MTL - I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood-Chapter 38

An Yinong gave up the theme of 'poetic life', which he had been pondering for two days, and chose the very difficult to express 'no tomorrow'. Both the guests and the staff were a little surprised.

No, it should be called shock, incomprehension.

The song he wrote before is quite complete, and the pure music version can even be said to be excellent.

The arranger was even more regretful than the creator himself when he heard that the song was going to be changed. He confirmed again and again: "Do you really want to change the song? There is only one day left until the final performance, you are sure to change the song. theme?"

"OK."

"Is he crazy?" Zhang Ruojun didn't understand.

This theme is very difficult to create, and it is the most difficult to grasp of the three themes. What's more, there are only a few more hours in a day. In such a short time, he has to make a complete song and song, and he has to run in with the band, and finally he has to perform it on the stage completely...

There is no time!

No matter what others guess or think, An Yinong did not change his decision. He shut himself in the karaoke room, didn't eat dinner, and immersed himself in recomposing music, rewriting lyrics, and perfecting the inadequacies over and over again.

"...Life is like a delivery, and it doesn't miss tea, soup, and good weather." Thinking of the past, An Yinong suddenly stopped writing.

"What is the host laughing at?"

"Remember that suicide note."

"What suicide note?" The system asked strangely, "Host, do you want to write a suicide note?"

An Yinong shook his head: "It's not now, it's in the past. After three pages of rambles, in the end it was a thousand thoughts and reluctance. I will die if I die, and my teacher has no children. Female, she is not too young, how can he bear it when the white-haired person sends the black-haired person? So he doesn't want to die anymore."

"Tao Ran's wrist was marked by a blade. If he succeeded at that time, the autopsy report would probably say 'suicide'. No autopsy report would say: This man died of mental stress Too big and die by fate strangled by the throat.

"If anyone in this world could see through the truth, they would know that it was not suicide, it was murder."

He lowered his head and wrote stroke by stroke: "Zhao Ze, and those rotten people in the name of love, have been committing murders, but those who have been murdered have to stay behind. "

Recalling the past, and thinking about the present, many inspirations poured into my mind. The despair and pain he had also had in the past were all condensed into ink on the tip of a pen.

Writing songs is also very fast when a person has the desire to talk. At nine o'clock in the evening, he had initially completed the new song.

"Can the teacher help me take a look?" An Yinong found the arranger teacher. How to use the characteristics of different instruments to set off the music in order to achieve the best effect, still have to find an arranger teacher.

The arranger teacher was already going to sleep, and now he brought tea to the singing room with him: "Sing it briefly, I'll listen."

Annon stood there and sang the song again.

The expression of the arranger teacher changed from calm to stunned: "You really did this in three hours? I have no other meaning, just want to say...it's good!"

"I thought the previous "Hometown in Dreams" was amazing enough, and I was still angry at you for changing the song temporarily. No, it was me who was stupid." He picked up the sheet music, "This is not a show It's a skillful piece, but its difficulty is not low. The singing skills are a little worse, and it's not worthy of its words. How can you write such a song at such a young age? It seems that the life of the last year has had a huge impact on you. of."

An Yinong just laughed, what affected him was not one year, but nearly ten years, a silent world without any hope.

"Without the last two verses, the entire tone of the song would be sullen and hopeless. But it is this deep darkness that accentuates the intensity of the last hope."

"Have you thought about which instrument to use?" asked the arranger teacher.

"Guitar." Anon replied.

An Yinong thought that the arranger teacher would object, but he nodded with a smile: "This song doesn't need too loud background music, it just so happens that you can also play the guitar, so that's good , will not overwhelm the guest.”

An Yinong also laughed, the theme changed temporarily, and he was under great pressure. But isn't that what songwriting is like? It's emotional and emotional.

The time is quickly pulled to the third day. After a short run-in, all the guests are already familiar with their songs and are ready to sing on the stage.

They packed their luggage, then got into the car of the program crew, and swayed towards the TV studio with the waves of the manor staff.

In fact, their show was ready to be broadcast on TV at this time.

When the first half of the recording is over, they will officially take the stage. At that time, it will be a complete live broadcast.

An Yinong closed his eyes and rested in the car, Zhang Ruojun was still familiar with the songs, and the three resident guests were making the final preparations.

The working group at the front was remotely commanding the staff to clean up the scene and arrange for the audience to enter the venue. After the guests arrived, there was only half an hour of makeup time, and the time was very tight.

"Director," the assistant director of the studio reported to the chief director in embarrassment, "suddenly there are many more young audiences in the audience, and they all seem to be fans of Zhang Ruojun."

"What's the matter? Isn't the audience randomly selected from all age groups?" The director-in-chief frowned, and suddenly a group of young audience members, all of whom were Zhang Ruojun fans, knew something was wrong. However, the live broadcast will start soon, and it is unrealistic to change people at this time, and it will also cause riots.

