Huayu 2002, I'm going to dominate the music scene!

When Gao Yuanyuan returned to her room, she still felt her heart beating very fast.

She closed the door, leaned against it for a while, and then touched her face; it was a little hot.

He immediately patted his face and muttered under his breath, "She's only nineteen."

She froze after saying that. Why did she say that? What's wrong with Nineteen? She hadn't been thinking about anything.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but her mind was filled with the image of Song Mo singing.

Especially when I heard Song Mo sing the line, "Who tied up your long hair?"

At that moment, she suddenly felt that Song Mo's figure seemed to overlap with the fantasies she had once had in her mind.

She recalled that back in high school, quite a few boys would come to her with guitars.

But at that time she just found it annoying, noisy and meaningless.

But now that I think about it, maybe it's not that the guitar isn't interesting.

Those people are boring.

......

Song Mo looked at the guitar in his hands, speechless. He had just been singing so well.

The woman suddenly blushed, then threw out a sentence, "I'll listen next time," and fled in a disheveled state.

He was also puzzled for a moment; this woman seemed to have a more peculiar way of thinking than him at times.

Song Mo woke up early the next morning.

He forgot to draw the curtains last night, and the sunlight shone directly in through the window, making it hard for him to open his eyes.

He lingered in bed for two minutes before finally getting up.

After washing up, I went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and headed straight to Ocean Butterflies.

He greeted the receptionist, who had her hair in a ponytail, as he entered, and she waved back enthusiastically.

Upon arriving at the conference room, Bi Xiaoshi and Xu Yuan were already waiting.

There were several cups of tea, a stack of blank manuscript paper, and a few pens on the table, clearly indicating that they were preparing for a long talk.

"Xiao Song, you're here?" Bi Xiaoshi gestured for him to sit down. "Let's have a good chat today."

Song Mo sat down, took the tea that Xu Yuan handed him, and took a sip.

"Xiao Song, do you know what I liked most about you the first time I saw you?" Bi Xiaoshi didn't rush to start talking about the album.

Song Mo glanced at the two people in front of him and tentatively asked, "Is it because he's handsome?"

Xu Yuan was drinking water when he heard this and almost choked, coughing several times in a row.

"Xiao Song, although you're much better looking than the popular singer-songwriters of the past few years, that's not what attracts us most about you," Xu Yuan said, wiping his mouth with a wry smile.

These days, ever since Richie Jen became famous, there are no barriers to singing anymore; anyone can sing, no matter what they look like.

In the 1980s and 90s, the most popular singers were Leslie Cheung, Leon Lai, Aaron Kwok, and Andy Lau.

Which one of them isn't a handsome and capable man who can stand on his own?

Now, some fans actually think that artists like Jay Chou and David Tao are handsome.

But to be honest, they really have nothing to do with being handsome. Before Jay Chou drank bubble tea, he was at least decent-looking.

David Tao frankly admitted that he does have stage presence.

But his appearance is so ugly that it made Hu Yanbin cry. Of course, Hu Yanbin is no less ugly. The two are a strange combination.

Song Mo smiled awkwardly. He thought about Gao Yuanyuan's reaction yesterday and realized that he had overestimated himself. He had thought he had really relied on his good looks to quickly pass Ocean Butterflies.

Bi Xiaoshi's face twitched before he spoke, "What I like most about you is your typhoon. Your typhoon is very stable and comfortable. You know, there are actually many very good musicians. They are very good at writing lyrics and composing music, and their singing skills are not bad either, but their musical expression is very poor. Some of them don't even dare to go on stage. But you are different from those people. You are born to enjoy music and the stage."

Upon hearing this, Song Mo nodded in agreement.

In fact, typhoons are quite similar to personalities; as the saying goes, "It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature."

It takes a lot of effort and time to change the course of a typhoon.

Just like when Jay Chou first debuted, he had a very shy demeanor.

Back then, he wore a baseball cap, his bangs pulled low, as if he wanted to hide his entire face.

When facing the media, he is always very sparing with words, and even somewhat resistant to communication, shrinking into the shell of music.

On stage back then, his body language was restrained, and he rarely made direct eye contact with the audience.

As he released more and more albums and toured one after another, the cheers of thousands of people honed his confidence.

Later, Jay Chou not only dared to perform magic tricks and sorcery at his concerts, but he could even wear pink clothes and make funny self-deprecating jokes, freely telling stories and interacting with audiences in stadiums with tens of thousands of people.

He transformed from a quiet boy who could only play the piano into a powerful king of the Chinese music scene.

But these changes cannot be accomplished overnight.

Therefore, if a singer possesses a natural, comfortable, and expressive aura, it can greatly contribute to their success.

Seeing that Song Mo understood his words, Bi Xiaoshi nodded and continued, "Of course, your physical appearance is indeed a great advantage, especially considering how well you write."

One hot fact: no matter the time or industry, good looks are always a rare asset.

Xu Yuan nodded in agreement. "So, Xiao Song, we hope you can maintain your current 'typhoon' aura. Also, have you thought about your positioning after your debut?"

Upon hearing Xu Yuan's question, Song Mo didn't answer directly, but instead asked in return, "What career path does the company want me to take?"

He knew that Ocean Butterflies must have plans for his image and persona.

He was too lazy to guess what they were planning, so he simply asked directly.

Although many people say they don't like packaged celebrities, how can a celebrity appear in front of the public without being packaged?

It's just a matter of how much or how little packaging is involved. For example, Jay Chou's cool and genius persona is created by combining his personality with his inherent traits.

He chose to wear his hat because he was afraid of communicating.

However, through persona marketing, a sense of "I am a genius, and you don't understand" is generated instead.

Xu Yuan was not surprised by Song Mo's question.

He had come to deeply appreciate Song Mo's confidence and directness through these few encounters.

Therefore, he didn't waste any more words: "We've actually been discussing your positioning for a while now, and we've also talked to the Singapore headquarters several times. First of all, we definitely want the persona of a musical genius."

Song Mo nodded upon hearing this. These days, as long as you can write lyrics and compose music, who wouldn't market themselves as a musical genius?

From David Tao to Jay Chou, they're all like that; that's why the "once-in-a-millennium" meme isn't popular anymore.

Otherwise, both of them would have to market themselves as once-in-a-millennium musical geniuses.

Xu Yuan continued, "But just the title doesn't really make a difference. Lao Bi and I have thought about it a lot, and we think your positioning could be an extremely confident musical genius, or rather, an arrogant one."

Song Mo frowned as she looked at him.

These days, arrogance isn't a good word.

Nicholas Tse was arrogant enough a couple of years ago, right? But after the cover-up case came out this year, the entire Chinese music scene criticized him as a negative example for half a year.

Nowadays, when people mention the word "arrogant," they don't think of youthful spirit, but rather of immaturity and a tendency to cause trouble.