"Oh, he sang this rock song by himself. It turns out that the part they rehearsed was just a smoke bomb. The intro of this song is really good and catchy... Yan Qinghu Mai's voice is also quite penetrating..."
Gentle and polite, Yuan Yuqiu mingled with the researchers who voluntarily stayed, and they casually exchanged ideas about the second song during the performance.
…
On the LCD TV screen, the camera showed a close-up of Yan Qing behind the drum set. He was still wearing a solid-color hooded sweatshirt. He was in a very relaxed state. He did not play with the drumsticks in his hands, but kept a relatively fixed beat.
Beat.
Accompanied by the heavy vibrato sound of the electric guitar played by the voice-over Weng Huai Jing, neither fast nor slow, with precise clicks, Yan Qing was just right close to the condenser microphone in front of the drum set and opened her voice.
His delicate and soft bass gurgled out from the speakers:
"Maybe there are too many things I don't understand.
maybe it's my fault
Maybe everything has been slowly missed
Maybe there’s no need to say it anymore』
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"Mr. Yuan, this person is so prolific. He can produce several high-quality songs every week..."
Li Shumin tried his best to lower his sharp voice: "Can we seize this point and do something about it..."
"Teacher Li, please tell me?"
Yuan Yuqiu pretended to listen carefully.
Looking at Han Shuhui, Li Shumin seemed to have thought of something. He pulled up a short, fat middle-aged man and introduced him to Yuan Yushu:
"Mr. Yuan, let me introduce to you, Zhang Jiaxun, who previously served as a senior music editor at Migu Music App, just joined our team on Tuesday. He came up with this idea."
Yuan Yuqiu stood up and stretched out his hand to Zhang Jiaxun: "Teacher Zhang, Pantech is really hungry for professionals like you."
Zhang Jiaxun hurriedly stepped forward and held Yuan Yuqiu's hand.
Before he could say anything polite, Yuan Yuqiu directly asked the question Li Shumin mentioned.
"I have systematically studied...no, criticized the songs released by the target. They have different styles and a wide range of styles: guava, pop, rap, jazz, rhythm and blues, pop rock..."
Zhang Jiaxun loosened his hand knowingly, and retreated outside the TV screen to continue his analysis: "There are not many such versatile players in the Chinese music world... but the quality of their works is mostly uneven..."
"He is just an actor. What Jiaxun means is that we can guide public opinion..."
Seeing that Zhang Jiaxun was going to make a long speech, Li Shumin went straight to the point and revealed the new idea that had just emerged here: "For example... is it possible for the program team to hire a gunman..."
After a few sneers, Han Shuhui said something sarcastic from the sidelines: "In Target's previous musical "If", he was responsible for all the adaptation work of 14 song excerpts."
Yoon Eun-hye also boldly commented: "If you can write works like "Ambiguous" and "Red Rose", why should you be a gunman for others?"
"Professionals understand, but that doesn't mean that the audience understands..."
Li Shu was sharp-tongued and said: "That's why I said that guiding public opinion is better than the pink editing led by some people."
"It's time to get off work. Everyone's enthusiasm for work is a bit too high..."
Seeing that the two sides were tense again, Yuan Yuqiu jokingly advised: "I don't care about the specific performance appraisal of the project team. If you want to increase your salary, remember to report to Academician Cui."
Yuan Yuqiu's witty words made the atmosphere in the conference room happy again.
"Having a sense of humor is also an indispensable condition for a good man!"
Yin Eunhui peered at the handsome side face, and with her peripheral vision, she glanced at Yuan Yuqiu's mobile phone screen and saw the blond Helen in the background of the Weiyan chat. She lowered her head in shame.
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imperial capital mao livehouse
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"Just remember the promise you and I made to each other
impulse again and again
don't break my heart
gentle again
I don’t want to see your silence
waiting alone
suffer in silence
Joy always appears in my dreams"
After the bass and alto of the main song, Yan Qing's voice suddenly became high-pitched and clear when entering the chorus.
As the song entered the interlude, the manager Mao Zhiyuan held up the microphone and wine glass and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Is this song dry enough?"
The response from the crowd in the bar was: "It's so boring!"
Mao Zhiyuan moved his face and continued to shout: "This glass of wine is mine, respect Chinese rock!"
"Rock 'n' roll will never die!"
“Well done Damao!”
"Respect Yan Qing!"
"Honor Damao!"
At this moment, the already lively atmosphere in the livehouse almost reached its peak.
From the excitement of the rock youth to the laughter of the middle school youth, the transition only took a few seconds.
“Here’s to Mao Zhiyuan, the best bassist in the entire imperial capital!”
Walking closer to Mao Zhiyuan's microphone, Lu Lu said something sharp, causing the whole Mao's demeanor to change immediately.
"Hahahahahahahaha!"
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JW Marriott Hotel Royal Capital Guangdong
Room 829, VIP Building
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"Actually, this pop rock song is quite difficult to control...the vocal range is very wide!"
Looking longingly at Yan Qing on the TV screen, who was also able to perform the high notes with ease, Meng Yan marveled: "Starting from the bass of C, the highest note should be high C, which is c3..."
Yuan Yuyue nodded happily and agreed: "Yes, this is the upper limit of the high pitch of a lyric tenor in opera."
Both of them are engaged in the classical music industry and have collaborated with many singers. It seems that the points discussed in variety shows will be relatively professional.
"Yan Qing is worthy of being a man who has performed in "If" thirty-six times and won the Chinese Drama Pier (Two Degrees of Plum) with his musical..."
No longer trying to flatter her, Meng Yan sighed sincerely: "Apart from the outstanding popularity of this song, this voice alone is amazing."
"He controls his breath very well, and the textures in each range are very recognizable. The bass is delicate and magnetic; the midrange is clear and clean; the treble is high and clear..."
Yuan Yuyue murmured in a low voice: "Yan'er...his voice is like a masterpiece-level instrument."
After sighing, Yuan Yuyue suddenly looked at Meng Yan. She was full of doubts: "How come you suddenly know him so well? "If" has toured thirty-six times across the country. Do you know this?"
With bright eyes flashing, Meng Yan reacted quickly. In the blink of an eye, she covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Sister Yue'er, you are nagging in my ears every day, so I paid more attention to him. Yan Qing is indeed very good."
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Yuan Yuyue threw Meng Yan down, and she yelled: "I can't be like what you said!"
The two of them started making noise on the large sofa in the garden suite.
"Hey, why didn't the band get off the stage? Weng Huaijing returned to the microphone again..."
With a red face, Meng Yan struggled to poke her head out from Yuan Yuyue's clutches, narrowing her eyes and said.
"What, what, is there an encore? I thought the performance was over."
After releasing her grip on Meng Yan, Yuan Yuyue hurriedly turned around, sat upright on the sofa again, and continued to watch TV.