Feng Lin asked the studio owner to call out the recording that he had just passed and listened to the replay with his monitor headphones.

The recording studio effect is indeed very different from the usual recording with mobile phones. There are several times when I listen to the playback on the mobile phone recording. Now, when I listen to it in the recording studio, there are still many flaws. Some of the sounds are not sure about, and I don’t think anything is heard in the recording studio. Once I zoom in in, it will be very obvious.

"Boss, let's do it again." Feng Lin put down the monitor headphones and said to the studio owner. He didn't dare to expect the studio owner to help him point out the problem. He said that the effect of recording the same thing just now was perfect. He hoped that he would be done.

"Ah, OK, then do it again." The studio owner naturally had no objection.

In fact, the boss really doesn't mean to be perfunctory Feng Lin. He does feel that the one he just happened was perfect. He is just a studio owner. Although he had played music for a while when he was young, he was not professional after all, and his level was not very high. The level of recording people here is that, and only Feng Lin is rare. Ninety-nine percent of the people who ended up not as effective as Feng Lin's one just now. There are many people who can barely listen to it by relying on the later stages of the music. So he didn't think there was anything wrong with Feng Lin's singing just now.

Feng Lin stood in front of the microphone again, closed his eyes and recalled the recording just now in his mind, positioning the flaws.

He made an OK gesture to the boss outside the recording studio, and Feng Lin stood quietly in front of the microphone, waiting for the prelude to appear.

"How is he singing? Isn't he so bad?" A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old came down from the upper floor and walked to the door of the recording studio to ask the boss.

This girl is the daughter who was caught up by her boss to take off her makeup and change her clothes.

At this time, the girl's face was clean and refreshing, giving people a pure and beautiful feeling, and there was no trace of the dark makeup just now. She also changed her clothes, wearing a white shirt with lace embroidered on the upper body, and wearing a pair of blue denim shorts on the lower body, dressed as a beautiful girl next door.

The studio owner didn't hear the girl talking. He was wearing monitor headphones and listening to the singing inside while watching the lyrics in his hand.

The girl curled her lips, walked over and picked up another monitor headphone and started listening.

She grew up in this recording studio and played a lot of equipment in the recording studio. Sometimes the boss was too busy, and she was helping. Not only was she just recording, but she also completed some sound editing work.

Because she has been exposed to many singers, she is very dissatisfied with many singers. Some singers may not be able to hear the songs posted online, but she can hear the traces of sound editing as soon as she hears them, so she doesn't look down on these singers in her heart. She feels that way, maybe she is not as good as herself.

She had no expectations for Feng Lin, so she asked him if he was singing too badly.

As a result, as soon as she put on her headphones, Feng Lin gave her a surprise.

When she heard it, Feng Lin's singing had already entered the second section. It was not as bad as she thought it was, but it was surprisingly good. Not only did the song sound good, but it was also very good. As soon as she put on her headphones, she was instantly caught.

This is the effect directly produced by the recording studio, and it has not been revised at all. It is really hard to imagine that this person can sing so well.

At this time, Feng Lin had finished singing and walked out.

He asked habitually: "How is it?"

"It's perfect." The studio owner gave a thumbs up and praised it, and then added, "It's more perfect than the last time."

Feng Lin really wanted to cover his face. It seemed that asking the studio owner was not a wise choice. It seemed that he would only say "perfect". If it was better than the last time, it would be more perfect than the last time.

"What do you think?" Feng Lin looked at the girl who had taken off her headphones.

"Sing well." The girl looked at Feng Lin with bright eyes, paused and added: "Better than me."

Feng Lin was speechless. You two are indeed a father and daughter. I want to ask you any questions, not to hear the praise.

It seems that I have to do it myself. Oh, who has made me not have a good music producer? Not to mention good ones, I don’t even have a music producer, I can only rely on myself.

Feng Lin put on his headphones and asked the boss to call out the one he had just recorded.

Feng Lin frowned and finished listening. After listening, he tried his best to adjust the problems that occurred in the previous episode, but he still felt that it was a bit unsatisfactory.

This is not a problem with the recording equipment. It is entirely because the details of my singing have not been handled properly, and some of the sounds seem a bit too loud.

"Do it again." Feng Lin walked into the recording studio again.

The studio owner looked at his daughter. Obviously, they all felt that the whole thing just now was perfect, but Feng Lin was still unsatisfied.

Feng Lin started over and over again, and had already determined the way to handle the songs when he was at home. Now it was just a fine-tuning caused by the equipment running-in. When the seventh time was recorded, Feng Lin had already solved the problem.

