Lian Zong: I work hard but let others get ahead of me

Chapter 39 You are written in my song

Amid Han Zhilan's questioning look, Xu Zhe'an pushed Han Zhilan out of the room.

When I came out, I discovered that the other three groups had also finished.

It's almost seven o'clock now, less than an hour before the live broadcast ends.

At this time last night, everyone might still have some time to chat and play cards, but there will be a performance tomorrow, and everyone must be familiar with each other's written songs.

Of course, there are still people whose songs haven’t been written yet, such as Xu Zhe’an.

So I definitely can't chat today, I have to make some preparations for tomorrow.

You need to at least familiarize yourself with the songs first. Tomorrow we have to arrange a performance venue and find an accompaniment group. There are a lot of things to do.

"The program team has prepared a recording studio for everyone. You can go to the recording studio to exchange songs. There are various musical instruments and some music equipment in the recording studio."

The staff came up, looked at everyone and said.

Director Guo Fan was watching the program from beginning to end and knew the needs of the guests very well.

Seeing that everyone is now ready to exchange songs, the recording studio he prepared can finally be put to use.

"The place is not far away. It only takes about ten minutes to walk. They are all relatively simple recording studios, but the program team specially rented four of them and added some things. They have all the necessary equipment."

"If you have anything to prepare or bring, such as your guitar or something, you can also bring it. Leave as soon as possible, because the recording studio closes before ten o'clock."

When Han Zhilan heard this, he said to Xu Zhe'an: "You go first."

"how?"

"I feel like I need to change my clothes. This one is a bit formal. I want to change into something casual."

Xu Zhe'an quickly stopped: "No, what I want is a Persian cat."

"Ok?"

"Ahem, I mean, you look good like this, no need to change. We can just bring the guitar."

It's rare to see Han Zhilan look as dignified and beautiful as tonight. Xu Zhe'an thinks this is really beautiful and eye-catching.

However, this kind of compliment that came from deep in his heart made Xu Zhe'an feel a little embarrassed to say it out.

So as he spoke, he looked around as if nothing had happened.

Han Zhilan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile:

"it is good."

The two of them brought the two guitars they used today and followed the large army to the so-called recording studio.

The momentum of eight people is still a bit huge, but it is amazing that there is a recording studio in this small place, not to mention that it is already very late, and there is almost no one there.

It seems that the program team has considered this town in advance for filming. It is not only suitable for inspiring creation, but also the needs of the guests can be met.

I don’t know how I found such a treasure.

Several people came to the recording studio rented by the program team, and each pair of partners walked into one of their own.

Xu Zhe'an and Han Zhilan were in recording studio No. 4. When they walked in, they found that the space was not too small.

The equipment for recording music is very complete, such as sound cards, monitor speakers, MIDI keyboards, computers, etc.

But recording songs is not their main purpose.

Of course, it is very suitable to use these devices to make a simple demo.

Having said that, some things are very particular.

Tomorrow's performance will be like this. Each group will choose a place to perform, and then the program team will arrange four accompaniment teams for each group. The singer will have to negotiate with the accompaniment group on how to arrange the music, and how the accompaniment should match the vocals. How to cooperate.

It's equivalent to a relatively formal live performance.

This means that Xu Zhe'an and Han Zhilan not only have to compose the song, but also think about the arrangement, so that they can negotiate with the accompaniment team.

Arranging, to put it simply, accompaniment, is different from composing.

The equipment here is just right for everyone to make a simple song, and it will be more convenient to negotiate with the teachers responsible for accompaniment.

"Why don't you record a demo of your song first, and then I'll write the song for you tomorrow."

Xu Zhe'an and Han Zhilan said directly after entering the recording studio.

"Can it really be written in such a short time?" Although Han Zhilan already had a certain degree of confidence in Xu Zhe'an, she was still a little unsure.

Time is really too short.

"Don't worry, I've already thought of the melody, mainly the lyrics and arrangement. I'll improve it a little more."

Xu Zhe'an's tone was full of confidence. Without any more nonsense, he walked directly to the corners where electronic keyboards and other musical instruments were placed.

There is a notebook next to the electronic keyboard, and Xu Zhe'an can just use these to record. Although the memories from the parallel world are profound in my mind, singing them is one thing and writing them out is another.

The so-called tabulation requires the support of music theory and has high requirements on personal listening and notation abilities. It also involves many things, such as pitch, rhythm, harmony, notation and other aspects.

Fortunately, Xu Zhe'an's professional ability is very strong, and these are a piece of cake for him.

So, under the camera, Xu Zhe'an and Han Zhilan began to busy themselves with their own things.

In the small recording studio, Han Zhilan used a synthesizer to record his own song demo, while Xu Zhe'an took a pen, deleted, modified and modified the song in his notebook, using words bit by bit to materialize the song.

The score and lyrics slowly formed in the writing.

The two of them were silent for a while in the recording studio, each other doing their own thing seriously.

The recording studio is divided into two floors: inside and outside. Han Zhilan records inside, but no one outside can hear it.

As for Xu Zhe'an outside, there was not much movement.

The occasional sounds are also the sounds of guitars, electronic keyboards and other musical instruments being used for sound check.

He was almost holding the guitar in his hand, writing something in the notebook while playing.

Many viewers looked a little drowsy looking at these scenes.

"Lan Lan and Xu Zhe'an are both very serious."

"Is this the process of creating music? It feels so boring."

"Nonsense, creation is boring, but we can actually see the results directly tomorrow."

"I wonder what song Xu Zhe'an will write this time?"

"You're actually looking forward to Xu Zhe'an's song. I think the last "Obviously" may have been Xu Zhe'an's good luck. Compared to this, I'm looking forward to the works of Bian Yanxian and Jiang Wanfeng."

"I won't watch anymore. I'll just watch the show tomorrow."

The process of writing songs is obviously boring, and the audience is too lazy to watch. Anyway, they can just listen to the songs tomorrow.

In about an hour or two, Xu Zhe'an finally finished writing the song.

Looking at the time, it was almost ten o'clock and the live broadcast had already ended.

It didn't matter. He raised his head to see Han Zhilan's progress, only to find that Han Zhilan had come out of it, sat next to him, and was playing with his mobile phone.

When did you sit here?
"Are you done?" Xu Zhe'an asked.

"Well, I've finished recording a long time ago. Have you finished writing too?" Han Zhilan turned his head when he heard Xu Zhe'an's voice.

So fast.

A song only takes an hour or two to write?
"Look at it."

Xu Zhe'an handed the notebook to Han Zhilan.

The score and lyrics are recorded in the notebook, and even the arrangement ideas are written on it.

Han Zhilan took the notebook and was a little surprised by Xu Zhe'an's speed.

Then I looked at the title of the song.

--"summer Wind"

While looking at the score, Han Zhilan sang along softly:

【The wind in July is lazy
Even the clouds are getting hot.]

It seems good!
Han Zhilan had some surprise in his eyes. He paused and continued to read.

As the lyrics continued to deepen, when one of the lyrics came into view, Han Zhilan felt that his heart was suddenly pried.

Like an oversight, a deer ran into the jungle of my heart.

It made her panic.

The lyrics in front of me are written like this:
【Gentle and lazy sea breeze
Blow to the high mountains

The warm wind, the mountain wind, blows into the mountain breeze~~]

Mountain breeze, mountain breeze.

Isn't it just 'Lan'?

Xu Zhe'an wrote Han Zhilan's name into this song.

Turning around and seeing Xu Zhe'an's smiling profile, Han Zhilan suddenly didn't know what his expression was now.

And the little deer in the jungle in his heart became more and more panicked.

(End of this chapter)