Recapture the Entertainment Industry

Four middle-aged men sitting in the studio chatting around a bunch of junkies.

With Kung Liang as the leader, he Guan, Mao Xiaorun and Ye Zhou can be counted as the most famous senior seniors in the industry. Though the stubborn man's appearance masked the artistic scent on them, they were merely so liberated in front of acquaintances.

“I'm sick of it.” Mao Xiaorun looked up and swept the ceiling, "I didn't like to come to the formal building, just practice my voice and go to my studio. Smoking and alcohol are forbidden here. This is forbidden. I really don't understand that there are people who can stay here to work every day. Isn't that like jail time? ”

“You think it's all you, I don't drink.” Why did you look at the watch, the foot with Jiro's leg shaking so hard, "hey, I said Hiro, when did you meet this kid? Last time I saw you at a party, you didn't hear anything. Why did you come out now? ”

“It was the last time we met at a party.” There's no way to tell Rodin how fast he's going, so, “Strength, he's really good. ”

“Cut." Everyone snorted at it. There is a lot of strength in the circle. People who have worked together have a measure of the individual abilities of individual stars in private. But the entertainment world is a very difficult place to start, and a lot of things, really, can't be masked with one word of strength.

The old men's mouth was no worse than that of the bitch, and the people in the circle knew too many headlines not to have recourse to the mouth. Starting with the ability to make a start, pull together a large group of artists and artists of all sizes who qualify for discussion.

I don't know who mentioned Cao Dingkun first, but by the time everyone came back to God, the subject was already related to this dead man.

“Alas, it's a shame.” Even Mao Xiaorun's expression with the least of his mouths is a bit of a pity, "said Cao Dingkun, I don't know what to say. It's a muscle, a muscle dying. ”

“Yeah, you set a goal and you do it hard, and you can't see anything but that goal in your eyes. That's how I used to sing. My brother entered the business early. He worked with him when he wasn't red. That's when you told me that it would be offensive for someone like that not to get mixed up. Twenty-four hours a day, 18 hours a day, dancing in the study room, not talking, eating three meals of hot vegetables with white water and protecting the voice. Look at the artists today. How many can control themselves? He was only in his twenties. ”

He Guan sighed: “He really doesn't have much room for progress in singing, but unfortunately he went to another TV movie halfway and delayed singing. ”

Ye Zhou inserted a sentence at this time: “If you don't stay here, you take the music industry too seriously. If Cao Dingkun really sings and dances all the time, that would be a shame. ”

A few people look at each other and their faces look a little less beautiful. This statement, though inaudible, is indeed true. The domestic music world has been going downhill, and the truly glorious period is too far away. Cao Dingkun's departure was indeed wise, and now the singing forum is more than just singing. The status quo in Port Taiwan is alright, there has been no particularly mature music market mechanism in the interior until the cold winter without spring. The neglect of art in quality education has led to the fact that there are not many singers in the market who can compete with foreign music. Singers also need to learn and grow, and it takes a long time for a person who doesn't even know how to read the five-line spectrum before coming out.

But piracy, Japanese and Korean style, Europe and America and this mountain descend from the sky. A significant proportion of the major group of album buyers in China aged 15 to 35 have been absorbed by the packaged advanced Korean stars in the past. Few people are willing to pay for a star's work, sell records to small singers, or make profits that do not reach the target value, which is a loss of money. In the past, the company has also tended to move artists towards a violent film and television circle, which has led to the fact that few companies go to folk to sing good seedlings, apart from show selection. The supply and demand markets are balanced, but not in a way that everyone is happy to see.

So Cao Dingkun's decision to cross circles in a timely fashion seems... really unwise.

The mood of the people was not flavorful, Mao Xiaorun had to shake his head: “You're right, he is already a top performer in the country. How can you not drive to the car? Alas...”

No one answered his question, at least many people in the entertainment industry felt incredible after the news of Cao Dingkun's death was confirmed. Cao Dingkun's external image and style are too good to be expected to take his life in such a strange way as a car accident.

