "you can give it a try."

"With your words, I feel at ease." Mason Meng watched Evan Yu, who fell to the floor, get up neatly and stand up again. He continued to learn the movements and hissed through his teeth, "This 'bang' It hurts when I hear it."

Huo Xing snorted, "How can you learn to dance without pain?"

At twelve o'clock on time, the music stopped. An Cheng turned around, threw a white towel to Evan Yu, raised his eyebrows and said, "Thank you for your hard work. You learned well."

Evan Yu folded the towel twice and wiped the sweat off his face and neck. His skin is very white, with a healthy pink glow due to the heat. His black hair is wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead. His eyebrows are clear, "Teacher An and Teacher Huo are working hard too."

His voice was still breathless, and the arm holding the towel was shaking involuntarily. An Chengdu looked at it, the admiration in his eyes deepening.

Huo Xingxing came over and said directly, "The last movement just now was not stable. When I raised my leg, it was too low and not in place."

An Cheng spoke for Evan Yu, "The training was too intense and he was just learning it. In the end, his legs were about to lose strength. It's good to be able to lift him up, right?"

Huo Xing had a serious temper and frowned, "The movements must be standard, otherwise the practice will be in vain. He doesn't have much time, so he must seize every second."

Evan Yu spoke up at the right time, with a smile in his voice, "Thank you, Teacher Huo. I really couldn't lift my legs at that time. I will definitely do it to the standard next time."

Huo Xing looked at Evan Yu for two seconds, said "hmm" and said no more.

An Cheng turned around and faced Evan Yu, pointed his finger at Huo Xing quietly, and rolled his eyes.

Evan Yu pursed his lips to hold back laughter.

After having lunch with Mason Meng, Evan Yu went back to the dance studio, found a mat, spread it out, and lay down with sore hands and feet. However, after lying down for only two minutes, he stood up again and practiced the action Huo Xing mentioned before several times. After confirming that the target was met, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After lying down this time, Evan Yu really didn't want to move, and his hands and feet didn't feel like his own. He didn't know when he fell asleep. When the alarm clock rang, he realized that it was already one forty.

Evan Yu managed to sit up, stretched his limbs, and took the elevator downstairs.

When we arrived at the practice room of the vocal class, the teacher hadn't arrived yet. Evan Yu thought about it and started to do opening exercises on his own. After finishing, I found a person standing at the door. Evan Yu quickly stood up and said, "Hello, Teacher Zhao, I am Evan Yu."

Zhao Xi was forty years old. She was wearing a long black dress. She had a good temperament and spoke softly. "Sit down. I'll look at your class schedule. Are you practicing dance this morning?" Seeing Evan Yu nodding, she smiled and said, "Dance practice. It's quite hard, but were you practicing opening your mouth just now?"

"Well, yes, I don't know if it's the right thing to do."

"It's no problem." Zhao Xi put down the books in his hands and asked, "Can you read music?"

"meeting."

"Well," Zhao Xi opened the book and handed it to Evan Yu, "Sing this song and I will listen."

Evan Yu read it again, kept time and sang it accurately.

Zhao Xi nodded with satisfaction, pondered for a few seconds, and asked, "Have you learned the basics of vocal music before?"

Evan Yu did not hide anything, "My grandma is very good at singing. When I was a child, I sang along and my grandma would teach me a little bit."

Zhao Xi analyzed it carefully, "Your vocal position is relatively forward. After the sound is emitted from the throat, it hits the hard palate. In terms of breathing, you use a combined thoracoabdominal breathing method. This way of vocalization is not bad, but you You can do better. In addition, your pitch, timbre and vocal range are very good. It can be said that you are the type that God will give you." She pulled out a piece of white manuscript paper and said, "Okay, let's go to class."

In the next five days, Evan Yu basically shuttled between these two training rooms. After dinner, I will seize the time to practice in the dance studio for two more hours.

Huo Xing found out that he would consciously stay to practice dancing. He first scolded him coldly, "Are you trying so hard that you will die?"

Seeing Evan Yu, he just smiled and didn't argue. Huo Xing didn't say anything more, but he would work overtime for free every day and stay to provide guidance to Evan Yu.

On the morning of the 11th, as soon as Evan Yu arrived at Mason Meng's office, he was stuffed with a glass of milk and then pulled into the elevator in a hurry.

Mason Meng was even more nervous than Evan Yu, "Are you confident?"

Evan Yu took a sip of milk, with some milk foam on his lips, and became even more youthful. He nodded, "Have confidence."

Mason Meng clasped his hands together and raised them above his head, "Tathagata, Buddha, Jehovah, Lord, Lord!" He muttered something after that, but he couldn't hear it clearly for many years. He held the milk in his hands and drank it in small sips, his eyes full of smiles.

By the time he arrived at the recording studio, Mason Meng had regained the calmness that a top manager should have.

"You can go in and feel it in a while and open your voice. He Qiubai should be here in twenty minutes. Then you can perform well. I believe in you!"

Evan Yu and Mason Meng exchanged fists, "Well, I believe in myself too!"

The entrance of Xingyao Building.

Qu Xiaoran sat in the passenger seat, yawned three times in a row, and said with a playful smile, "Thank you, Mr. Xie, for sending me to work!"

He went to Xie's house for dinner yesterday, drank wine in the evening, and simply stayed at Xie's house. In the morning, despite Xavier Xie's cold face, he shamelessly got into Xavier Xie's car.

