Chapter 323 Rap (5000 Words)

Holm tightly held the three letters that Joshua handed him yesterday. When he first met Joshua, Holm thought that the big man was teasing him.

Because he never believed that those high-ranking nobles would like the 'bad words' popular in underground prisons, let alone that there would be nobles who devoted their time to writing new 'bad words', and even if they were written, Hom didn't think the level How much taller than him.

After all, he is the champion of the underground prison.

When Holm read all the content on these three letters, he found that the song was written... so perfect that it was terrifying!

After reading the lyrics of the whole song, the two words "rhyme" were thoroughly carried out. At first, Home just tried to read it once, and after reading it thoroughly, he felt a hearty feeling.

Holm has always believed that the form of music he sang came from the underground prison, and he has won the championship of the underground prison several times in a row. It can be said that he is the best in Nolan at the level of "bad talk".

Therefore, Holm also believes that the songs he wrote are the best, but those Nolan audiences don't know how to appreciate them, and they only want to immerse themselves in that boring opera.

But when Holm saw the song, the last of his poor self-confidence was completely shattered.

If Holm can be called the king or champion above the 'bad talk', then the person who wrote this song... can be called a god!

A noble would like this form of music, and... far better than him?

The facts were in front of Holm, and he let go of his remaining pride and began to practice the song.

But when Holm actually started to practice according to the tune of this song, he realized that the difficulty of this song was also terribly high.

He didn't sleep the whole night last night, facing the pain caused by the dim lights and bruises all over his body, he began to practice this song frantically.

But... the speed of speaking is too slow, and I can't find the sense of language. Singing this sentence doesn't match the tune of the music...

Holm encountered countless problems during the practice. Even if he came to the world behind the scenes of the singer today, Holm still has many problems that have not been resolved.

"Damn...it doesn't feel like that."

Home tried again, but got stuck on the final part, and put his hands to his forehead.

Tiredness and physical pain overwhelmed him. In order to get a little closer to that 'God', Home stayed up almost all night, devoting all his energy to this song.

"There's still time."

Holm calmed himself down, took a deep breath, looked at the last part of the letter paper again, and simulated the music accompaniment in his mind, preparing for the hundreds of times he tried.

But before he could speak, he saw someone standing in front of him.

Holm raised his head. The bruises from the two orcs yesterday did not heal at all today, which made it impossible for him to open his left eye. He could only see the opponent clearly with his right eye.

And the person standing in front of Home is undoubtedly a 'big shot'. ’, a big shot that Holm couldn’t afford.

"for you."

Roja threw the money bag in his hand directly to the feet in front of Home. This action stunned Home for a moment. He glanced at the money bag and suddenly remembered that he had met this 'big man' yesterday.

"I promised at the beginning, didn't you come here for this? There are ten gold coins in it, and leave as soon as possible after taking it. This is not a place for you to stay."

Roja looked at Home up and down. Today's Home looked even more shabby and sloppy than yesterday. Apart from the patched clothes on Home's body, his bruised cheeks alone were scary enough.

To put such a man on the stage of Fallowhi, unless he is playing a certain kind of buffoon, is a complete insult to the audience.

The rule of this semi-final is that the two contestants must be on the same stage, even if one of the contestants sings, the other must stand on the stage and listen.

Roja would not allow himself to have a buffoon standing in the way of the opera, which would detract from the character of his singing.

No well-dressed person wants to stand with a beggar.

Holm didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer, he lowered his head and continued to look at the three pieces of letter paper in his hand.

The rule of survival at the bottom of Squirrel Street is rooted in his heart, that is, don't fight against those 'big shots'.

But Holm didn't want to leave, he regretted it... so he could only lower his head and ignore it, hoping that this big man would take his silence as a 'default'.

And there is not much time left for her, he must hurry up and practice.

"Give me an answer." But Roja was not deceived by Holm's little trick, he was just tricked by Hororia, and he was not in a good mood.

And a low-level poor man ignored him, which ignited Roja's anger even more.

He looked at Home without even looking at him, just staring at the letter in his hand.

This completely angered Roja, Roja directly grabbed the letter from Home and threw it on the ground.

Because Holm held the letter with too much strength and Roja's actions were too rough, the letter was torn in two, one half fell to the ground, and the other half was held by Holm.

At this moment, Holm finally looked up.

"Have you considered it?" Roja continued to ask.

In an instant, the little mouse finally couldn't control his temper, and wanted to stand up and rush towards Roja, but was stopped by theater attendants who rushed out from nowhere.

"Mr. Joshua told you that now is not the time for revenge." The theater attendant whispered in Home's ear.

This sentence completely calmed Home, and several other attendants also walked to Roja's side to inform Roja that it was time to take the stage.

"If you're on stage, you'll regret it."

