"Everyone should be aware that it's 7 minutes after 9 o'clock. Let's break up. The recording will officially start at 9:30."
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On Saturday, Yan Qing led the three girls Miao Miao, Zhang Yameng, and Li Hanyuan into the "office building". It happened that the pre-production meeting of the program team had just ended, and they only had time to hear Liu Mingren's last words from the director's microphone speaker.
With a sincere and warm smile, Yan Qing greeted the scattered staff familiarly. Being delicate and sensitive, he could clearly feel that something was wrong with everyone's eyes.
"What does it mean to be aware of it and mix depressing gossip with silent encouragement? Are you just playing love-building games with me?"
In fact, the time he entered was just right, and he missed Liu Mingren's previous words, which caused the whole audience to burst into laughter, and did not make the scene awkward:
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"In addition... I would like to emphasize the filming discipline one last time. Teacher Yan Qing and Professor Weng are both very thin-skinned... What happened yesterday will not be an exception! Don't let the two of them delay their business because of eating melons!"
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"Lao Zhang is going to go directly to the broadcasting station to practice? Okay..."
Yan Qing looked around, and Zhang Yameng immediately sat down on the newly built director's desk. She chatted animatedly with Liu Mingren and several executive directors, and fiddled with the equipment from time to time. It looked like she was planning for a week later.
Prepare for live broadcast work.
"Lao Zhang has been preparing for a long time...who made you not be at home!"
Duanduan was sitting in the rest area. Miao Miao took out a book from her handbag and took reading notes seriously. She gave Yan Qing a lukewarm reply.
"Um...Mr. Miao has changed a bit recently, and he's a bit like Shao Qing when it comes to quarreling with people!"
With a slightly embarrassed expression, Yan Qing calmly glanced at Miao Miao's new handbag, a white checkerboard-style Lu brand neverfull. The book in her hand seemed to be a social science book about evolution.
""The Origin of Species", Darwin, isn't it an undergraduate course on self-study in brokerage management?"
Confused, Yan Qing greeted Miao Miao and Li Hanyuan who were discussing in low voices and walked to the stage: "Xiao Miao, I'm going to debug the equipment first. You and Yuan'er can study here!"
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Tan Sen complained: "The recording of every rehearsal went very smoothly, and it was difficult to find any coordination mistakes."
Zhao Mu responded: "That's right, I just want to secretly observe whether Professor Weng and Brother Qing interact."
Bao Hang gossiped: "Didn't you notice that the drummer changed today, a girl with two ponytails!"
Mo Ran's explanation: "I've been in the audience since the last issue, okay? I'm related to the boss of Mao Livehouse."
Lou Junwei sang in a low voice: "Look at other people, Brother Qing's progress makes people really anxious!"
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After six sessions of recording, Yan Qing had already become accustomed to the noise at the recording site. He walked through the crowd and walked onto the stage without squinting, filtering the small chatter of the working people in his ears.
"What's going on? I feel like everyone is secretly cheering me on. Bing Bing Bing hasn't come yet, but Damao has already arrived. Tsk, I really only brought Lu Lu here today."
"Brother Qing, here we come!"
Seeing Yan Qing on stage, Lu Lu stood up from behind the drum set and waved her drumsticks at him happily and excitedly.
"Da Mao! Good morning~"
After nodding and greeting Mao Zhiyuan, Yan Qing also waved in response: "Good morning, Lu Lu?"
"I've memorized the drum scores. Brother Qing, don't worry, I will definitely perform well."
In her excitement, Lu Lu continued with some regret: "It's a pity that it's not rock and roll today. That song "don't break my heart" is really popular in the circle!"
"Actually... I also want to see Wen Bong with a smile on his face again!"
With a panic in his heart, Yan Qing looked back at the hall. Weng Huaijing still hadn't arrived yet. He kept a distance and replied casually: "There will definitely be a chance in the future."
"Really? I'm looking forward to it so much..."
With her twin ponytails swaying, Lu Lu immediately became excited. She bowed excitedly: "Thank you, Brother Qing, for giving me the opportunity!"
Yan Qing glanced at Mao Zhiyuan, who took the initiative to pick up the bass from the instrument stand. Mao Zhiyuan was silently installing the bass pedal like a little wife. He smiled and waved his hand: "I know the drum music by heart. It's the same as anyone else. In fact, you should thank me."
Damao."
A string of deep bass sounds sounded, and Mao Zhiyuan made preparations. He put his hands on his hips and responded feebly: "No, my aunt can just stop tossing me less."
"Are you so fast, or am I too naive and thinking wrongly?"
Yan Qing's eyes wandered between Mao Zhiyuan and Lu Lu.
"Isn't it just to feed you a few bottles of Niuer?"
Her cheeks were slightly red, and Mao Zhiyuan's vague words made Lu Lu a little anxious. After explaining, she looked disgusted: "You play bass, you'd better not talk when we are the drummer."
"Oh, okay, drummer exchange, Sister Lu, you don't want to give Brother Qing a break."
Smiling at Yan Qing, Mao Zhiyuan chose what he wanted.
"Come here, bassist, watch and learn."
Not having stage fright at all, and with plenty of time, Lu Lu sat down leisurely, adjusted her position a few times, then raised her head and looked at Yan Qing like a treasure, she said with high spirits: "Brother Qing,
I'm starting."
In response to Mao Zhiyuan's look, Yan Qing nodded: "Please start your performance!"
"~A series of passionate and continuous snare drum sounds~"
Lu Lu's left hand struck the snare drum skin with varying rhythms using the standard wrist-clasp style, and the drumstick stick of her right hand struck rhythmically to maintain the beat. Her left foot skillfully placed the hi-hat and struck steadily in the air.
