Chapter 33:

In the recording studio, four middle-aged men sat around a bunch of pick-ups and chatted.
With Gongliangguang as the head, if you count down, He Guan, Mao Xiaorun, and Ye Zhou, just picking one up, can be regarded as well-known senior seniors in the industry. Although the appearance of the diggers obscured the artistic atmosphere of them, they were just so open in front of acquaintances.
"It's annoying." Mao Xiaorun glanced up and glanced at the ceiling. "I don't like to come to the regular building. It doesn't matter if I practice vocal music in my studio. This place is also non-smoking and alcohol-free. Understand that there are still people who can stay here for work every day. Isn't this the same as being in jail? "
"You think it's all you, and I won't drink." He Guan glanced at his watch, and the foot with Erlang's leg shook terribly, "Hey, I said Lao Guang, when did you know this child? Shang When I saw you at the party, I had n’t heard anything. Why did you say it now?

"It was the last time I met at the party." Gong Liangguang couldn't say anything about Luo Ding's popularity. "Strength, he's really good."
"Cut." Everyone sneered at this. There were a lot of talents in the circle, and the people who had cooperated had a measure of the individual abilities of the stars in private. But this place in the entertainment industry is too difficult to get ahead. Many things really can't be described in a word.
The old men's mouths are no less inferior to Babu, and people in the circle know too many gossips that can't be resorted to in mouth, and they don't have to worry about it in private. Beginning with a strong ability to start, it involves a large number of artists who meet the discussion conditions.
I don't know who Cao Dingkun mentioned first. After all, when everyone returns to God, the topic has already involved the deceased.
"Well. It's a pity, it's really a pity." Even Mao Xiaorun, who hadn't even opened the door on his mouth, felt a bit sorry. "Cao Dingkun, I don't know what to say. It's a tendon, a tendon is going to die. . "
"Yeah, I set a goal and then I worked hard. I could n’t see anything except that goal in my eyes. I used to sing like this. My brother went into this business early, and he talked to him when he was n’t popular. There was cooperation. At that time, he told me that if such a person can't get out of the head, he must offend people. Soak in the practice room 24 hours a day and 18 hours to dance without talking, eat white water, hot dish, and egg white for three meals. Protect your throat. Look at the current artist, how many can manage themselves? He was only twenty years old at that time. "
He Guan sighed: "He really doesn't have much room for improvement in singing skills, but unfortunately he went to the TV movie halfway and delayed singing."
Ye Zhou interjected at this time: "Don't stay here too, take the music circle too seriously, if Cao Dingkun has been singing and dancing, it would be a shame."
Several people looked at each other, and their faces were not very good-looking. Although these words were not acceptable, they were indeed facts. The domestic music industry has been going downhill, and the period of true glory is too far away. Cao Dingkun's departure was indeed wise. Today's singing scene is not just about singing. The status quo of Hong Kong and Taiwan is okay. The mainland, which has no particularly mature music market mechanism, waited for the cold winter without spring. The neglect of art in quality education has led to the fact that there aren't too many singers in the market that can compete with foreign music. Singers also need to learn and grow. A person who didn't even watch the staff before debuting, and really want to sing a classic, it takes a long time.
However, piracy, Japanese and Korean styles, Europe and the United States have fallen from the sky with this mountain. A large part of the major groups of domestic album purchasers aged 15 to 35 have been absorbed by the advanced packaging of Korean stars, and the popularity of online music is now very small. Some people will be willing to spend money to buy a star's work, give a record to the little singer, can not sell or the profit does not reach the predetermined value is a loss of money. In the long run, the company is more inclined to allow artists to develop into the lucrative film and television circle, resulting in few companies now digging and singing good folks except for the draft. Supply and demand markets are balanced, but not in a way that everyone likes.
So Cao Dingkun's decision to cross the circle in a timely manner seems to be ... not really wise.
Everyone's mood was a little unpleasant, and Mao Xiaorun had to shake his head: "You're right, he is already a top performer among domestic entertainers. Why can't you want to drive a car? Oh ..."
No one answered his question, at least after the news of Cao Dingkun's death was confirmed. Many in the entertainment industry felt incredible. Cao Dingkun's external image and style were so good that it was unexpected that he would be killed in such a bizarre way by a drag racing accident.
