Disaster Artist

Chapter 22 Is she really a genius?

Bai Zhe designed a rhetoric before coming, but failed to use it.The drummer seemed to have no intention of talking to him.

Moya cleaned the desktop, connected the speakers, and started playing Sooko's roar in high-definition surround sound on a loop.

He was okay, but Rogge really couldn't bear it.The maintenance technician felt that he needed the noise filtering function of the electronic ear.

The girl listened carefully to the more than eight-minute rant twice, looped some clips from 2 to 10 times, and then began to adjust the audio.

Unlike amateur tuners like him, Moya uses professional software.But when Bai Zhe looked at the operation interface, he had a paradoxical feeling. Not surprisingly, it was pirated software.

From time to time, hackers are dissatisfied with the monopoly-style software pricing. They rip out the program code and write similar software and spread it on the Internet.Once caught, this kind of people will go to jail, and it is said that many of them are executed or detained and enslaved.

She first adjusted the beat to make the overall rhythm much tighter, closer to the beat she usually uses when playing drums.

Then the audio was divided, some fragments were selected and rearranged, and new audio tracks were added.

The effect after debugging made Rogge feel even worse.

But he did not interrupt or leave. He stood by with a dark face and experienced the changes in the roar.

For him, the most important thing is to help Moya get out of the sluggish period. If it sounds hard, let it sound ugly.The breakup of the band was a huge blow to her, and it had been a long time since she'd seen her in such a dedicated state.

After the tune was almost in tune, Moya lifted the flannel in the corner, revealing her practice drum underneath.After not being used for a while, a thin layer of dust has fallen on the surface, and there is a little rust where the paint has peeled off.I left you out in the cold.

Rogge and Bai Zhe worked together to move the drum set out of the corner. Moya picked up the drum sticks in his right hand and sat in front of the drum set, adjusting the stool.

Rogge: "Can you fight with one hand?"

"I just can't use my left hand. I can hit with my right hand and my feet are fine. It's not a big problem."

The girl with orange-green curly hair replied nonchalantly.

Bai Zhe watched her adjust the height of the stool for a long time but still couldn't adjust it properly, and then went to adjust the height of the snare drum and cymbals, and couldn't help laughing.It's really a little short.

As expected, he received a friendly gesture from Moya, then smiled and hit you with a drumstick.

Rogge couldn't stand it and handed the sofa cushion to Moya.Just give it a try, there's no shame in it.

Boom--boom-boom--boom!

The girl stepped on the pedal fiercely, dropped the drum stick, and felt the vibration of the drum head pass through her body.

She played the edited clip of the growl, stepped on the bass drum with her right foot, and swung the drum stick to create a dull rhythm.

The rhythm of Moyada's tune is similar to the sound clip, but it is lower and more restrained than the roar. When the two are superimposed, there is a vague fit.

Play from the beginning.

She changed her rhythm, but it still fit a small part.

Come again.

As Moya played, his body swayed to the beat in his head.The sound of the drums and the roar are becoming more and more consistent, no longer so weird, but rather trendy.

Roger's main job is as a repairman, but he has been exposed to musical instruments before.He could hear Moya's thoughts, but it was impossible for him to capture the rhythm and melody from the cry.This is probably an extraordinary talent.

Bai Zhe's feelings were even more obvious.His hearing is greatly enhanced by the Eye of the Dark Tide, and he is believed to be the only person in the world who has directly heard Sook's voice.

In his feelings, Moya's full and powerful drumming gradually revealed suppressed anger, and a huge sense of loneliness arose from the bottom of his heart, as if he truly resonated with the rusty sun.

Is she really a genius?
boom!
Bai Zhe heard a series of noises, it was the drumsticks flying out of his hands.

Moya shook his slightly trembling right hand unhappily, the injury still not fully healed.The prosthetic hand hasn't been repaired yet, so it's not strong enough.

She picked up the drumstick and struck it twice more.The effect is slightly better again.

"This sound sample is very good and has never been heard before. It makes me imagine a huge and lonely creature, a kind of contradictory and struggling pain." Bai Zhe had a question mark in his mind.This is it.

Moya was very pleased to be able to feel the beauty of unknown life forms, but your feelings were a bit too specific.

"The drums alone are not enough. If we want to follow the style we usually use, we have to add a bass before the roar.

This roar needs to be added with effects, otherwise it will still be too abrupt.Add distortion to get that melancholy and dense feeling.”

She was talking to herself, but in the middle of her words, she suddenly fell into a trance and felt empty in her heart.There was no "us" anymore, only she, the drummer, was left alone.

Bai Zhe noticed that Moya's mood suddenly became depressed, and the shadow that was so active when he was playing had shrunk back.

"I'm so sleepy. I've been playing games all night. I'm going to catch up on some sleep first, and I'll talk to you later when I wake up."

She grabbed her hair and walked towards the bedroom, threw herself on the bed and fell asleep at the speed of light.

From behind, the drummer's departure looks like a wounded animal fleeing back to its lair but barely pretending to be okay.

Based on the sounds he heard, Bai Zhe felt that the "meeting" Moya mentioned would be a long time.

"Miss Moya has a lot of personality and talent."

After packing things up with Rogge, Bai Zhe said seriously.

"She wasn't like this before."

The maintenance man turned his back to him and responded in a low voice.

Bai Zhe didn't take the initiative to ask.Moya and other band members will naturally tell him about the disputes with Luna Records when they are willing to talk about it.

"I don't think she'll wake up for a while."

"I think so too."

Roger nodded in agreement.Moya suffered from severe insomnia during this period and frequently stayed up all night. She didn't know when it would be until she woke up.

"I will come to you tomorrow morning to explain it in detail to Miss Moya. Please add a WeChat message."

"Row."

A robotic arm popped up from behind Rogge and asked him to scan the code on it.

When going downstairs, the maintenance man finally said:
"The contract with Luna Records was a betrayal of Moya by the other three members of the band."

"Oh?"

"She told me something. The company and agent asked them to delete the lyrics of several songs before signing the contract. There were also a few songs that were too gloomy and depressing, so they had to rearrange them."

Bai Zhe nodded to express understanding.For an underground rock band, it's normal to have bold lyrics, and some of their works are extremely personal.Once signing is involved, it is easy to conflict with the needs of the record company.

“There seem to be other excessive demands, involving copyright, frequency of performances, right to disband, etc.

The four members of the band were strongly resistant at first.But I don’t know since when, she was the only one who disagreed with those terms. "

Although they only got along for a short time, Moya's straightforward and pure character has been clearly exposed.When she encountered this situation, Bai Zhe could imagine how ugly the scene would be.

"She accepted death and insisted on explaining things to the other three, and finally quit the band in anger.

There are many songs in the band that were written by Moya. If she doesn’t sign the band, she doesn’t have the right to use these songs publicly, alas.”

　I write very slowly when I write about unfamiliar things.

　　On the way home, I saw a little orange rolling happily in the grass. It was embarrassing to be seen by others, and it froze halfway through the roll.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)