Rodin stood outside the door with his hands still in a ready knock position. Gu Yaxing couldn't help but say, “What's wrong? ”

Rodin revealed a smile and tapped his hands gently: “Nothing. ”

Four men in the room instantly sat upright and restored their own serious external image: “Come in. ”

Rodin slowly opened the door and saw several people in the house who had spoken at the Gangliang banquet before. The smile on his face just happened to bring a little intimacy: “Good evening teacher, Teacher Mao, Teacher Ye, Teacher He. Sorry I'm late. ”

Mao Xiaorun can understand where the popularity of Luoding comes from. Stared by the kid's laughing clear eyes, then heard the clean name, saw too much darkness in the entertainment world, and they really had a hard time resisting this long-running spring breeze. Mao Xiaorun remembered that Rodin was holding a guitar and Pan Yiming sitting and singing at a broad banquet. Since the first meeting, the other five officials had not been removed from his mind for a moment. This is the problem of a person's identity. Artists can look ugly, but they can never look like people. Who would recognize a man who might not be able to find him in a pile of people all day?

However, this time he would agree to work with Gu Yaxing, not least because of his appearance and virtuous and widespread intimidation. He is a musician with an unparalleled sense of smell that is unique and sensitive to music. The song that Rodin sang at the Guangliang Banquet, from the first word to the end, was subtle to incredible. It's a plastic talent, and even if he's just a small, unnamed newcomer in the orchestra right now, he deserves a ride.

He Guan is an industry-renowned composer. He also formed a band that won national and international awards. Ye Zhou and he collaborated in writing the words. The two people are also a different kind of combination and are highly sought after in the music industry. Now they're basically doing it for the only heavenly singers left with fruit. It's hard to ask for a song.

Rodin really didn't expect Gu Yaxing to talk them out of the mountain, and immediately after seeing the public, he realized that it must be this pen.

“… So, shall we begin? ”

Ye Zhou was a man who could quickly get to work, and Rodin just sat down for a short while, and he first said, "There's never been a record before, has there? ”

“No.”

“Can you read the score? ”

“Yes.”

“Just fine.” Ye Zhoudao, “I also heard your song at the banquet that day. Your sound range is vast and the sound is accurate. Go to the practice room and pick a song and sing it carefully. Let Teacher Mao see if there are any shortcomings that need to be corrected. ”

* * * * *

Mirey's head was almost as tall as Duan Hubo's, but his legs were cut short. Duan Hubo stepped forward. He had to step faster in order to keep up. He followed behind with a pile of information, and he walked painfully.

But the good news is he's not the only one.

Yu Shaotian, chairman of Triumph Media, frowned and walked side by side with Duan Shubo. In order to maintain his elite image, his eyebrows frowned and his expression was serious, but his lips spilled in a whisper: “What if you slow down? ”

“Get used to it.” Duan Shubo slipped his hands into his pockets and smiled as he took the big step and still did his best. He wasn't really impatient to make contact with Yu Shaotian, but he was used to not rejecting anyone, and even if he didn't like it anymore, he still behaved with courtesy.

Yu Shaotian still hurried: “You almost got it, so you won't go home for many years, and you won't see how old Dad is. Forgive me if I have something to forgive. ”

“I didn't blame him. ”

“Yeah, you never said blame him. Who do you think you're stupid for?” Yu Shaotian saw that he was not talking and could only keep his mouth shut for one long sigh. He knew that the father was a bit cynical, that he followed his mother after his parents separated, and that he didn't know exactly what he had been through since he was a kid. When the brothers were little, they did not necessarily meet each other for a year. Emotions are not intimate. Yu Shaotian, who went into the entertainment business, also learned the news after the other party went red. The young man in his twenties slipped so much more than he could have, thinking of the history of his father, who had heard of him, that he sometimes had a subtle apology for his brother.

Duan Huebo always smiled and behaved mildly so that he couldn't see what was really going on in his mind. Yu Shaotian tried to get close to each other for a while, but eventually ended up without disease, and slowly let go of this unlikely task, just to see that the other side alone for so many years without a person worth relying on, always disappointed.

