Fan Fiction |
by teppanyaki
This was the year my 'The One' World Tour kick started. It was an amazing journey, with thousands of fans screaming their hearts out for me. I knew. The performance on stage was nothing less then drama-mama. Basketball stunts, swordplay, a variety of costumes from basketball jerseys to shiny armours, who could resist?
It was the time during my peaking career, such that I almost lost myself in attention I was getting. I've become more proud of my music than ever. Getting awards after awards, being invited to sign contracts with more big-shot companies to endorse in their products.
I remember saying this in one of my Thank-You speeches during some award ceremony...
"Some people might think my music is carelessly made, with unclear diction. But this is the kind of music I want, this is the kind of music I like. That's why I'm Jay Chou."
I've turned into this arrogant guy, void of expressions, trying to act cool and suave in front of the camera. In other words, I was drowning in fame and enjoying the power I had so much that I lost myself. And almost lost the people who cared about me.
How immature I was.
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After my so-called conflict with Jolin, I was amazed at her sudden change. Dyed brown hair with curls, donning miniskirts, sexier outlook, bigger... er. bosoms. Was it because of me? Hope not. She's not the quiet, cute and innocent Jolin I once knew and er, liked to a certain extent. She's now Chinese Pop's sex goddess. What happened to her?
She requested me to write her a few songs for her new album [72 Bian]. How appropriate the album title was. In her eyes, I could see the old Jolin, but somewhat un-Jolin too. I nodded to her request.
While I rapped for her in the song [Qi Shi Jing Shen], She was still a little shy and nervous for the recording, avoiding my eyes all the time. I thought I had the old Jolin back. But how wrong I was.
Bye, '10'. Welcome Mandopop's new and rising diva.
We can't go back to the past with the innocent Jolin, I know. I know too that I can never like her like before either. I don't know what she thinks but, i respect her every decision and she should respect mine. If I had been more understanding, she would still be the Jolin that I was attracted to. But she might not have the success she has now.
Sorry, Jolin. But I hope we're still friends.
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"Jie Lun! Zhou Ma Ma brought wonderful fried beehoon for us! Quick get out here now!" My assistant Dingdang's shouting interrupted my piano playing.
I went out of the studio to be welcomed by the wonderful aroma of homecooked food. Thanks Ma, you're the best.
"JieLun ah, you had a quarrel with YiLin ah?" My mother asked, concerned.
"Nothing to worry about Ma, we're still friends." I said, half munching on my chicken drumstick. My mother knows the on-off relationship(?) I have with Jolin.
She didn't reply but nodded to show she understood. As they always say, mothers know best, even when no words are exchanged.
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This year was a bad year, but a good year too for me.
My [Ye Hui Mei] album sales soared and broke records. But I must say it was indeed one of my most beautiful babies. Every composition, every album I made is like giving birth to a beautiful and precious baby. Dear to me, and seeing people accept my compositions and music is all that matters.
However, good news always come with bad news. It was also the year that I didn't win anything during the Taiwan Music Awards. The awards ceremony that matter most to me. The one where singers compete to win THE award. I was pinning my hopes on Best Album or Best Composer award to show that my precious productions are being recognized.
For the past two years I was winning awards like anything. Getting the awards was like drinking water. It was like I was SURE to win them be it Best Male, Best Album, Best Composer, Best New Artiste... I won them all.
Perhaps I was too complacent. Perhaps I was too cocky. Perhaps I was too proud of my music. Perhaps I took my awards for granted.
So much that I lost it. It was then, I realised how much I've lost thanks to losing to fame.
"Jay and Jolin breaks up?"
"Has Jay become more daring?"
"Where has the once shy Jay gone?"
"Jay's fans uproar towards new MV of [Qing Tian]"
"...Jay loses best male and best album in TW music awards after winning numerous awards in last year's awards ceremony..."
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For the rest of the year and the next, I focused on writing good music, instead of being in the limelight. Though there are still silly reports of me and Jolin, I've learnt to push them aside. It was getting pretty boring to see my name and hers appearing at the same time, all the time.
Gossip mags screamed, "Asia's pop prince, Jay Chou bear grudges against not winning awards at last Taiwan Hit Awards."
"... his unwillingness to accept the fact he lost shown in his new song [Wai Po]..."
To date, I've realised all I have done is giving in to the media. Succumbing to the attention I received, trying to act suave and cool and neglecting what is more important.
Sometimes, some things lost cannot be replaced.
"I want to focus more on music for now."
Music is my life. Like how I described in my soon to be published book. Indeed. Music will never die.
Which also explains my next Incomparable to Jay concert having less flashy costumes like shiny armours, less stunts like basketball tricks, and more singing, Di Zi and piano performances.
I want to regain what I've lost. I need to work hard to win back my fans.
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er. the lowest times of Jay's career. i've tried to put it across as best as i could. hope it doesnt confuse you people...