Turning the microphone back on, Yan Qing spoke in a deep voice: "Director Liu, I also have a lyrical rock version of "Words Are Not Expressive". We want to try it out, is that okay?"
Liu Mingren, who had a wonderful smile and even took the initiative to order the two auxiliary aircraft to be turned off, said, "Of course!"
Amid Lu Lu's cheers, Yan Qing found blank music scores and wrote the drum and electric guitar scores directly on the spot.
After dozens of minutes, I returned to the normal recording state and practiced four or five times in a row, but the process was not smooth.
There seemed to be serious problems with the coordination between the drummer and the singer. Either Lu Lu's drum beat was too fast, or Weng Huaijing didn't hit the right spot.
The scene was awkward for a while.
"Forget it, this... let me play the drums..."
Noting that at some point, only one host camera was in recording mode, without having time to think about it, Yan Qing skillfully used the lens sense to communicate softly with Weng Huaijing in the center of the stage: "Gege, just sing according to the rhythm you are used to,
I'll adapt to you."
"But I don't know the keyboard..."
Lu Lu, who was confused about the style, complained loudly.
"I'll come!" Mao Zhiyuan stepped forward, hugged Lu Lu and whispered something. After a few words, the girl with twin tails took the initiative to hug Bess with a gossipy face.
"Bass player! Contempt the reincarnation of the chain..."
While she was complaining about Mao Zhiyuan, Lu Lu's eyes curiously wandered between Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing.
After Yan Qing changed to the drummer position, Weng Huaijing calmly switched to the rhythm she was most accustomed to and started singing.
Yan Qing freely coordinated the rhythm of the entire band with the drums. After entering the chorus, Professor Weng took her hands off the electric guitar again when she was singing, and she started singing and dancing again.
At this time, the drum set became the only lead instrument. Yan Qing seemed to have expected it. He speeded up his hand unhurriedly, and a large number of crash cymbals began to join in, creating a suffocating and urgent atmosphere.
The sound of the drums becomes stronger and stronger, echoing the gradually getting stronger cymbals. At the same time, the snare drum is always interspersed between each cymbal, bringing the whole song to its climax at a very high speed.
In the end, with the support of inhuman hand speed, Yan Qing used the perfect combination of high-frequency cymbals, snare drums, and bass drums to firmly hold the melody, and before the last chorus of "Words Cannot Express" began, he
Four consecutive strong accents are used to prompt the program of the band, bass, two keyboards, and electric guitar at the same time to re-enter the melody. The coordination is perfect. Throughout the song, every half-turn of Weng Huaijing falls perfectly on the rhythm of the center of gravity of the piece.
With the whole hall cheering, Weng Huaijin walked up to the drum set and communicated with Yan Qing gracefully: "I originally wanted to donate the proceeds from "Words Cannot Express" to the Children's Protection Association's special fund for autistic children..."
"It just so happens that we can record two versions later..."
Yan Qing raised his head to meet her gaze as clear as a spring.
Look at each other and smile, everything is in the passionate eye contact.
"Before, the teacher at National University for Nationalities kept saying, Lu Lu, you will still have problems even if you play rock music, but I never took it seriously..."
Playing with the hem of her clothes, Lu Lu, accompanied by Mao Zhiyuan, also came over. Her puzzled question interrupted the exchange of glances between Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing: "Brother Qing, what is my problem?"
"Actually Damao also knows, but he is reluctant to talk about you..."
Reluctantly looking away, under Mao Zhiyuan's constant begging for mercy, Yan Qing said straightforwardly: "In the final analysis, it is still a question of how a drummer positions himself."
Lu Lu pouted and looked at Mao Zhiyuan for help.
"Xiaolu, you like to show off your flower arranging skills... which leads to problems with the rhythm and overall rhythm."
Mao Zhiyuan carefully considered his words and explained patiently: "Brother Qing's arrangement habit has always been to deliberately leave a solo space for the drummer to play freely every four measures."
"Yeah, I just wanted to perform well, but it turned out that I didn't cooperate well with Sister Jing."
Smiling apologetically at Weng Huaijing, Lu Lu's eyes were filled with grievances.
"No one stipulates that every four measures is the legal solo time for drummers..."
After all, I am still passionate about loving talent. Yan Qing pointed out the problem straight to the point: “When you add a dispensable rotation in the 4th bar after the beginning of the music, and hit the cymbal on the first beat of the 5th bar, it often
You will find that the second 4 bars and the third 4 bars suddenly become difficult to handle."
"Yes, that's what happened to me just now!"
The desire for progress is still very strong, Lu Lu looked at Yan Qing and said: "Brother Qing, I will play less with flowers in the future!"