Luo Ding stood outside the door, holding his hand in a posture of preparing to knock on the door. When Gu Yaxing saw him not moving for a long time, he couldn't help but say, "What's wrong?"
Luo Ding smiled, and his hand lightly fell down. "Nothing."
The four men in the room sat upright for a moment, restoring their serious external stereotypes: "Come in."
Luo Ding slowly opened the door and saw that several people in the room had spoken at the Gongliangguang banquet before, and the smile on his face just brought a little closeness: "Gongliang, Teacher Mao, Teacher Ye, He Hello teacher. Sorry for being late. "
Mao Xiaorun can understand where Gong Liangguang's love for Luo Ding came from. Staring at this child's pair of clear eyes with laughter, and then hearing the clean title, they have seen too much darkness in the entertainment circle, and they are really hard to resist this long-lost spring breeze. Mao Xiaorun still remembers the picture of Luo Ding holding a guitar and Pan Yishen sitting and singing at Gong Liangguang's banquet. From the first meeting to the present, it has been so long, but the other party ’s features have not been captured from his mind for a moment. Clear it out. This is a question of individual recognition. An artist can look ugly, but he must not look like everyone else. A person who is left in the crowd and may not find it all day long, who can recognize him from the colorful screen?
However, this time he would agree to cooperate with Gu Yaxing, not entirely because of his appearance and the intimidation of Gongliang. He is a musician, and his unique and sensitive sense of music is unparalleled. The song that Luo Ding sang at the Gongliangguang banquet, from the first word to the ending, was so mysterious and mysterious. This is a plastic talent, even if he is only a little newcomer in the world of songs, it is worth his trip.
He Guan is a well-known composer in the industry. He has also formed a band that has won major awards at home and abroad. Ye Zhou and him wrote the lyrics in cooperation. The two are also considered to be an alternative combination and are very sought after in the music industry. Now they are basically working for the only surviving Uranus singers, which is hard to find.
Luo Ding really didn't expect Gu Yaxing to tell them to go out of the mountain. After seeing Gong Liangguang, he immediately realized that this must be his handwriting.
"... So, let's start?"
Ye Zhou is a person who can quickly enter the working state. Luo Ding sat down for a long time, and he first spoke: "Haven't there ever been a record before?"
"No."
"Can you understand the music?"
"can."
"It's okay." Ye Zhou said, "I also heard your song at the banquet that day. Your sound range is very wide and the sound is accurate. After a while, you go to the practice room and sing it carefully, let Mao Teacher see what else needs to be corrected. "

Although Mi Rui is almost as tall as Duan Xiubo, his legs are shortened. Duan Xiubo must step up the frequency of his pace in order to keep up, holding a stack of information to follow, he walked very hard. .
Fortunately, he was not alone.
Yu Shaotian, the chairman of Triumph Media, frowned and went along with Duan Xiubo. In order to maintain the image of his elite, his brows were frowning and his expression was serious, but his lips overflowed and he complained: "What can you do if you walk slowly?"
"Get used to it." Duan Xiubo put his hands in his pockets, and took great strides with a smile, still doing his own thing. In fact, he was not too impatient to contact Yu Shaotian, but he was used to refusing to refuse anyone, so even if he didn't like it anymore, he was still gentle and courteous.
Yu Shaotian still pressed harder and harder: "You almost have it too, so you won't go home for many years, and don't look at your father's age. Forgive some things that should be forgiven."
"I didn't blame him."
"Yeah, you haven't blame him, who can't be stupid?" Yu Shaotian closed his mouth with a long sigh when he didn't talk. He knew that his father was a little cynical. He followed his mother after his parents separated, and he didn't know what exactly he had experienced since he was a child. When the two brothers were young, they may not be able to see each other for a year, and their relationship is not close. Duan Xiubo entered the entertainment circle and Yu Shaotian learned the news after the other became popular. The young man in his twenties is more slippery than anyone else, thinking of his father ’s hunting history, and he sometimes holds a subtle apology to this younger brother.
