Chapter 564 Key

When the first line of lyrics comes out, the fate of a song is already doomed.

In the [Demo Mutual Listening] session, eight singer-songwriters took turns entering the recording studio to sing.

Although it is only a rough sample, the style can be glimpsed. Some people are accompanied by a monotonous piano, and a few gentle lyrics pull the audience into the sun; Let the listener follow along.

The eight demos are long and short, delicate and rough, each of which is exciting.

And the one Weng Yao can't forget the most is Han Jue's song.

【I want it but I can't get it. What's wrong with you? 】

There is obviously no sigh in this line of lyrics, but after listening to it, Weng Yao heard a long sigh as if he was facing Han Jue.

The sigh came from the bottom of her heart.

After listening to the next three lines of lyrics, Weng Yao understood why Jiang Qi could remember all of them after listening to them once. After returning, he felt itchy and longed for the recording of the main game.

Such lyrics are simply written by wrapping the precipitation of life in each word.

But what is sung behind this song? Do you have anything to do with your cousin? What about Zhang Yiman?

Weng Yao is eager to hear the complete song.

The roommate looked at the phone, grinned and said, "Huang Kun doesn't need to delete the number."

Although I haven't finished listening to the song, but just four lines of lyrics can tell the good or bad. Many people thought of the previous scene where music critics praised Han Jue, and felt that it was very possible that the part that Han Jue did not sing later would not only not disappoint people, but also have even greater surprises.

"There is no one who scolded Huang Kun before." The roommates are not surprised by this. Their idols are abused every day, and they are familiar with the virtues of Internet mobs.

【Mutual Sample Listening】Afterwards, it was an internal cast, scoring each other, and after scoring, everyone bid farewell and waited for the coming of the main game.

The camera cut did not release the main game clip, but pulled the timeline to a week before the recording, followed up with each singer-songwriter's preparations, and showed the audience how the producers prepared in private.

The Queen of Demons——Wang Lu first appeared on the scene. She was filmed in a bright recording studio. When the program group came to the door, she was recording an accompaniment. After letting the program group "sit freely", she concentrated on the recording. The camera focused on the musicians next to her, and found that they all had a lot of background. Wang Lu has a well-connected network, and the recordings for her are all star musicians in the industry. Wang Lu occasionally stops to communicate with the musicians, constantly adjusts, strives to be the best, and does not miss any details. This style of painting is the domineering image of a music producer in everyone's mind, professional, efficient, and meticulous.

The second is Chen Yuan's preparations for the battle. Chen Yuan took the program team to a bar first. This bar is very famous in the circle, and it was opened by a group of Beijing rock veterans. Chen Yuan greeted regular customers all the way, and came to a corner where several people were sitting, and Chen Yuan came for these people. Chen Yuan said that he finally figured out the song that he had been pondering for three years. He specially asked everyone to help record an instrument. Those people did their part and vowed to help him win the championship and kill Han Jue. For a while, Beijing-flavored Mandarin filled the bar, and it sounded very heroic.

Xu An's body may be a knitted hat, and he still wears one when he appears on camera, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years. He seemed to have prepared the song early on. When the program team came, nothing could be filmed, and he didn't plan to call out the work for the program, but the program team was in a hurry. Xu An was very kind. Seeing the embarrassment on the staff's face, he made tea for them, hoping that they could calm down. The voice-over came "Thank you", "Thank you", and the program team was very moved. Then it was gone. After Xu Yu made tea, he left the program group aside and went to read and drink tea by himself. After a while, Xu An couldn't bear the embarrassment of the program team, and said thoughtfully: "Why don't you go back?" The program team went back.

Jiang Qi took the edited work and went to [Magic Sound] to visit the tutor. The mentor used to be the big brother in the music scene, his opinion is very important to Jiang Qi. After the instructor finished listening, he nodded and said yes, he can already make a living in the music world. Jiang Qi relaxed slightly, still not confident, and asked if she would embarrass the school if she lost. The instructor smiled, "Are you overestimating yourself or underestimating the school? [Magic Voice]'s face is not so easy to lose. Don't worry and sing, it won't be bad." Jiang Qi smiled innocently.