“I just don't want to go back to his fifteenth or sixteenth wedding.” Duan Shubo briefly and concisely blocked back everything the other party had not yet exported, and then asked Miley: “Where did Carmen say he was? ”

“Forty-fifth floor.” Mi sharply glanced at Yu Shaotian with a pale face and pushed his glasses to answer quickly. The first rule of the Qualified Broker and Assistant Code is never get involved in the boss's chores.

Yu Shaotian immediately asked: "Carmen? The director of Blade Warrior, Carmen Clovey? Doesn't the 45th floor make music? What's he doing there? ”

“There is also a martial arts club on the 45th floor, where the martial arts instructor amateur of Blade Warrior teaches, presumably because of his relationship.” Miley absorbs everything in the scope of her work so quickly that she never leaves any of her boss's problems open.

Yu Shaotian glanced at Mi Rui with appreciation: "You are a good agent. ”

Duanxiubo stretched out his hand and pressed the elevator key, “Yes, how many brokers do you have who can get two million a year? ”

Miley pushed her glasses and nodded calmly and proudly at Yushao Tian in a curtain gesture.

“…” Yu Shao Tianxin thought that my slut should be torn apart.

Large on the 45th floor, food, music, fitness, dance, clubs and training centers can find traces here. Today's forty-fifth floor seemed extra lively, just down the elevator saw the crowd outside the elevator Hubert immediately turned around with an emergency mask, he couldn't help but look at Miley, Miley shrugged her shoulders, and thumb fingered the music club on the right. The club only uses transparent windows as a shield in the open audition room, where staff are debugging equipment.

“The members of this club are big players, and the coaching teachers are big.” Miley listened to some of the people next to her, and some of them raised their eyebrows enlightenly, "huh? Said shareholder Mao Xiaorun also came today. No wonder a lot of people don't come to class to watch the noise. Not everyone can go to his own studio. ”

Duan Shubo is not very interested in this. Public auditions such as this kind of activity are supposed to be a trick. The club occasionally puts students up to show their faces in order to show their strength or something. It's not appealing to him. Worried of being recognized, he pulled his mask off and walked faster with his head down. The music on the 45th floor slowly stopped, making a few pounding noises in the device, even a gentle female voice with undying excitement said: “It's been a long time since the kiteser music studio aired live. Teacher Mao Xiaorun came here today with a proud attendant. The audition results just now were incredible. The public room, which had not been open for a long time, lit up again, and thank Teacher Mao and Mr. Luo for their willingness to accept our invitation. Thank you.”

A moment later, a bright and warm voice sounded with a smile: “I was practicing in the background audition room, I didn't expect to have the chance to enter the public room, please don't sing too well for a while. ”

Duan Huebo's footsteps were suddenly pulled by the sound, and the next step was to say nothing to walk away, and he stood there standing still.

Rodin?

He turned around and heard enough cheering and screaming from the shadow over the elevator door, pausing for a moment, suddenly tightening his mask and turning back towards him.

“... Alas?” Yu Shaotian somehow stood there and looked at his back, "Hello! Where are you going? The studio is just up ahead. ”

Duan Shubo ignored him at all. Take a few steps and even started running. Mi Rui quickly went back to God and chased him up. Yu Shaotian was stupid for a while. There was no other option but to follow him back as well.

Rodin has almost forgotten how long he hasn't had access to such a professional recording device. He enjoyed himself in the backfield, and the noise-insulated headphones were still so loud and heavy, he grabbed the outer edge of the headphones, like he was back in his youth, pursuing music and being crazy about it.

He didn't really want to go into this public room. He had to compromise only at the strong invitation of Mao Xiaorun as a shareholder. Since he accepted the invitation, he regarded it as a job. The random point at the first audition has now converged, and it is completely dedicated and serious.

Outside the window was lively, but at least he didn't see many people.

The music premiered and he smiled at the crowd outside the window, putting on his headset.

