I'm an Actor, and I Never Intended to Sing

It feels like tears are worthless. Singing a song and then crying again, is it really necessary to be so awkward, brother?

It was alright at first, but as soon as I saw the part about blowing up hills, I suddenly lost interest in watching any further.

This book feels like it's for sharing playlists.

The biggest taboo in writing about music is self-indulgence, or self-pity. Many entertainment writers have this problem. Everyone has different tastes, and as the saying goes, you can't please everyone. When choosing songs, many writers assume that what they like is what everyone likes. Actually, this problem is really easy to solve.

Raising an eyebrow

One song a day is outrageous, one good song a month is also outrageous, but one song a day is just too much. It feels like you're here to share a playlist. 🤭

A diary-like writing style. Post a song, a long comment, a long passage of emotion. Post another song, another wave of emotional comments. Everyone in the entertainment industry is a saint, not vying for fame or fortune, and there are no interpersonal conflicts.

The writing style of this book is mediocre; its current weakness lies in its song selection. A large portion of the songs chosen are niche and have low popularity—songs that didn't even become hits in real life, yet when he travels back in time and sings them, a bunch of listeners blindly praise them.

Releasing a song every day is fake; a song takes many days to produce.

You chose a niche song that few people have heard of, and then someone inexplicably started crying in your live stream. Have you been watching too many edited variety show clips? You're just creating all sorts of dramatic effects for yourself.