After that, there are clips of several other singer-songwriters, each preparing for the battle.

Weng Yao has been waiting for Han Jue's clip to appear.

Han Jue was the last one to come out.

The streets and buildings that appeared in "Extreme Man" first appeared on the screen. I found the door of Han Jue's apartment, approached, and was immediately stopped by two strong and vicious security guards. The next second the camera was covered by palms, causing the The screen flickered, and the audience only felt that the atmosphere was very tense, and they were very worried about the safety of the program crew, just like worrying about the unannounced interview with a reporter who was discovered.

The program team had no choice but to call Han Jue under the watchful eyes of the security guards before he was allowed to be put in the elevator. In the elevator, the program team worked hard to breathe evenly, got out of the elevator, and knocked on Han Jue's door. As a result, Han Jue appeared from next door with the cat in his arms, followed by Zhang Zishang, who was probing his head.

Han Jue is teaching Zhang Zishang a class next door. The reason is that he has been busy with editing and editing. Today is a rare day out for the filming of the program, so he also attends the class by the way.

Han Jue came over and opened the door, and led the program team into the house.

"I'll make tea for you." Han Jue was very polite.

"No, no, no!" But the program group firmly and quickly refused.

Han Jue didn't force it, he put the exquisite western-style tea set back, went to the production room, and asked Zhang Zishang to go next door to get drinks for the program crew.

During this time, the program team took pictures of Han Jue's living room.

Weng Yao leaned forward slightly, watching very carefully.

Compared with the appearance shown in "Extreme Man" [concert special] last time, half a year has passed, and Han Jue's home has changed. The furniture hasn't changed much, some are just cushions on the sofa, a few more throw pillows, and different styles of carpets, such fine-tuning.

The display cabinets in the living room are decorated with a few more stone carvings and exquisite porcelain; the greenery on the balcony has more potted plants, living ones; there are also more paintings on the walls, including Ming Dynasty style landscape paintings and more modern ones about "cows". painting.

"I didn't find women's supplies." Roommate No. 1 said with a frown.

"I didn't see it either." Roommate No. 2 was very rigorous and diligent, and she said, "But I still have to look at the bathroom."

Roommate No. 1 nodded and said yes.

"How could it be possible to let the bathroom be photographed." Weng Yao said. She actually wanted to see the bedroom.

Han Jue's voice came from the studio, and the program team went straight into the studio.

The scenery of the corridor flashed by, the paintings on one wall remained the same, the same few pictures, but there were more photos on the other wall.

Entering the production room with red and black tones, there are also slight changes inside.

The recording equipment was upgraded, and the computer was replaced with a bigger and more expensive one. On the dark red wall, hung an oil painting with a gold frame, which showed several clocks hanging limply on the table and tree. There are a few more strange and unheard of cartoon figures on the cabinet - nine strange monsters. On the far left is a fat shih tzu with yellow hair and purple stripes, the second is a barbed blue wild cat with two tails, and the third is a snapping turtle with three tails... until the far right grows nine The orange foxes with tails are lined up, making people want to buy them. But it is very likely that like the other figurines in this room, they still cannot be bought, because these things Han Jue made, after applying for a patent, do not plan to make them into peripheral sales, fans simply have nowhere to buy them.

Han Jue turned on the computer and called up the file.

"What stage is the preparation now, have you encountered any problems?" the program team asked.

Han Jue stopped the mouse and said, "If you have any questions... yes."

The program team saw Han Jue's face troubled for several days, and asked, "Is it serious?"

Han Jue nodded slowly, saying that it was very serious.

The atmosphere on and off the screen suddenly became tense.

"I have too many songs, I don't know which one to choose for the competition." Han Jue rubbed his chin, very sad.

The camera shakes violently with the cameraman.