The difference between a good and a bad sound is really obvious, and the price ranges from a few hundred to a few million dollars, and the inclusiveness of the voice varies greatly from device to device. The same song, the effect of the singer coming out of the studio, the effect of the live performance and the effect of the performance on KTV, is absolutely different.

The last time Rodin sang at a public banquet, he used ordinary equipment. Although the excellent relationship between the sound senses sounded amazing enough to many people, when he switched to the audition room, the previous effects were instantly turned into slag.

The young man's voice was bright and pure, the smell of sighing after being depressed, the true and false sounds changed without contradiction, and suddenly the disturbed crowd outside the window was silenced.

“I came to your city, walked the way you came...”

He spoke softly, slowly and sadly melodies flowing as background streams, the singing seemed to contain infinitely repressive emotions, each word revealed with a throwing sound.

“Imagine how lonely you are without me...”

The entire forty-third floor was surrounded by this tranquil atmosphere, and it seemed like a man with a walking bag could really be seen walking blindly on the streets suppressing grief and smiling. Rodin pressed his hands against his headphones, his eyes closed, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and he sang with seriousness and emotion. The handsome five officials became more incredibly handsome under the illumination of professional lights.

The people outside the window stared at him, rushing to pull out their phones to open the tape keys and start shooting, but their attention was still mostly drawn to singing. Fortunately, the people around them were consciously quiet and the audio recorded at the same time was not damaged by the noise.

Slow songs are actually hard to interpret. There is no rhythm that can instantly mobilize the audience's enthusiasm. Especially if the background like this is just less intense than the sound of a stream, eighty percent of the songs are interpreted by the singer's voice. If you want to grasp the audience's ears, the emotions you put into the performance must be profound and tense. A misbeat and run-through, or even a little tremor at the end, is enough to reduce the infectivity of a performance.

Mao Xiaoyun frowned and stood outside the audition room door, side by side with Ming Liang, his expression didn't look good.

Gongliang sighed and struggled out of the song's context, asking him on the side: “What's wrong? What's wrong with singing? I feel good. ”

“No, he sang very well.” Mao Xiaorun shook his head, a little helpless, "just because he sang too well and was incredibly skilled, I really didn't know where to start picking on him. I probably can't get involved in this album anymore, and I can't figure out where else to coach him. ”

Gongliang widened his eyes in dismay: “Impossible... he's only in his twenties...”

Mao Xiaoyun frowned and stared closely at the young man with a powerful atmosphere in his back as he sang in the window. He laughed bitterly: "So, there are geniuses in the world. ”

“Oh ~ the feeling of fluttering...” He Guan and Ye Zhou did not have the energy to comfort him at this time. After Rodin sang for the first time in the post-audition room, they sat on the inspirational floor and began to create. Ye Zhou some gods nagged and listened to Rodin singing in his notebook ears. He was drunk and generally held his head and flew fast.

It's been a really long time since this inspiration broke out like a fountain. The way Rodin sings is really special and gives people the feeling of being sucked into another world by singing. He's too good for lyrical music, and not everyone has the ability to show grief in sharp, short lyrics. The smooth blending of spiritual flesh makes you sleepy but you can't really sleep. Ye Zhou feels that you can probably write the song for Rodin before the album begins to be made.

Rodin in the window has precipitated all his emotions, leaving only the melodies and words of the song in his mind.

The last sound, long gone, gently resembled a sigh, brought with it a hidden cry, not to be exhausted.

The music slowly stopped and the entire 45th floor was restored to the silence before the song began.

It's really quiet, including the voices that people talk about. Rodin made a long appeal, slowly removing his headset and opening his eyes.

The entrance was at least twice as crowded outside the window as before he sang, and everyone stared at him with a good eye, and through the clean glass Rodin was able to discern clear tear marks on some faces.

After three quiet seconds, many people realized the end of the show and pressed the stop button to start clapping like a blast.

Rodin smiled, not showing fright, and bowed out the window before leaving.

The staff began to inspect and clean the instrument in the audition room, and after the curtain in the red curtain of the window was pulled up, everyone realised that there would be no second song, so they reluctantly evacuated it.