After Roja left the last warning, he walked directly onto the stage, stepping on the letter paper on the ground as he walked across the stage.

Just as the attendants of the theater let go of Holm, Holm immediately ran to organize the letter papers that had fallen on the floor, and tried to put them back together.

But the handwriting on the letter paper was a bit blurry, and with the addition of a gray-yellow shoe print, the last part of the lyrics was even more unrecognizable.

What made Holm nervous... was that last part he hadn't quite mastered yet.

"It's time to go on stage."

The attendants of the theater came to the side of Home who was kneeling on the ground and said in a low voice...

Home looked at the three letters that were about to become waste paper with both hands, his hands and feet were as heavy and cold as if they were filled with lead, and his lips trembled a little.

But under the urging of the theater attendant, Home packed up the letter paper on the ground, put it in his pocket and walked onto the stage with difficulty.

When he came to the stage, the entire auditorium had already burst into warm cheers, but the cheers were not for him, but for his opponent.

The handsome aristocratic opera singer from Farosi, many noble girls present seemed to be his loyal audience.

With a gentle smile on his face, he faced the auditorium, and several girls screamed from the auditorium.

His smile froze for a moment when he saw Holm staggering onto the stage and standing under the same light projected by the original spar, but it didn't last long.

There was a huge contrast between the two contestants on the stage for a moment. One was Fallowhi's well-known aristocratic opera singer...the other didn't even look like a commoner.

"Roja, this is not the first time we have met."

As a judge, Sir Bai Jinghua greeted the young opera singer before singing.

"Yes, I remember the last time I saw you was at the banquet held by the Farosi playwrights, Sir Whitebud." Roja's answers were very decent.

"Then, as one of the youngest opera singers in Faluoxi, what repertoire do you plan to sing this time?" Sir Bai Jinghua asked him straight to the point.

After Roja answered a tune that Holm had never heard of, Sir Whitebud turned around and started asking about Holm.

Holm who was asked was extremely nervous, and of course he was not as personable as Roja when he answered, and when Sir Whitebud asked what Holm was going to sing.

Home, he held the original spar engraved with the strong inscription, hesitated for a while, and then only said two very short words.

"Rap."

"Rap? A music form I've never heard before, so I'm looking forward to your next performance."

When Sir Whitebud finished speaking, Holm suddenly heard... laughter from the audience.

This is the sound of ridicule, which is a matter of course... Although Sir Bai Jinghua's last sentence was well-intentioned, in the eyes of the audience, it was completely self-inflicted humiliation.

The show began quickly, and luck seemed to be on Holm's side today, as he won the chance to come back in a coin toss to decide who would perform first.

It also meant that Holm had song time to adjust his heartbeat.

And Roja's singing soon began with soothing accompaniment.

This big man from the aristocracy is not the kind of pampered waste, he is really powerful... The songs he chose, even a layman like Hom, would find it very difficult.

There's just too much treble in it!

In order to match his singing, the lighting of the whole stage is constantly changing. Under the soft and quiet lighting, the whole concert looks beautiful.

But in this beautiful performance, the only person who seemed a bit abrupt and even an eyesore was Holm who was standing not far from the singer.

Home's shabby attire and his bruised face really didn't fit the scene on the stage at this time.

But he can only stand here, and he can't go anywhere on this stage.

That's it... Roja's performance is over, the girl's screams and the applause of the audience resound, the young opera singer has received due appreciation for his excellent singing.

And on the screen behind Roja, the number of votes he got kept increasing until it reached more than 23,000 votes.

In the voting for the semi-finals, the audience can choose a contestant in each round. While Roja's singing was appreciated by the audience, many audiences also thought that the shabby boy's singing could not win such an excellent opera singer. Home.

The scale of victory seems to have begun to tilt.

"Thank you." Roja bowed to the audience, and then looked at Home standing on the other side with a slightly teasing gaze.

At this moment... Holm knew that it was finally his turn, and the host also came over and handed him the primordial stone with the forte inscription.

Home's legs were trembling as he walked towards the front of the stage, and his eyes were on the audience sitting on the stage.

The cheers and applause stopped at this moment, and Holm felt the eyes full of doubts from all directions. The boos of the audience in the last game seemed to have echoed in Holm's ears.

His hand holding the original spar couldn't help trembling, but the accompaniment sounded at this moment.

Must sing! Holm pressed his mouth to the front of the 'microphone', but... his mind was blank!

He... forgot the lyrics! All the lyrics!

The accompaniment has been going on, and it has reached the point where he should start singing the first line of the lyrics, but he finds that he can't sing at all.

The questioning eyes of the audience turned into contempt, and huge pressure surrounded him, and Holm felt a little dizzy and nauseated in his head.