Xavier Xie's face felt like it was covered with frost, "You can get out of here."

"Bring it together for a while," Qu Xiaoran said, not afraid at all, and continued to talk, "Speaking of it, the last time you came to see me, didn't you mention whether there were any new people in my company recently? Let me think about it and recruit someone to ask. After asking, a newcomer really came in."

Xavier Xie moved his fingers on his knee.

"...I was signed by Meng Da's agent. His name is Evan Yu. He is only 21 years old."

"Evan Yu?"

"Well, every year has more than one year. I saw the photos, and he looks pretty good. I heard that his voice is very good. Mason Meng is planning to let him appear in the second season of "The Sound of Heaven". Someone from the program team will come over today to watch."

Speaking of this, Qu Xiaoran strongly invited, "Mr. Xie, do you want to get up and go see it together?"

Qu Xiaoran had always been worried that as a young boy, he would be suffocated to death if he was busy working every day, so he would drag Xavier Xie along if he wanted something fun and delicious. But ten invitations, basically ten times are not invited.

"good."

"Hahaha, I know you have a lot of meetings to attend but--" Qu Xiaoran was stuck, "Hey, what did you just say?"

Xavier Xie didn't bother to pay attention to him, opened the door and got out of the car. Seeing that Qu Xiaoran was still in a daze, he frowned impatiently, "Are you leaving?"

"Of course I'm leaving! Xavier Xie, you are definitely not the Xavier Xie I know!"

When the two walked into the recording studio, there were already several people standing inside. Mason Meng was the first to notice Qu Xiaoran, his heart skipped a beat, and he took two steps forward with a smile, "Mr. Qu, why are you here?"

When he turned his eyes and landed on Xavier Xie's stunning face, he felt a little uncomfortable, "Hello, Mr. Xie! Are you here too?"

Qu Xiaoran made a "shush" gesture and whispered with a smile, "Don't be alarmed. We are just here to watch the fun. You are busy with your own business and don't worry about us."

After saying that, he really stood quietly.

Xavier Xie stood behind Qu Xiaoran, looking through the glass at Evan Yu in front of the microphone, his expression unmoving. A middle-aged man in a plaid shirt gestured inside, and Evan Yu returned the gesture. Three seconds later, a very clear voice came from the device.

Everyone held their breath, Qu Xiaoran raised his eyebrows in surprise, and was about to turn around to ask Xavier Xie what he thought, but found that the other party seemed to be... in a daze?

Xavier Xie's body relaxed unconsciously, and he stood leaning against the wall unobtrusively. His eyes were fixed on Evan Yu, who was concentrating on singing with his eyelashes lowered in the glass room, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Yes, that's the sound, there's nothing wrong with it.

When he first heard this voice in the elevator, he wasn't quite sure. It wasn't until he heard Evan Yu singing that he was sure it was this voice.

In the pleasant voice, time seems to pass much faster. Evan Yu stopped after singing the last line, and He Qiubai, who was standing at the front, applauded.

Because of the glass barrier, Evan Yu couldn't hear the sounds outside, but he could see Mason Meng's thumbs up and He Qiubai's clapping movements. He took off his headphones, exhaled, and then smiled.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure from behind, and Evan Yu paused slightly - the figure by the door just now seemed familiar?

But he didn't have time to think too much. When he walked out of the glass room, Mason Meng greeted him, "Come on, let me introduce you, Qu ------" Mason Meng turned around and found that both Qu Xiaoran and Xavier Xie were both there. Gone.

Evan Yu reacted and reminded in a low voice, "When I took off the headphones, I saw the door move."

Mason Meng responded, thinking that he really came to see the fun. Then he smiled and said, "This is the He Qiubai I mentioned to you several times."

Evan Yu bowed slightly and said with a smile, "Hello, Teacher He."

He Qiubai and Mason Meng have been old friends for many years, and Evan Yu is also pleasing to the eye and friendly. "The kid sang very well. Lao Meng showed me a video of you dancing. It was also very good. I'm looking forward to cooperating!"

Evan Yu patted his heart and said with a smile, "Hearing your compliment, my heartbeat finally stabilized."

He Qiubai laughed heartily.

The matter of appearing on the show is settled. Someone from the program team will come to discuss the contract in the afternoon. He Qiubai was so busy with everything that he didn't stay or let him go. He said a few words and took the others away first.

When the recording studio was empty, Mason Meng handed Evan Yu another glass of honey water and said comfortably, "You really live up to expectations. Lao He is very picky. You actually caught his eye in one breath. Not bad, not bad."

Evan Yu drank a glass of water in several sips, and there was a little sweat on his forehead. He wiped it off casually, "I didn't expect that during practice, I was mentally prepared for the worst." He put down the cup and hesitated for a few seconds. , a little embarrassed, "Brother Meng, can I... advance a little salary in advance?"

Mason Meng reacted, "Are you short of money? That's right. The money from the contract hasn't been transferred to the financial department yet. I'll go and urge it later. As for the salary, it's only five to six thousand. I can pay you all in advance. It's no trouble."

"Brother Meng, please bother me." Evan Yu breathed a sigh of relief--no one would believe him if he told him. He only had twenty yuan left in his bag.

It's not too late, and I still have to attend class in the morning. Evan Yu took the elevator to the 33rd floor by himself, recalling the content of yesterday's dance class while walking. When he passed a corner, he was stopped by two people.