After Yan Qing finished speaking, he didn't wait for Shao Qing's response for a long time.
"Brother Qing, Mr. Shao may have chosen to turn off the microphone to discuss. She dialed my number using the conference call terminal."
Miao Miao explained to Yan Qing considerately.
"I guess it was because I thought that Shao Qing could hear me when I spoke, so I used the honorific title specially, and even tried to control my soft and soft voice. Xiaomiao, this girl is serious."
The sensitive Yan Qing was secretly moved by Miao Miao's effort in such small details.
"It's okay, little meow. We have finished reading the manuscript, and the video copy has been finalized. We have already figured out the eight characters, so don't worry."
When Miao Miao heard what Yan Qing said, she smiled with two small tiger teeth.
Yan Qing also smiled heartily, and they waited patiently for a while.
A clear and cold voice came to Yan Qing through radio waves:
"Oh, is there any difference between the two points you mentioned?"
"This is Weng Huaijing's voice!"
Yan Qing and Miao Miao looked at each other, and they both heard it.
Miao Miao's reaction was just to frown.
Yan Qing looked as usual, but what he was thinking in his heart was:
"This should be considered the first direct communication between myself and Weng Huaijing since their bloody battle in Shanghai. It's not easy."
Yan Qing felt a hint of resentment in her heart and replied directly to Miao Miao's cell phone:
"Of course there are differences. You can choose to start with ballet themes to create, but this little girl's experience of chasing her dreams is also very inspiring."
Yan Qing paused for a moment. He quickly calmed down his inexplicable emotions and his speaking speed dropped to normal:
"Failures and defeats are nothing. It's remarkable that you can persist in pursuing your dreams despite defeats and defeats. We can also start from this angle."
"Then come."
Weng Huaijing's unhurried voice responded back along the telephone network in a calm tone.
"Come here. I'm in Miao Miao's office right now. I don't have any musical instruments on hand. Do you have any musical instruments like piano or electric piano over there? Otherwise, I have to go to the practice room nearby."
There was no anger in Yan Qing's voice, but she spoke a little faster.
Shao Qing's voice intervened and took over the conversation:
"There is a Taiwanese piano. Brother Qing, if you want to use it, our teachers Zhou Yanhong and Huaijing can play it."
The sound of light footsteps came from Miao Miao's cell phone.
"I'll do it myself. What do you want?"
Over there, Weng Huaijing seemed to be sitting in front of the electric piano and getting ready.
Yan Qing quickly sorted out the arrangement ideas and said in an orderly manner:
"Please give me a C first, and then you can give me four groups of column chords:
First level six, then level four, then level five, and finally level one.
Each set of chords is played twice each time, and then the cycle is repeated directly.
The root note of the left hand is also matched with 6451 accordingly."
"Got it, I'll start right away."
Weng Huaijing seemed to know the golden formula of pop music from Omi. She felt it and started playing this chord progression melody directly according to Yan Qing's request.
Yan Qing was very patient. He waited until the four sets of chords played by Weng Huaijing had passed through once before getting stuck before the second cycle began, allowing his voice to steadily follow the accompaniment.
In the conference room where Shao Qing and the others from the Imperial Dance Academy were sitting, Yan Qing's slightly distorted singing voice came through the telephone conference terminal:
"If you were a firefly on a summer night
The children sing for you
Then I want to draw your hands
…
Look how small I am
Because you have something to dream about
Maybe you won't stay for me
Then let me stand behind you
…
I can follow you
Like a shadow dreamwalking after the light
I can wait at this intersection
Whether you will pass by or not
…
Whenever I raise my head for you
Even tears feel free
Some love is like heavy rain
But still believe in the rainbow”
Because the chord structure was too monotonous, Yan Qing simply sang along with the chorus and verse, and then took the initiative to stop singing.
The chord progression on the other end of the phone cycled over and over again before stopping.
Yan Qing clearly heard at least four pairs of hands clapping, and the two people's cooperation in the distance was a good response.
On her side, Miao Miao also transformed into a little fangirl, following Shao Qing and the others on the other end of the phone and clapped her hands quickly.
"What else?"
The applause gradually stopped, and Weng Huaijing's tone remained unchanged. Yan Qing probably understood that the person opposite was probably quite satisfied.
"There is also a verse, and then the chorus is repeated. The lyrics probably also tell the story of chasing light. By the way, the name of this song is "Light Chaser"."
Yan Qing carefully considered his words and continued:
"However, I have roughly considered the arrangement plan for this song. It is quite complicated. It may require the use of many instruments, including orchestral music and percussion."
Shao Qing heard that Yan Qing even had plans for arranging the music, so he quickly replied:
"You can just ask for any musical instruments you need, and we, Dingxin, can work together to figure out the musicians and so on."
Yan Qing’s thinking is very clear:
“If piano is chosen as the main instrument, other harmonious instruments will be required: drums, timpani, chimes, harmonious guitar, bass, and a set of harmonious strings for the violin part.
Here, chimes, timpani, and harmonic strings can be handled with two sets of keyboards."
When Miao Miao heard this, she immediately remembered that the invitation to the guest assistant seemed to be on her side. She immediately took over Yan Qing's words:
"Our studio has already decided to find the band from mao livehouse."
Being somewhat familiar with this name, Yan Qing quickly thought of:
"Mao seems to be the performing arts bar where I first recorded (Langtaosha). I still have a lot of musical instruments left there, and I haven't picked them up for so many days. It seems that I am still friends with the owner of the bar.