"Hey~~~" Roommates No. 1 and No. 2 hissed together.

I believe that countless people feel the same at this moment.

However, Han Jue's expression in front of the camera doesn't seem like a joke.

The camera swept over Zhang Zishang, and found that Zhang Zishang was grinning, watching the play secretly in the corner.

Seeing that the camera was aimed at him, Zhang Zishang sighed, with a sad expression on his face, and said, "It's true, the biggest problem with Master now is that there are too many songs, and each song is very good!"

The director grumbled his Adam's apple, looked at the screen in front of Han Jue, screamed, and covered his eyes: "This, what is this! It's so dazzling!"

Han Jue and Zhang Zishang looked at the director expressionlessly, indifferent.

The domestic screen of this cherry blossom is expensive, the brightness is moderate, and it does not emit stinging light at all. There is no doubt that the director is adding drama to himself.

One of Han Jue and Zhang Zishang thought of his assistant, and the other thought of his elder brother.

Seeing that no one was arguing, the director coughed twice, stood up with a smirk, stopped making trouble, and looked carefully at the computer screen.

The name of the folder is [Suitable for "Singer-Composer"], and there are about twenty songs in it.

They were all carefully selected by Han Jue.

""Undercurrent", "Love", "Suddenly", "Special Person", "Mr. Almost"..." The director felt itchy just reading the title of the song, and asked Han Jue if he could listen to it for a while.

Han Jue said yes.

The director moved his finger and clicked on "Undercurrent". It was just a sample, and the accompaniment was therefore very simple, chaotic, psychedelic, suitable for listening to while paralyzed, but the lyrics sung by Han Jue lazily taught people to wake up, [Fear Tragedy repeats itself, my fate hits, the more beautiful something is, the less I can touch it...]

The accelerator button was pressed here on the screen, and after the buzzing sound effect, the next second was the director leaning against the wall with a relaxed face, as if he was about to take out an afterthought cigarette in the next second.

"It's gone?!" Roommate No. 1 smashed a chicken bone into the box, "Damn it! Do I have time to listen to the demo?!"

"Don't the audience have human rights?! It's okay to cut them all, you just put one sentence! And then eat alone!" Roommate No. 2 was so angry that he almost scratched his scalp with both oily hands.

Weng Yao was also angry. Originally, she was only waiting for the song in Han Jue's [Mutual Sample Mutual Listening] session. Now it's ready. After listening to that song, she still has to wait for "Undercurrent". She is tortured and hopes to listen to it in its entirety Version. Weng Yao suddenly sensed the calculations of the program group and had to accept it, but he chose to accept this, and made up his mind to continue watching the program next week.

"I don't know when I will be able to write such a song..." Zhang Zishang was dejected.

"When will you write songs of this level, and when will you officially become a teacher." Han Jue told Zhang Zishang.

Zhang Zishang covered his face with his hands, wanting to cry.

As Zhang Zishang, who just started on the creative road, looking at such folders, I really have the urge to stop lying on the road.

At any rate, the director still remembered his job. He stared at the screen for a long time, scratched his head through the peaked cap, and joined the worrying camp: "I really have to worry."

After finishing speaking, I was in a daze with Han Jue.

"Master," Zhang Zishang suggested, "Anyway, they are all very good. Why don't you just sing whichever song you get by luck."

Han Jue thought for a while, and felt that it was not an option to continue to entangle, so he agreed.

Han Jue took a few steps back, "I memorized the positions of these songs, so I can't smoke them myself."

Zhang Zishang stood up.

"It's not you." Han Jue waved his hand.

Zhang Zishang sat down in frustration, and the director stood up excitedly.

"It's not you either." Han Jue said.

Han Jue turned around and hugged the black cat lying on the keyboard to the front of the screen.

"Point to one." Han Jue tapped the screen with his finger.

The disappointed director just felt that Han Jue was not taking the lottery drawing seriously, and saw that the black cat really raised its paw, pondered for a while in front of the screen, and pressed it on a place on the screen.

