Even Mei Mei was amazed by such a melody and intro.
Western songs place the greatest emphasis on melody. No matter how suggestive your lyrics are, it doesn't matter as long as the melody is right.
That was why so many popular English songs, when you looked at their translations, turned out to be one vehicle after another headed for the adult world.
After the intro had played for a while, Jiang Siming finally appeared.
Unlike before, Jiang Siming descended from the sky, slowly lowered by a lift from ten meters above the ground.
Jiang Siming held a guitar in his arms. The lights around him continued to flash, casting him in a mysterious and psychedelic glow.
The moment he appeared, his presence unfolded to its fullest. Seeing Jiang Siming was like seeing a world-class superstar!
In reality, Jiang Siming was still far from meeting the standards of a superstar singer.
It was just that his Temperament Control made him at ease in any setting.
When Mei Mei, Old Kobe, and the others saw Jiang Siming on the stage, it was as if they were seeing Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson in their prime.
Was it an illusion? It had to be. But why was this feeling so strong and so impossible to shake?
"If he held concerts overseas, every show would definitely be packed," Mei Mei said confidently.
She understood better than anyone that a top-tier singer sometimes needed more than just good songs and vocal skill. The ability to move an audience onstage was just as important.
She had watched concert videos of many Chinese singers. Only the late Leslie Cheung had possessed the aura of a world-class superstar.
Now, she was seeing a second one, and even she could hardly believe it.
"Sea of flames, taking hold"