Duan Xiubo always smiled and responded mildly, so he couldn't see through the other person's mind. For some time, Yu Shaotian tried to get close to the other side and ended up without any problems. Slowly, he let go of this impossible task, just to see that the other side had not been alone for so many years. Always empty.
"I just don't want to go back to his fifteenth or sixteenth wedding." Duan Xiubo briefly blocked all the advice that the other party hadn't exported with this sentence, and then asked Mi Rui: "Carmen said he where is it?"
"Fifty-fifth floor." Mi Rui glanced at Yu Shaotian, and pushed his glasses to answer quickly. The first rule of the Code for Qualified Brokers and Assistants is that you should never get into the housework of your boss.
Yu Shaotian interjected immediately: "Carmen? Is that director Carmen Clovi? Isn't the forty-fifth floor made of music? What is he going to do there?"
"There are also martial arts clubs on the forty-fifth floor, and amateur martial arts instructors teach there, presumably because of his relationship." Mi Rui absorbed all the news within the scope of work extremely quickly, and never let any problems of the boss.
Yu Shaotian gave Mi Rui an admiration glance: "You are a good agent."
Duan Xiubo naturally stretched out his hand and pressed the elevator button: "Yes, how many agents do you have who can make two million yuan a year?"
Mi Rui pushed his glasses, calmly and proudly nodded at Yu Shaotian with the curtain call gesture.
"..." Yu Shaotian thought to myself, my should really be torn.
The forty-fifth floor is very large, and restaurants, music, fitness, dance, various clubs and training centers can find traces here. Today ’s forty-fifth floor seems extraordinarily lively. When I got off the elevator and saw the crowd of people outside the elevator, Xiu Bo immediately turned around and put on an emergency mask. He couldn't hide an unexpected look at Mi Rui, Mi Rui shrugged, thumb One finger right at the music club. The club's public audition room was only brightly lit using transparent window windows, and staff were debugging equipment inside.
"There are a lot of members in this club, and the instructor is very helpful." Mi Rui listened to the discussion of the people next to him, and raised his eyebrows with some awareness. "Well? It is said that shareholder Mao Xiaorun also came today. No wonder, It is estimated that many people are not busy watching the class. Not everyone can go to his own studio. "
Duan Xiubo has no interest in this. The public audition device is a gimmick. The club occasionally asks students to show their faces in order to show their strength. It didn't appeal to him. Worried about being recognized, he pulled his mask and walked down more quickly. The music on the forty-fifth floor stopped slowly, and there were a few humming noises in the device, and even the soft female voice said with unfailing excitement: "Zhenser Music Studio live broadcast time, long time no see. Today Mao Xiaorun The teacher came here with proud students, and the audition effect in the background was just incredible. The public room, which has not been open for a long time, lights up again. Thank you Teacher Mao and Mr. Luo for agreeing to our invitation. Thank you. "
A moment later, a bright, warm and smiling voice sounded: "Originally I practiced in the backstage audition room. I did not expect to have the opportunity to enter the open room. Please bear with me if I can't sing well for a while."
Duan Xiubo's footsteps were suddenly stopped by this voice. The next step was to say nothing could be done, and he stood there stingingly.
Luoding?
He turned around and heard the shadowy cheering and screaming from the elevator entrance. He paused for a moment, then tightened his mask tightly and turned back.
"... Well?" Yu Shaotian stood inexplicably looking at his back, "Hey! Where are you going? The studio is ahead."
Duan Xiubo ignored him at all, took a few quick steps, and finally even started to run. Mi Rui quickly returned to catch up with God, and Yu Shaotian was silly for a while. He had no other choice but to keep up.
Luo Ding has forgotten how long he hasn't come into contact with such professional recording equipment. He just enjoyed singing in the backcourt just now. The noise-isolating headphones were still so big and heavy. He held the outer edge of the headphones as if he was back in those youthful years, pursuing music and being crazy.
He actually didn't want to enter this public room, but only had to compromise with the strong invitation of Mao Xiaorun as a shareholder. Since he accepted the invitation, he regarded it as a job. The point at the first audition is casual now Also converged, it is a serious attitude of dedication.
Although it was lively outside the window, at least he didn't think it was too many people.
The prelude to the music sounded, and he smiled at the crowd outside the window, putting himself on headphones.