…”
Shao Qing, who never missed an opportunity, interrupted Yan Qing's thinking:
"Then let Huaijing play the piano, or should you do it yourself? We still need a keyboard player, right? We in Dingxin can provide support at any time."
Yan Qing thought that he still had a manuscript selection task, and he couldn't steal the limelight for the first episode, so he cleared his throat and said:
"I guess it will be quite troublesome to rehearse. The best way is actually for me to accompany you on the piano, and Weng...she will sing..."
Yan Qing paused for a moment on how to address Weng Huaijing, but quickly adjusted it:
“We can’t know the specific situation of the keyboard player until we go to Mao.
If I were to sing, her piano practice would be very fast, and as you know, Mr. Shao, I also have to make a song."
Shao Qing thought that if Weng Huaijing sang this song, it might help Weng Huaijing, who had no sense of variety shows, gain a lot of popularity in the show.
Moreover, this arrangement has a more special meaning to the girl named Xu Mo'er.
Shao Qing's mind was spinning very fast. She stood up and covered Weng Huaijing, who was about to open his mouth to refuse, with her hands, and continued to say to Yan Qing:
"Then it's settled. As for the keyboard player, we've prepared it in advance and are waiting for your notification. Brother Qing, could you please send us the lyrics and practice them first? What about your own song? Arrangement
Can you make it in time for rehearsal?"
Yan Qing's ears had an absolute sense of sound, and he heard a sound coming from the phone that seemed to be the mouth of a woman with a cold expression and a ruthless heart being blocked.
He felt some inexplicable joy in his heart, glanced at the manuscript in the tree hole in his hand, and replied loudly:
"Okay, we will send the complete lyrics as soon as possible. I also received a very interesting manuscript. When I prepare to record the show on Saturday, I will use that workstation to compile a beat and make a rap. No need to do any additional editing.
It’s bent.”
After Yan Qing replied to Shao Qing's words, he asked Miao Miao: "Mr. Miao, can you sing a few lines of a Cantonese song for me?"
Miao Miao, who was a little confused, still had very good execution skills. She didn't have stage fright and even sang a few lines in a low voice.
As soon as Yan Qing heard the girl's Cantonese pronunciation, he felt relieved, reached out and handed the selected manuscript to Miao Miao, and explained to her:
"That rap requires two bars of Cantonese singing to be used as a hook. I plan to ask you to help me sing it when the time comes."
Miao Miao took the manuscript handed over by Yan Qing and hugged it to her chest. She seemed very happy that she could help Yan Qing. She whispered in soft Cantonese:
"I'm so happy that I can help you sing."
Shao Qing first confirmed that it would not affect Yan Qing's draft selection plan, and then reminded Yan Qing to remember to send the lyrics today, and did not forget to thank Yan Qing again and again for his help.
The phone connection is lost.
Her speaking skills were quite superb, and her words made Yan Qing and Miao Miao feel comfortable listening to them.
…………
Yan Qing's eyes glanced at the computer in standby mode on Miao Miao's desk.
"Xiao Meow, I have to use your computer to type out what Shao Qing wants."
Miao Miao quickly stood up and gave up her seat to Yan Qing. She held the piece of manuscript paper in her hand and leaned gently against the desk, murmuring:
"Light yellow dress, fluffy hair.
Hold my hand and look at the latest oil paintings on display.
A deserted street, an empty home.
It’s just me partying alone.”
…………
Yan Qing, who was typing out the lyrics, was dumbfounded. Miao Miao seemed to be extremely lacking in rap talent. She read a rap lyric in her submission like a primary school student reading aloud from a textbook.
"Xiao Meow, don't act like a reader. I've read the entire manuscript."
Faced with Yan Qing's teasing, Miao Miao chose to pout and act cute.
Yan Qing quickly typed up the lyrics to "Light Chaser", and Miao Miao helped and sent them to Dingxin.
The two made another plan to go to the "office building" tomorrow morning to shoot the opening video, and in the afternoon they would go to MAO to talk to Mao Zhiyuan about assisting.
Yan Qing finally took out his Jihuang, and under Miao Miao's gaze, he bravely dialed Mao Zhiyuan and told him that he needed a band to support him.
The voice on the other end of the phone was a very rich man's voice. He didn't talk much and was very concise.
He asked Yan Qing when he would come over and agreed immediately, promising that he would have the musicians ready in advance.
Yan Qing was satisfied with his work efficiency this morning, especially the nine named contacts in his mobile address book. He easily figured out the specific identities of the two people.
The "Da Mao" stored in the mobile phone corresponds to Mao Zhiyuan, the boss of mao livehouse.
And "Teacher Qian Dejun", Qian Dejun, a colleague of his own unit, Didu Renyi.
In the afternoon, Yan Qing composed the piano and drum scores of "Light Chaser" on a blank sheet of music. The other accompaniment instruments, harmonic guitar, and bass were all relatively simple fixed chord combinations.
There is no need to put too much thought into composing music.
In the remaining time, Yan Qing continued to go back to the first floor to pull pictures according to his work plan.
During this period, his work and rest schedules were quite regular:
If there is no travel schedule, Yan Qing will get up early to practice vocals first. During the day, he will do exercises and polish his control over his performance muscles. At night, he will insist on completing two hours of Grotovsky style physical training in the practice room.
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Yan Qing always remembers the sense of belonging and responsibility he found in the showroom.
ps: "Light Chaser"
Original singer: Cen Ninger
Lyricist: Tang Tian
Composer: Ma Jing
Arranger: Li Ruotian
Included in the album: "The Summer Solstice Has Not Yet Heared Youth"