"Someone moved these places."

The blue veins on the forehead of the chief director jumped: "If this show is cancelled, they will be happy." He took a deep breath and asked: "How many of these people are?"

"About a third."

This really scratches his bottom line. One-third of the guest fans are exactly the maximum number the director can endure.

"Fortunately, our variety show mainly depends on the judges' ratings, and the back shots are less for the audience."

"Okay."

The car quickly arrived at the studio parking lot.

"Quick, quick."

Most of these artists bring their own assistants and managers, and at worst there is an assistant to follow. As soon as the car door opened, the guests were surrounded by their assistants in the backstage, and only An Yinong dragged the suitcase calmly.

When he walked slowly into the dressing room, all three positions were filled, An Yinong needed to wait for a while.

He didn't care too much: "I won't wear makeup anymore, the theme today is not suitable."

Today, he kept his emotions in a depressed state. These gray and painful emotions have been suppressed all the time, and the best place to vent and speak is when you really sing. So he had reservations in the previous auditions.

An Yinong's lifeless look made Zhang Ruojun's manager look boring, so he pouted.

"Ruojun, how do you feel?" The agent made a pun, and he was a little scared outside for the past three days, for fear that their cheating would be discovered by the program team.

"Very good." Zhang Ruojun nodded. His songs and lyrics are all written by professionals. Although the time is too short to write handed down works, there is no problem with passing.

"Is it because I couldn't create a qualified song, so I gave up my despair completely?" The agent guessed in his heart.

When the guests were preparing, the audience was entering the venue one by one.

In the separate VIP channel, Tang Yu stepped in slowly, his suit was straight, with a delicate rose on his chest, with a smile on his face, solemnly seemed to be participating in his own wedding.

At the end of the corridor, Zhao Ze, who was dressed in black, also walked in. His steps were fast and hurried, like a bullet. The expression was also a little different. It didn't look like he was here to listen to a song, but rather like he was going to hunt.

The two met just around the corner.

Zhao Ze looked at Tang Yu: It was this man who pryed his corner and let his bird run away.

"It's you, I've heard the name for a long time, Master Lu. Oh, no, it should be called Mr. Tang." Zhao Ze tidied up his cuffs, with a smile on his face, "Mr. Tang is a good way, Good forbearance, admirable."

Tang Yu made a strong debut a while ago in an unpredictable manner, quickly swallowing up a few pieces of the highest quality fresh meat from the 'Huanyu Group', directly attracting the attention of several local groups.

Zhao Ze wanted to repeat the old tricks to cause some trouble for his company, but he didn't expect that this person had a patent for clean energy and was planning to start production locally.

"Mr. Zhao, a busy person who manages all kinds of things every day. I heard that the projects invested recently have made money?" Tang Yu's face showed a false and polite smile, "So busy, why do you still have time to watch Variety show?"

"Where is Mr. Tang busy? After the Huanyu Group declared bankruptcy, Mr. Tang ate the biggest meat. Who in the industry doesn't praise the saying 'Tiger father has no dog'? Why, Mr. Tang is not busy Expand the territory and stabilize your pace, come here to listen to songs?" Zhao Ze also satirized him.

Tang Yu's smile became even brighter: "He invited me to come, no matter how busy he is. I would like to thank Mr. Zhao for his adult beauty." ?

Zhao Ze was heartbroken by his smile, and remembered the scene of An Yinong walking away in his car, his smile could hardly be maintained.

"It's too early to say thank you, if it doesn't work in the future, Mr. Tang will be embarrassed."

"Whether it's successful or not, it depends on the heart and the sincerity. Eating in the bowl and looking at the pot, it will definitely not work." Tang Yu smiled contemptuously and stepped into the VIP channel.

Zhao Ze's expression was almost distorted when he saw his proud look.

In fact, Tang Yu's heart was not as confident as he showed, An Yinong did not invite him, nor did he look at it differently.

He was just his current boss, or barely a friend, no more.

Tang Yu didn't say anything about his secret help, even though he despicably thought countless times that he could take advantage of it.

I don't feel like a businessman by doing things again and again without return.

Afraid of being too far to lose his trace, afraid of being too close to lose yourself, uneasy, apprehensive, anticipation, fear, bitterness and sweetness intertwined.

During these days, Tang Yu had tasted the lovesickness that she had not experienced in the past twenty years.

"If only love were as simple as business."

When VIP users are seated, the general audience is also seated.

Amidst the crowd, Tao Ran, wearing a black hat and mask, with his head down, walked into this not-so-small studio along the flow of people, and sat down at the farthest corner. The agent sat next to him.

Tao Ran looked up at the stage, he was very thin, his face was pale, only there was still a little light in his eyes.