raknovel Chapter 71 Then Be Like Jonathan Lee
Chapter 71 Then Be Like Jonathan Lee
Chapter 71 Let's Be Like Jonathan Lee (Burst Update Mode Activated 8)
Liu Yifei shook his hand and asked softly.
"What happened to you just now?"
Chen Lang turned his head and looked at her worried eyes, feeling a warmth in his heart. He smiled and shook his head.
"fine."
He didn't say much, but silently confirmed one thing in his heart.
I think I really do have stage fright.
The root cause is still that in his past life, he was a homebody who disliked crowds and was afraid of being watched.
Back home, the atmosphere was somewhat somber.
The family sat on the sofa in the living room, and no one spoke.
Grandma brought out the sliced watermelon, but no one was in the mood to eat it.
Finally, Yao Feng broke the silence.
He moved a small stool and sat down in front of Chen Lang, speaking in a very gentle tone.
"Langlang, tell your uncle."
"How did it feel to be on stage just now?"
Chen Lang looked up and saw Yao Feng's concerned gaze.
He didn't hide anything and told everyone how he felt at the time.
"It's just a feeling—that a lot of people are watching me."
"My mind went completely blank, and I couldn't remember anything."
"His hands and feet were also unresponsive, they kept shaking."
"It feels like being pricked by countless needles; my whole body feels uncomfortable."
But everyone in the living room was terrified.
Yao Feng listened quietly without interrupting him.
After Chen Lang finished speaking, he remained silent for a moment, then reached out and patted his head, asking a question.
Have you ever felt this way before?
Chen Lang thought for a moment and then shook his head.
"no."
"I've never done this before, not in the music room, not at home, when I sang for you."
"I didn't perform for my classmates or teachers during school music class."
Yao Feng nodded, indicating that it was confirmed.
"Your condition is very likely stage fright disorder."
It's also called stage fright.
He used the technical term.
"What?"
Yao Beina was the first to shout, she could hardly believe her ears.
Stage fright?
"Dad, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
"My brother sings so well, how come he has stage fright?"
"He's going to be a big singer someday!"
In her view, Chen Lang was born for music.
His future should be on the most magnificent stage, singing the most beautiful songs and receiving cheers from everyone.
But now————
Her younger brother, the one who was omnipotent in her heart.
Her younger brother writes such good songs, and sings even better than her.
Unbelievable—I can't go on stage anymore?
They once dreamed together of the Langxi Beina duo singing freely on stage.
Now, this dream is completely unattainable.
Yao Beina grabbed Chen Lang's hand and held it tightly, tears streaming down her face.
Liu Yifei didn't say a word from beginning to end.
She slid off the sofa, moved a small stool over, sat down close to Chen Lang, and took his hand.
Liu Xiaoli felt extremely upset.
As a dancer herself, she knows all too well how painful and cruel it is for someone with exceptional talent to be unable to fully express themselves on stage.
Her son has such great musical talent.
Does this mean I'll be stuck offstage?
Looking at Chen Lang's still somewhat childish face, she felt a pang of heartache, as if her heart was being cut by a knife.
Yao Feng could see his family's worries and was also concerned that Chen Lang himself was feeling bad.
He offered words of comfort.
"Actually, this situation isn't a big deal."
"Many great musicians in history have had similar problems."
"Some people spend their entire lives playing in salons for a select few friends."
"Or just focus on creating art and never perform on stage."
"None of this diminishes their greatness."
"Moreover, this situation is not entirely insurmountable."
"It can be gradually improved through professional psychological counseling and desensitization training —"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Chen Lang suddenly laughed.
"Uncle, I'm alright."
His smile was relaxed and at ease.
"I was just thinking that this is actually quite good."
"I can't perform on stage, but I can play instruments and write songs."
"From now on, I will write songs specifically for my wife and Sister Beina."
"I'll just sit there and provide live accompaniment, watching them perform. Isn't that the same thing?"
"I can save more time to focus on songwriting, isn't that great?"
If I can't be a pop star in the public eye, then I'll just be a behind-the-scenes singer.
If you can't become Jay Chou, then become Jonathan Lee or James Wong.
In his past life, he never liked to show off.
In this lifetime, God simply blocked this path for him.
Also good.
I have already had enough in this life, I should be content.
It's just that we can't appear on TV galas or hold concerts.
It's not a big deal.
He would rather not have to deal with those noisy occasions.
Yao Feng looked into his clear eyes and made sure he wasn't forcing a smile.
This child's mind is far more mature and powerful than they imagined.
He laughed along with them.
"right!"
"My uncle also thinks this is better!"
"Being a great songwriter is much better than being a singer."
"Those singers have to consider the whims of the songwriters and composers when deciding what songs to sing."
"Our Langlang will be writing songs for those superstars in the future, how prestigious is that!"
His aunt, Li Xinmin, who was standing next to him, was not convinced by what he said.
What does it mean to be much better than a singer?
What's wrong with our singers?
Without us singers, the songs you write are just a piece of waste paper!
But looking at Chen Lang's forced smile, she couldn't afford to lash out at this moment.
He could only silently roll his eyes at Yao Feng in his heart.
The family chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere finally eased.
The matter was thus easily dismissed.
But everyone looked at Chen Lang with an indescribable pity in their eyes.
This child is always so sensible and open-minded.
night.
In Chen Lang and Liu Yifei's room.
Chen Lang tossed and turned on the upper bunk, unable to fall asleep.
The scene on stage that afternoon kept replaying in my mind.
The feeling of being stiff all over and having a blank mind still makes me uncomfortable when I think about it now.
He sighed and buried his face in the pillow.
The lower bunk was quiet.
Normally, by this time, Liu Yifei would have already started impatiently banging on the bed frame.
"Lang Ya Zi, time for bed!"
"Don't move around, it's so noisy!"
But she was unusually quiet at this moment.
Just as Chen Lang was wondering what was going on, he heard a rustling sound coming from the lower bunk.
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Immediately following was a slight creaking sound as the ladder was stepped on.
Liu Yifei lifted his blanket and crawled in, lying down beside him.
A familiar milky aroma enveloped him.
"What's wrong? Did I disturb you?"
Chen Lang turned to look at her.
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