Fan Fiction |
by teppanyaki
As usual, I was on a quest to exploit downloadable music as much as possible.
While chatting with a net friend,B online.
T.: its time to download albums again. got any good songs to send?
B: No. stop leeching stuff from me! you almost got every other song I'VE got.
T.: Ah. i see the 'almost'. come on dun be stingy... dun be lazy send me songs? HEY! i sent you the whole ayumi album that time! return the favour man...
B: oh all right. but its chinese... you mind?
T.: huH... ok anything's fine. whos songs is it this time? Sun Yan Zi? you knw i only listen sun yan zi's songs if its chinese...
B: you shld listen to chinese songs... there are new gd singers popping out nowadays. im addicted to them!
T.: but their songs are like... PLAIN. and... CHINESE. i just got something against it.
B: just accept im sending over the whole album!
T.: oh all right.
I saw the name of the file... Jay Chou - An Jing. hm. this name is familiar. However, my mind did not manage to register anything. Yet.
'Ni Yao wo shuo duo nan kan... wo gen ben bu xiang fen kai...'
'Shi ying wei wo tai ai ni...'
Sad song... indeed. Almost comparable to the croonings of A1 n Westlife. But I was a english pop listner, so it didn't appeal to me much.
Therefore, I didn't notice much of this faceless depressed singer, neither did it occur to me Ke Ai Nu Ren was his song too.
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Days went by as usual, but 2001 was a bad year. I was rejected by a crush I liked for 2 years. Like any other day, I was chatting online and randomly listening to random mp3s from my large mp3 library when a soulful and depressed voice sang from the speakers.
'Zhi shen xia gang qin pei wo tan le yi tian...'
'Shui jiao de da ti qing, an jing de jiu jiu de...'
...
'Ni yao wo shuo duo nan kan wo gen ben bu xiang fen kai...'
'Wei she me hai yao wo yong wei xiao lai dao guo...'
...
'Wo hui xue zhe fang qi ni...'
'Shi ying wei wo tai ai ni...'
By the end of the song, there were tears in my eyes. I was crying subconsciously. Was it because of the depresing song? Was it the voice? Or was it the fact I haven't so much dropped a tear out of the pool of tears held in me even after I was rejected?
I played that song over and over again. Like it truly spoke to my heart.
I cried into my pillow that night, cried like I've never cried before. Thank you Jay, for making me release all the sadness in me.
From then on, I started noticing who this Jay guy was and found out what he looked like and listened to his songs. Indeed, with the sullen look and head down in most of his promotional pictures, his image suits his songs well.
Just like a depressed and soulful poet, capturing one's soul in his music, and making the listener feel what he wants them to feel.
Truly mesmerising. I was caught under Jay Chou's spell.