Chapter 107 Who is Lion South?
Chapter 107 Who is Lion South?
Madison Square Garden.
At 7 p.m., the quiet venue was ignited by the surging voices of the crowd.
Every inch of space under the stage was packed with audience members, shoulder to shoulder, their sweat and cheap perfume mingling to create a peculiar, inhuman stench.
Some foreigners took out their phones and lit up the screens, and beams of light shone, forming a shimmering sea of stars.
Suddenly, the lights in the stadium went out, and a group of fans blushed instantly, with cheers and whistles erupting from all directions.
Madonna!
Madonna!
Madonna!
Amid cheers, a series of loud electronic drum beats began.
"Click—" The stage spotlight suddenly shone backstage.
"I'm not afraid I'll face!"
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But I'm afraid to stay!
Madonna, with her blonde hair and glamorous dance dress, walked in with a catwalk, followed by black and white backup dancers, each dressed in white leather jackets and wearing strange hats.
"Ahhhhh"
The cheers from the audience nearly lifted the entire dome off the stage.
"Ugh—my ears hurt so much!"
In the distance, Yifei and her mother squeezed together next to the iron railings in the stands, with Chen Yaochuan and a group of musicians creating a free space for them behind them.
"How dare you say that!" Liu's mother glared at her daughter, but didn't say anything more.
She doesn't like crowds, but she has to protect her daughter.
If she had known that Xiao Nan had sent people to protect her daughter, she wouldn't have come.
"Ahhhhh—I love you!"
"Oh my god!"
"Oh my god!!!"
On stage, Madonna performed a graceful backbend, eliciting screams and cheers from countless fans.
Xiang Nan frowned backstage.
It's so noisy! Mirika's concert was so noisy!
"Ryan, your arm is bandaged." The young lady next to him loosened Xiang Nan's arm and then vigorously rubbed it with her cleavage.
Xiang Nan nodded calmly and withdrew his arm, which was wrapped in bandages.
There were many actors backstage, of all types, but he didn't recognize them or try to interact with them, so he simply kept his head down and daydreamed.
Mirika's fans are not as rational as fans from other countries; sometimes they are even more mindless.
Want to succeed here? Sissy? Get as far away from me as possible!
Of course, if you have a group of fans like "Brother" who are willing to travel all the way to the United States to support you, then just pretend I didn't say anything.
Today's performance is a charity show for tsunami relief, sponsored by NBCUniversal.
Not only Madonna, but also Gloria Eastfin, Brian Wilson, Lenny Kravitz and other singers will be performing tonight. There is also a film and television connection program tonight, which will be broadcast live across the United States and has brought in Leonardo DiCaprio, Matt Damon and others to expand the popularity.
Being able to perform on such a grand stage was naturally due to Sony pulling some strings, plus Xiang Nan's connections with Universal.
"Ryan! Ryan Xiang!"
"I'm here!"
The on-set director, wearing sunglasses, walked over and said, "You're next to me!"
"What?"
Xiang Nan's eyes widened. Wasn't he in the second half?
"Next one, get ready!"
The black man in sunglasses left, and Xiang Nan's eyes narrowed, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.
Wow, that's amazing! A live director is this good!
Okay, so what if we just want to win over the audience again?
What makes the ignorant masses in Meilika any different? Let me try it myself!
On the other side, Yifei rubbed her ears in the stands, her little mouth pouting so much it could hang an oil bottle.
Damn it! I can't fit in at all!
Can Madonna, who is almost fifty years old, still attract so many fans?
"Next, please welcome—"
Another singer with a large fan base took the stage, and the good news is that he sang a slow song this time.
The atmosphere gradually cooled down. Yifei actually quite liked the slow song; at least it didn't hurt her eardrums.
Four minutes later, the host announced the program, and the entire audience fell silent, but Yifei's eyes widened.
"Next, please welcome Ryan Xiang, a singer from China, to perform a song for us—"
"Natural!"
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"Hey, Big Wooden Head is about to make his appearance!"
Chen Yaochuan, who was standing to the side, adjusted his glasses and turned to look at Feng Man with suspicion.
That's not right, isn't Xiang Nan in the second half?
The stage was shrouded in darkness, and the audience below was equally silent.
Ryan Xiang? China? Wattfa?
Why are Chinese people singing at the Meilika Music Festival? How did one of them get into this venue?
Not only were the audience members at the scene puzzled, but many people watching on television were also confused.
Chinese people singing in North America is a long, long time ago. Are you sure they're not of Chinese descent?
Suddenly, a strange chanting rang out in the venue.
"Mmm——————Mmm-hmm————"
"Will you hold the line!" (Only you haven't given up yet)
"Mmm——————Mmm-hmm————"
As a song began, the fans present were completely baffled.
Where is everyone? Is anyone there? I can only hear the singing, but I can't see anyone.
"When every one of them has given up and given in, tell me!"
"In this house of mine?" (Where I am)
Her singing voice is quite nice, magnetic and sexy.
But what about the singer? You didn't just play a recording, did you?
"Nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost, tell me."
"Will Heaven step in, Will it save us from our sin, Will it."
"Bang"
A spotlight suddenly shone, illuminating the figure on the stage.
"What?"
"Oh!!!"
"What kind of design is that?!"
On stage, Xiang Nan was shirtless, wearing only a pair of overalls, with bandages wrapped around both wrists and a red rope hanging from his left wrist. In front of him was a floating microphone.
Four chains of Heimer extended from behind the stage, binding his arms and forcing him to stand with his hands behind his back like Jesus.
He still wore light makeup, his deep eyes were full of anger, and his muscular physique rippled as he sang.
At that moment, the large screen behind him lit up, displaying a pair of sharp eyes, originating from a lion walking towards the camera.
That's the price you pay.
(This is the price you have to pay.)
"Leave behind your heart and cast away!" (Tell yourself this: Don't dwell on your current heartbreak.)
Holy crap!
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
It's burning up!
With Xiang Nan's effort, the four chains were stretched taut, the singing grew louder and louder, and the lyrics became more and more inspiring!
"Bang!" A chain was broken.
It's rock music?
Backstage, a group of singers murmured these words.
Compared to established stars with a solid fan base, rock music is undoubtedly the most powerful weapon for newcomers!
"Boom!"
Finally, the chorus is about to begin, and Xiang Nan's hands, which were previously bound, are now only secured by two chains.
"Rather be the hunter than the prey!"
As Xiang Nan rattled off a string of lyrics, his speech grew faster and faster, tinged with anger.
"And you're standing on the edge, face up, because you're a—"
"Boom"
"Aaaaaah!"
"Ohhh!"
The crowd finally erupted in cheers as Xiang Nan suddenly broke free of the two chains, his strong and well-proportioned muscles shining brightly throughout Madison Square Garden.
Xiang Nan yanked the microphone away, his muscles tensing, and suddenly leaned down, yelling, "Natural!!!"
"Bang!" With Xiang Nan's roar, a row of fireworks suddenly rose up from all around the stage.
"A beating heart of stone!"
"You gotta be so cold!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
"Ahhh! So cool, you blockhead!"
With a powerful vocal performance, Xiang Nan ignited Madison Square Garden with rock music.
By the time the interlude started, the entire venue was filled with shouts for Xiang Nan.
"Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!"
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From afar, passersby outside the venue heard the shouts and asked their companions in confusion.
"Lions? Are there lions in Madison?"
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