The difference between good and bad sound is really obvious. The price ranges from a few hundred yuan to several million. Different equipments have a huge difference in their tolerance for voice. For the same song, the effect of the singer in the recording studio, the effect of live singing and the effect of singing in ktv are absolutely different.
The last time Luo Ding sang at Gongliangguang's banquet, he used ordinary equipment. Although it sounds amazing enough because of the excellent relationship between the sense of sound, but when he switched to the audition room, the previous effect immediately Be in seconds.
The youth's voice was bright and pure, and it had a sighing taste after being lowered. The true and false sounds changed without contradiction. In a moment, the commotion crowd outside the shop window was suppressed.
"I came, your city, the way you came ..."
He spoke softly, and the slow and sad melody flowed like a stream in the background. The song seemed to contain infinitely repressive emotions. Every word was spoken with a fluttering sound.
"Imagine how lonely you would be without me ..."
The entire forty-third floor is surrounded by this quiet atmosphere. It seems that we can really see a man with a bag walking on the street blankly, suppressing sadness and smiling. Luo Ding pressed his hands on the earphones, his eyes were closed, his brows frowned slightly, and his singing was serious and emotional. The handsome features became more and more incredible in the light of professional lights.
People staring at him dullly outside the window, then hurriedly pulled out their cell phones to open the video button to start shooting, but their attention was still mostly attracted by the singing. Fortunately, the people around them consciously quieted down, and the audio recorded while recording was not damaged by noise.
Slow songs are actually difficult to perform. There is no instant mobilization of the enthusiasm of the audience. Especially such backgrounds are only a little fierce than the sound of streams. 80% of songs are interpreted by the singer's voice. If you live in the ears of your listeners, the emotion you put into the song must be deep and intense. As long as the wrong beat and out-of-tune of a tone, or even a little tremor of the ending, is enough to make the performance of a performance greatly reduced.
Mao Xiaorun frowned and stood outside the door of the audition room, side by side with Gong Liangguang, his expression was not good-looking.
Gongliang sighed, struggling from the mood of the song, and asked him, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the singing? I think it's fine."
"No, he sings well." Mao Xiaorun shook his head, a little helpless, "It's because the singing is so good, the skills are incredible, I really don't know where to start to pick him. This album is produced I can't possibly participate. I can't figure out where else I can give him guidance. "
Gongliang widened his eyes in amazement: "It's impossible ... he's only twenty years old ..."
Mao Xiaorun frowned and stared tightly at the small window. The young people who could see the powerful aura from the back, smiled bitterly: "So, there is still something like genius in this world."
"Oh ~ wandering feeling ..." At the moment, He Guan and Ye Zhou didn't have the energy to comfort him. Since Luo Ding finished singing for the first time in the rear audition room, they both sat on the floor and started to write. Ye Zhou held his notebook in a mysterious manner and listened to Luo Ding's singing. He was drunk and usually held his head, and wrote quickly.
It's been a long time. It's been a long time since this inspiration erupted like a fountain. The way Luo Ding sings is really special, it will give people a feeling of being sucked into another world by singing. He's so good for lyrical music, not everyone has the ability to show sadness in sharp, short lyrics. The comfort of the soul and flesh makes people drowsy but reluctant to actually fall asleep. Ye Zhou feels that he may be able to write the songs for the next album for Luo Ding before the album begins to be produced.
In the window, Luo Ding has deposited all his emotions, and only the melody and words of the song are left in his mind.
For a long time, I did n’t see the ground. It was light like a sigh, and brought a faint crying voice, meaninglessly drifting away.
The music came to a halt, and the entire forty-fifth floor resumed the quietness before the singing began.
It was really quiet, including the sound of people talking. Luo Dingchang called, slowly took off the headset, and opened his eyes.
The entrance was at least twice as many people outside the window than before he sang. Everyone was staring at him with good eyes, and the clear tears on some faces could be discerned through the clean glass Luo Ding.
After three seconds of silence, many talents realized the end of the performance. They pressed the stop button of the shooting and immediately began to applaud.
Luo Ding smiled slightly, and did not show cowardly, bowed to the window before leaving.