"What kind of cat is this!" The director was taken aback and wanted to study the cat, but the most important thing was to look at the results of the lottery.

The director and Zhang Zishang moved towards the screen together.

The audience is like the camera, moving closer to the screen bit by bit, wanting to see which song Maoclaw clicked on...

As a result, everything was shot, and the scene jumped to the day of the main match recording.

"I c..." Roommate No. 1 and No. 2 spoke at the same time, and stopped at the same time, as if they were alone.

At this moment, countless families across the country burst out with insults and disgust.

But the show still has to go on.

Han Jue, Wang Lu, and Xu An were assigned to the upper division.

Jiang Qi went to the lower area as expected.

The singers and composers met each other in costumes and greeted each other, creating an atmosphere of competition.

There were also interviews with music critics of different weights in the small black room of the program group.

The host appeared, greeted the audience in front of the TV and at the scene, and after explaining the rules, the game officially started.

Just when Weng Yao thought that the pissing nature of the program group would put Han Jue at the end, Chen Yuan took the lead and chose Han Jue as soon as he came. So Han Jue is the second singer to sing.

Chen Yuan began to sing.

The works that have been honed for three years are really excellent. Chen Yuan's works made the audience stand up in rows, excited. If it wasn't that they couldn't sing, they would have sung along with them.

Backstage, apart from Jiang Qi, who was sitting crookedly from the beginning, who was worried about her idol Han Jue, the other singers and composers in the waiting room applauded with admiration on their faces.

The program also released music critics' comments on this song, saying, "This song can be said to be Chen Yuan's best work", "If Han Jue can't come up with amazing works, otherwise he won't be able to hold back Chen Yuan's work." This one, even if it’s an excellent song, won’t do.”…

There were waves of praise for Chen Yuan on the Internet, and everyone felt that Han Jue was hanging.

Weng Yao and the others have gone through spoilers again, so they don't panic at all, but look forward to Han Jue's works even more.

What kind of work should be able to beat such a song...

After Han Jue and Chen Yuan met backstage, they praised each other a few words, and then came on stage calmly, making it impossible to see any nervousness or frustration.

Han Jue appeared amid applause, and after greeting the audience, he was about to start singing.

The lights changed for a while, and Han Jue was on the stage.

What sounded on the scene was a fuller and more delicate arrangement than that of the [demo]. The scene seemed to be filled with the aroma of wine.

When the sound of the piano stopped, Han Jue raised the microphone, but before speaking, he sighed first.

His eyes seemed to pass through time.

【I want it but I can't get it. What are you doing? You don't want to part with it. You only care about talking nonsense about the past...】

[It is unforgivable but unstoppable, hatred climbs over the wall at night, it is empty but buzzing, who puts a cold gun in your heart. 】

[Oath of old love is like a slap in the face, every time you remember a sentence, you get a slap in the face. Then I couldn't smell it for several years, and I couldn't smell a woman's fragrance. 】

[The past is not like smoke, yes, nostalgia in love is not a virtue. It's a pity that falling in love is not like writing songs, no matter how serious it is, it can't become a style. 】

[The only one I know is the one who has been together for a long time, I have never seen the one who has been together for a long time...]

...

"Yaoyao, why are you crying!" Roommate No. 1 and No. 2 exclaimed loudly.

"Ah?" Weng Yao came back to his senses, raised the back of his hand and wiped it hastily. Feeling the coolness on the back of his hand, he stared blankly at Han Jue who was bowing on the screen, and couldn't remember when he heard a sentence that made him cry.

Is it [a slap in the face] there?

Or is it [haven't seen a long time together] there?

She can't remember.

She only remembered that, listening to such a song, she suddenly realized that some things were subconsciously ignored or denied by her.

And those things she ignores are likely to be the keys to the shackles of her conscience.

Lyrics can't be done without writing, so I wrote it, but I didn't charge for it.