"Okay, do it again, this time it's really coming." Feng Lin said to the studio owner after listening to the seventh replay.

The studio owner was a little numb. In fact, he thought he could pass it for the first time, but Feng Lin insisted on recording it six times. Now he has been the eighth time, so what is the truth?

The studio owner was a little numb, but his daughter's eyes were getting brighter and brighter. She seemed to have discovered a real singer. Yes, this is the real singer in her mind. She can't tolerate any flaws in her heart, not those outside who sing entirely on the post-production music.

She knows more about music than her father, and she listens to several versions recorded by Feng Lin. Every time she listens to the next version, she will find that the previous version that she felt perfect does have room for improvement in some detail. Seven times in a row, she feels like she is about to become the fan of that guy in the recording studio.

She is not obsessed with the so-called young and handsome guys on the Internet, but she feels very angry. She likes music and musicians with personality and attitudes, so she dresses up in a dark style and forms a band with people to show herself and express her attitude. Now, she feels that she is going to be impressed by the person in the recording studio, and she thinks this is a real musician.

Feng Lin re-entered the recording studio, closed his eyes and stood in front of the microphone. The time for closing his eyes this time was longer than the past few times, and he needed to brew emotions.

Singing, why is singing called singing, and the performance is still in front of singing?

Singing, singing, so the name means turning oneself into a character in a song, substituting one's emotions into the song, and interpreting the stories and emotions that the song wants to tell and express through singing.

Feng Lin was perfecting the singing techniques in the first seven times, and he didn't invest much emotion when singing. The most harmful thing to the seven emotions is not that he doesn't want to sing with all his emotions, but that he can't do it. Singing a song with all his emotions is a very tiring thing. What is consumed here is not only physical strength, but more importantly, mental strength. Therefore, it can be performed with all his emotions, either one or two but not three.

This time, as he said before entering the recording studio, it was really coming.

I feel exhausted since you left

White tung oil flying in the wind

This season of falling flowers are like people have feelings

The wind blows by the river hard

Flirting with tears of people for no reason

Such strong love can never be given

Sad night and night

...

The low and magnetic singing voice was transmitted to the ears of the studio owner and his daughter outside through the headphones. It still had the same tone and singing style, but it seemed that there was something more in the ears, making their emotions fluctuate with the singing in the headphones.

Feng Lin's singing, through his singing, makes people feel that he can touch his sadness and loneliness, and makes people can't help but want to touch him and comfort him.

As the singing deepened, the girl's eyes turned red, and tears fell along the corners of her eyes on her beautiful face.

Feng Lin didn't think much about it. He just followed his heart to sing and released his emotions.

He is a lonely person, separated from his relatives, friends, and beloved girl. In this new world, he is like a lonely geese, a butterfly who has lost his other half. Everything that was once familiar has gone far away from him. The past can only be turned into memories. No one tells the loneliness and loneliness in his heart, and no one sees the desolate sandbank in his heart. When the night is quiet, he can only press the strings alone and express his endless thoughts.

"Lonely Sands Cold" is one of Xiaogang's representative works in his previous life. It once resounded through the streets and alleys and major audio and video stores. For a while, no matter where you go, you can hear this song.

This song describes the longing of lovers after breaking up, and uses a variety of symbolic things to express the feeling of loneliness and loneliness.

This is a song that Feng Lin liked very much in his previous life. Now after traveling through time, he has a deeper understanding of this song. He is not breaking up with his lover, but is separated from another world by life and death. The kind of worry and longing are real feelings.

After singing it once, Feng Lin closed his eyes and took a while to calm down his emotions and let himself come out of this song.

Before he could speak out, the studio owner gave him a thumbs up and said, "Awesome".

The boss's daughter's eyes were still red. She looked at Feng Lin quietly, trying to say something, but she didn't say it in the end.

Feng Lin put on his headphones and asked the boss to turn the recording out.

He tried his best this time, and he felt very good when singing. If he recorded it for the second time, he would not be sure to be in this time.

Feng Lin listened in full, and when he heard the sentence "When a happy lover sends red to share joy", his brows frowned slightly.

Because this sentence is too strong when singing, it is a little unstoppable when singing the word "dang", and a little good sound appears.

Feng Lin hesitated for a moment, but in the end he did not ask for a re-record.

When strong emotions are substituted, the skills will become difficult to control. Even if Feng Lin is recorded again, it is impossible to guarantee that he can do better than this one. To avoid this situation, you can only practice constantly to make the skills and singing methods of this song become your own muscle memory, and then substitute your emotions.

This is obviously not something that can be solved in a short period of time.
Chapter completed!