Just by glancing at Yan Qing, you can see that Lu Lu's basic jazz drum skills are very solid, and she has a very good grasp of the most important rhythm of the drummer.
This drum solo starts with a distinctly layered snare drum. After a natural transition to the tom drum, it begins to be interspersed with some light sounds hitting the tom frame, the midrange of the snare drum, the accent of the bass drum, and gradually various drums.
The fusion continues to strengthen, and finally with the addition of the rattling sound, the atmosphere reaches the boiling point.
Lu Lu performed a jazz drum solo with an almost perfect blend of technology and rhythm, and received unstinting applause and cheers from the crowd.
"Don't they say that people who learn jazz drums can't survive, so they start playing rock and roll? Lu Lu's skills are very bright!"
With the help of the logistics team, the double-layer keyboard, microphone and acoustic guitar pickup in the center of the stage were installed. Yan Qing praised Lu Lu generously, making Mao Zhiyuan look proud.
"Xiao Lu doesn't really like symphony, classical music, etc. She learned jazz drums entirely because of rock and roll, and she's not used to working with string parts..."
With his eyes full of doting, Mao Zhiyuan leaned close to Yan Qing and said softly: "But she has very solid skills and she really loves rock music, just like she loves drinking Niu Er."
Her ears were very pointed, so Lu Lu corrected her seriously: "It's obviously going to be better than Niu Er!"
"Then why didn't she form a band? With this skill, it shouldn't be too difficult."
Yan Qingqi said, hiding his complaints: "It's a big problem not being able to match the string parts. Also, if you drink less liquor, your hands will be steadier."
"A common problem among young people..."
With a somewhat helpless tone, Mao Zhiyuan explained: "The lineup of the band she likes is basically stable..."
Not taking it seriously, Lu Lu spread her hands and added: "I don't want to get in touch with someone I don't like. It would be too embarrassing."
"What this means...Lu Lu seems to be a little too ambitious, but she has met a man who dotes on her so much. This solid basic skill is a bit wasted..."
The music producer had the problem of cherishing talents. Yan Qing wanted to give some advice, but suddenly a faint scent of rosemary hit him. He cheered up and completely forgot about what he was thinking.
"If you love someone, how can you know the happiness of a fish unless you are a fish?"
Lowering his head and pretending to play with the keyboard synthesizer, Yan Qing tilted his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye he could clearly see Weng Huaijing walking towards the stage carrying the piano case on his back.
The outfit is still very simple, with nine-point jeans and a thin Lu brand short windbreaker.
Suddenly there was no interest in chatting. Yan Qing lowered his head and glanced at his phone, and began to carefully adjust the keyboard to make final preparations. He muttered in his heart: "I am a little tired from buzzing. Are you practicing very late again? Why don't I just finish the demo on Wednesday night?"
Has it been sent? Oh, yes, she has to take the ballet art exam at the Imperial Dance Academy this Thursday!"
Because Yan Qing had already installed the acoustic guitar pickup and microphone in advance, he took the guitar out of the case and held it in his arms, while Weng Huaijing stood quietly in the center of the stage.
"Sister Jing, teacher Yan Qing, come on!"
Following the sound, Yan Qing stared blankly at the girl next to Peipei who was waving her fists and piercing her head with a childish look on her face.
"Xu Mo'er."
A faint and cold voice reached Yan Qing's ears by bending down to adjust the angle of the pickup to avoid the recording microphone that was not turned on.
"What a thoughtful reminder, and you're right. Xu Mo'er will probably follow her on Thursday."
With a bright smile, Yan Qing waved to Xu Moer. He was about to say something more when Liu Mingren's voice came from the director's microphone speaker.
"Each department confirms and recording will begin in thirty seconds."
Pursing his lips slightly, Yan Qing sat in his position in an orderly manner.
He suddenly noticed the placement of the keyboard, and he could clearly see Weng Huaijing's profile from the corner of his eye.
"Oh my gosh, the keyboard is so fun! It's so much better than the drum set!"
Thirty seconds passed quickly, and the microphones, pickups, speakers, and cameras on the stage began to work.
After practicing a song together in a hurry, it seems that Weng Huaijing's late-night practice was very effective, and the new drummer Lu Lu's debut was also completed well. Yan Qing, who skillfully operated the dual keyboards while playing the program while playing the virtual piano melody, naturally also felt the same.
There will be mistakes, bass? Let's not talk about it. All in all, the rehearsal effect of "Words Are Not Expressive" is excellent.
Liu Mingren's voice came from the director's microphone speaker, which perfectly illustrated this point: "Very good, Brother Qing, let's go to the next song?"
Mao Zhiyuan, who has a thin sense of presence, consciously packed up the strings of his bass pedal and prepared to leave the stage.
The camera sense was very strong. Yan Qing found that Mao Zhiyuan's body seemed to be blocking one of the three cameras. He slightly turned sideways to avoid another camera and pretended to walk towards the upright piano at the back of the stage, glancing slightly.
Standing microphone toward the center of the stage.
With telepathy, Weng Huaijing quickly understood what Yan Qing meant. Without saying anything, she unplugged the microphone cord and began to bend down to pack the pickup.
"There is also a lyrical rock version of "Words Cannot Express My Meaning". Do you want to try it?"
Yan Qing used the actor's top positioning in reverse, avoiding three cameras and sending the voice to Weng Huaijing's ears.
"But... I haven't practiced before..."
The tone of voice was a bit harsh, and Weng Huaijin imitated the same, and the two of them covered each other and completed the communication.
Yan Qing's eyes were full of tenderness: "It's okay, just try it."
With eager eyes and a hint of sweetness, Weng Huaijing replied softly: "Okay!"