In the end, he couldn't help covering his mouth, and the first line of the lyrics became the sound of vomiting.

On this stage, he vomited out what he had eaten in the morning, and fell to his knees weakly on the ground.

The audience did not boo him this time, but laughed one after another.

"Is this the clown hired by the organizer?"

"This kind of performance shouldn't be on stage."

"I heard him sing yesterday, and he really shouldn't be on this stage."

All kinds of discussions flooded into Holm's ears. Holm spit out all the stomach acid in his stomach, but his mind became clear.

He listened to the sarcasm from the audience, and the emotions that emerged in his heart were not fear and cowardice, but...anger, not...something far above anger, that is hatred.

What...you can't appear on this stage?

Holm clenched his fists... The scene of practicing that song yesterday flooded into his mind.

The song I practiced yesterday is thousands and hundreds of times better than that guy's song!

You bastards who don't know how to appreciate!

Hate filled Home, and this hatred became his motivation.

He must sing that song! Sing it to these fools, tell them there's more than just opera in this world!

And the rap he likes is a hundred times better than opera!

He has to tell these ignorant guys.

Driven by hatred, Home raised his left index finger and pointed high above the Nolan National Theater, in the direction of the sky.

The laughing voice stopped, and the figure who was still vomiting just now stood up staggeringly, his eyes were no longer panicked, but filled with a kind of horrifying anger.

"Again."

There was only one person in the theater who understood the meaning of Home's actions just now, and that was Joshua.

With Joshua's signal, the music sounded again.

Holm raised the 'microphone' in his hand. At this moment, Holm scanned all the audience in the auditorium one by one with fierce eyes, every audience who laughed at him just now.

"listen!"

Home's powerful voice echoed throughout the Nolan National Theatre, everyone sitting in front of the 'TV' audience.

His voice didn't sound as gentle as he sang just now, but contained boundless anger, as if he wanted to pinch someone and force him to listen to what he said!

Holm raised his index finger again to his audience.

"If you have a chance to achieve everything you have ever dreamed of, at this moment, do you take it or let it slip away!"

When he finished his opening remarks, the singing officially began, and the powerful drumbeat resounded throughout the theater.

"His palms were sweating, his knees were weak, his arms were heavy..."

Holm began singing out of hatred and anger, ashamed of his previous cowardice on stage.

If the 'author' of this song was here, seeing Homer here, he would be very disappointed.

"He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, he was choking, and everyone was laughing at him!"

Holm himself can be looked down upon by anyone, but he does not allow this song to be looked down upon by others!

So he had to perfectly interpret this song on this stage, not only to let the audience realize that rap is not a 'shameful thing', but also because he didn't want to disappoint the author of this song!

"You'd better go all out in music, at this moment, you've earned it, and you better never let it go! You only have this one chance, don't miss the chance to blow everyone away!"

This is Holm's last, and only, chance to prove to everyone in the world that the music he loves is the best.

The rushing drumbeat on the stage and Holm's angry voice completely shocked everyone.

Sir Bai Jinghua was completely stunned there.

Murderous, he felt boundless murderous in this shabby boy's singing.

The veins on Holm's forehead were already bulging, and the expression on his face was full of anger.

He is not only singing on the stage, but more of a way of venting out the emotions he has accumulated for a long time, telling all the audience as if roaring that the music he likes will not lose to anyone people! '

This kind of shouting and roaring that is almost venting should make people sound angry.

But the lyrics he sang...had an inexplicable rhythm. With the drumbeat of the music, Sir Bai Jinghua sounded very comfortable, and also had a feeling of venting.

"This kind of opportunity is only once in life..." Jialuoli listened quietly to Home's murderous singing, but looked at Qiao Xiu who was aside. "I heard many lyrics in his lyrics that I couldn't understand. For example, there is a name that looks like candy, Mr. Joshua...Did you write this song?"

"No, I didn't write it." Joshua shook his head and denied Jia Luoli's question. The author of this song was indeed not Joshua, but at the same time, Joshua also denied the fact that he had helped Home.

"It's a terrific song, it sounds... definitely more comfortable and... refreshing than those operas."

Jia Luoli once again looked at Home who was struggling to follow the rhythm and shout out the lyrics on the stage, and finally gave a relatively superficial evaluation.

"Yes...it's very suitable for people to vent." Joshua said.

"Vent... But the lyrics are actually written by a person who is in a difficult situation, right? Is it written by himself... I don't know how many people like this are in Faluosi who pour everything into music, but in the end they can't get rewards .”

Jialuoli seemed to have remembered something, and muttered to herself.

"Probably him, but the lyrics of this song are also representative of each of us, and I believe he will return, his singing is far better than I thought."

Joshua had already heard the feeling of the original singing in Holm's singing, and he had thoroughly mastered the song.