But the focus was clear for most people, who poured into the club and asked all the staff they could meet who was singing and listened to each other as much as possible. A handful of people who had heard Rodin's name before quickly started tweeting, or simply transmitting their own live photos on the PO, while sighing at the people watching next to him, Koprodin's whereabouts. After a few words, people they did not know became familiar, but rather built bridges of friendship.

As for Weibo, it has been stirred up by the throw of these new messages, and audio and video transmissions and topics are generally starting to climb the heat. The words Rodin once again caused a new round of bloody rain.

Wu Fangyuan and Gu Yaxing, who had been waiting outside, did not return to God until Rodin walked in front of them. They stood up numbly, staring closely at Rodin with a gaze at the aliens.

Rodin is a singer and goes out in the studio of Ascension, and they are undoubtedly the ones who know Rodin's power best. Although there were previously fewer opportunities for Rodin to perform in the portfolio, they could not tell the difference between Rodin's current strengths and his past, even if they were no longer concerned.

“... you...” Wu Fangyuan's voice was a little dry, and he didn't know how to say it. He could only stutter and say, "When did you... so...”

“After the dissolution.” Rodin dropped his eyes, with a faint smile on his face, his eyes were deep and long, "I wouldn't like that either. ”

Wu Fangyuan stared at his expression and was distressed at the sight of the letter. Rodin used to be so good to Su Shengbai that he saw how ruthless the other party was when they had the chance to kick him off. Yeah, Rodin's a self-respecting man, too. How could he not care? Wu Fangyuan clenched his fist in anticipation of that Luoding emotional breakdown, which kept increasing the amount of time needed to solve the problem. So he practiced his singing in the dark? This agent really did something so unqualified that he didn't even notice, let alone give comfort.

Gu Yaxing next to him learned something from this conversation, sighed and slapped Rodin on the shoulder: “Don't get carried away, your future must be bigger and bigger than his. With today's results, you also want to thank him for his ruthlessness. ”

Natural ash flies away at a moment of lingering suspicion about his sudden surge in strength. The self-esteem of a man is amazing enough to motivate a person to make a change he has never expected before. Combined with what Rodin had previously encountered, the result was inspiring, not impossible, to return in a brilliant manner after a brief silence.

It's too easy to deal with people who are good at brain-filling. Luo Ding smiled and glanced at He Guan and Ye Zhou, who were sitting on the floor on a bench and struggling with their books. The way the two gods were nagging, he stunned him.

"Inspired, artists sometimes go a little crazy. Your current state and strength is absolutely more than enough for the album, and I support it. But I have a vision. ”

“What?” asked Rodin.

“The duration of the album is too long, I think you should push an EP before shooting the album, either try the market response or lay a popular foundation for yourself. After all, you don't have much place in the domestic singer circle, and you can't look overseas. You're right. ”

“EP?”

Rodin didn't hesitate much. Now that he hasn't really turned up any waves in the mainstream, and the recent schedule of that play is too hasty, shooting a short album is really the best option.

Gu Yaxing had no objection to this, and a group of people stood in the lobby of the club to complete the work ahead. After resolving the big deal, Rodin suppressed a lot of tiredness and tiredness finally poured up, covering his forehead to want to say goodbye to the people and find a place to rest.

After checking his identity, Duan Shubo was allowed to enter the club before walking into the lobby and seeing the young man standing at the table with a tired face and a smile on his face.

“Luo Xiaoding, how can I see you anywhere?” His attitude brought a little familiarity and closeness, and he stepped up towards the other side and walked slightly behind him.

Rodin turned back to surprise.

Duan Huebo robbed his lines. The spirits are not scattered everywhere. He's obviously right!

Day, Labor Model Circle was temporarily notified of duty. There was no time to change. Catch worms in the afternoon, let alone fake them.

Happy Labor Day to everyone (≥ ≤ *) no "

After catching the bug, what, the lyrics appeared in the text is "Long time no see" by Chen Yixun. It's very soothing music. You can listen to it if you like.

Plus, EP means a little album, only one or two songs on a disc, the short one.