"Actually, it's not that you can't arrange flowers, but the scale of the icing on the cake must be just right..."
Yan Qing gave her pertinent advice: "When the band rehearses a piece, you might as well just use the snare drum to hit quarter notes in the first few practices, and listen carefully to the performances of other musicians to find out the rhythm of the piece.
, and then determine the rhythm you want to insert.”
Unexpectedly, Weng Huaijing on the side suddenly comforted me coldly: "That's what he taught me at that time. It was direct and ruthless, but it was very effective."
"It's true that she is cold on the outside and warm on the inside. No wonder she complained before that "I" didn't teach as well as I do now. It's really too much for such a talented student to be merciless."
Seizing the opportunity, Yan Qing glanced at Weng Huaijin, and Yan Qing found a hint of sweetness in her eyes, and the jealousy in her heart was secretly overturned.
"What's so great, if it were me, I would have taught you better than "me"!"
"Lu Lu, you are a talented rhythm drummer. Don't rush to use all the skills you have learned in your performance."
With this mentality, before Mao Zhiyuan took Lu Lu off the stage, Yan Qingge encouraged the girl with two ponytails in a thoughtful and gentle way: "A good drummer must position himself as the beater in the band rather than as a solo performer.
Even a few simple and appropriate accents are better than aimless high-frequency virtuosity."
Such a famous teacher's demeanor also made Lu Lu very energetic. She happily took Mao Zhiyuan's arm and walked off the stage, spreading dog food on the floor.
Although the band left the venue, the recording (band rehearsal session) has not yet ended.
Weng Huaijing did not leave the stage without hesitation after singing her song as usual. Her eyes were firmly fixed on the upright piano, and her voice was no longer cold: ""Undercurrent"... How about I give you piano accompaniment?
Bar."
Yan Qing was naturally overjoyed. He looked up under the cover of the drum set and gave a hot look: "Okay."
His vision collapsed at the first touch. Weng Huaijing lowered his head and wrung his hands: "I practiced deliberately last night."
"It turns out that she stayed up late to practice the undercurrents she got from yesterday's score recording! Such a good girl."
With thunder in his heart, Yan Qing wished he could have made an oath to each other: "Don't work so hard, let me adapt to you in the future, just like today!"
"Okay, keep your voice down!"
With a shy look, Weng Huaijing ran away and sat down in front of the upright piano directly behind the stage.
The old man's face turned red, and Yan Qing stood up slowly. He didn't know if it was because of insufficient blood supply to the brain that he was a little dizzy after sitting for a long time.
"Hurry up and catch up!"
Luo Bing, who was eating melon in close-up throughout the whole process, wished she could do it with her own body. She slapped the sofa excitedly.
Yan Qing was embarrassed on the spot, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that he should just give up.
Unexpectedly, the considerate Zhang Yameng helped him create a perfect excuse: "Brother Qing, I need to test it during the live broadcast next week. Can you sit next to Sister Jing and sing?"
"I'm really good at it!"
Oiling the soles of his feet, Yan Qing shamelessly moved the standing microphone to the side of the piano. He moved a high stool about two steps away from Weng Huaijing and Shi Shiran sat down. He approached the microphone and spoke seriously: "The next song,
"Undercurrent"!"
…
Near noon, Liu Mingren stopped Yan Qing who was about to step down. He smiled and was about to say something.
"There are really no extra songs this week, Director Liu!"
Yan Qing drooped her eyelids and took the initiative to strike first, with an expression on her face that said I really didn't have a drop left.
"This week's flying guest is Xu Mo'er..."
With a mysterious smile, Liu Mingren did not bother to hide the gossip in his eyes: "Her wish is to dance "Swan Lake" with Professor Weng."
The wind was light and the clouds were calm, and Yan Qing responded calmly: "It's good. We can leave early today. I just have something to do in the afternoon."
"Well, I still need someone to accompany them in the "Four Little Swans". I'm really worried!"
Liu Mingren pretended to be melancholy: "It seems that it's inconvenient for you, Brother Qing!"
Licking his face, Yan Qing said without hesitation: "I... it's so convenient!"
Liu Mingren's face was filled with an aunt's smile: "This way, we can finish recording earlier without having to accommodate the schedules of other flying guests. It's just convenient for you to record songs in the afternoon."
"???"
Involuntarily, Yan Qing made a questionable face as Nick Yang, and slandered:
"Who leaked the news? The entire program team knows that our two studios are going to have a relationship!"
A cheer came from the support staff of the program team who were watching the show from a distance: "The tide has turned!"