The staff members went into the audition room to check and clean the instruments. After the vermilion curtain in the window was pulled up, everyone realized that there would be no second song, and they evacuated reluctantly.
However, the focus of most people is still very clear. They rush into the club and ask all the staff who can meet who the singer who is singing just now and inquire as much as possible. And a few people who have heard Luo Ding's name before then quickly started to Weibo, or took photos of their own scenes on the po or simply transmitted the video, while sighing to the people watching around. In the past, people who did not know each other became familiar after a few words, but they became a bridge of friendship.
As for Weibo, it has been muddled by the throwing of these new news, and the volume of audio and video retweets and topics are generally crazy. The words Luo Ding once again caused a new round of blood and rain.
Wu Fangyuan and Gu Yaxing, who had been waiting outside, did not return to God until Luo Ding walked in front of them. The two of them stood up with numb support, staring at Luo Ding with a look at the aliens.
Luo Ding is a singer and debuted in Yaxing Studio. They are undoubtedly the people who know Luo Ding's strength best. Although Luoding used to have fewer performance opportunities in the portfolio, even if he didn't care about it anymore, they would not be able to tell the difference between Luoding's current strength and the previous.
"... You ..." Wu Fangyuan's voice was a bit dry, and he didn't know how to word it. He just stuttered and said, "When are you ... like this ..."
"After dissolution." Luo Ding lowered his eyes, a faint smile on his face, his eyes were long and long, "I will not be reconciled."
Wu Fangyuan stared at his expression, feeling distressed at the sight. In the past, Luo Ding saw how good Su Shengbai was, and the other party's choice to kick him apart when he had the opportunity was too ruthless and ruthless. Yeah, Luo Ding is also a man with self-esteem. How could he not care? Thinking of the time when Luo Ding's emotional collapse kept increasing the amount of Prozac medicine, Wu Fangyuan clenched his fists. It turned out that he still honed his singing skills so secretly? My agent was so unqualified that he didn't even notice it, let alone give comfort.
Gu Yaxing on the side also understood something vaguely from this conversation, sighed, and patted Luo Ding's shoulder: "Don't worry, your future must be broader and farther than him. With today's achievements And you also want to thank him for his relentlessness. "
The doubts that still existed about his rapid advancement naturally disappeared at this moment. The self-esteem of a man is amazing, it is enough to prompt a person to make changes that he never imagined before. Combining the previous encounters with Luo Ding, he returned with a dazzling dazzling posture after a brief silence. This result is very inspirational and not impossible.
It's too easy to get people who are good at brain supplement. Luo Ding smiled, and set his eyes on He Guan and Ye Zhou, who were sitting on the ground and lying on the bench struggling with pens and books, and the looks of the two gods made him stunned.
Gongliang explained in an understanding manner: "Inspiration comes, artists are sometimes a little crazy. Your current state and strength is definitely more than enough to release the album, I support it. But I have an idea."
"What?" Luo Ding asked.
"The album's shooting cycle is too long. I think you might as well push an ep before shooting the album. You can either try the response of the market or lay a foundation for your popularity. After all, you have nothing in the domestic singer circle. Status, you ca n’t focus on overseas. You are right. "
"Ep?"
Luo Ding didn't hesitate much. Now he really hasn't made any waves in the mainstream. In addition, the recent schedule of this drama and that drama is too fast. Making a short album first is really the best choice.
Gu Yaxing had no objection to this, a group of people stood in the lobby of the club to complete the next work. After resolving the major issues in his mind, Luo Ding's long-suffered exhaustion and drowsiness finally came up, covering his forehead and wanting to say goodbye to everyone and find a place to rest.
Duan Xiubo was allowed to enter the club after verifying his identity. Only when he entered the hall, saw the young man leaning against the table in a drowsy face with a smile on his face.
"Luo Xiaoding, how can I see you wherever I go?" He took a little familiarity and closeness, stepped up and walked towards the other side, watching Yu Shaotian walking behind him slightly.
Luo Ding turned his head back in shock.
Duan Xiubo grabbed his lines, the ghosts are everywhere, it's obviously the other party!
The author has something to say: On the day, Lao Moyuan received a notification of duty on duty, and there was no time to correct it. In the afternoon, catch the worm, don't click it.
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