The difficult love of traffic niche

The moment Wang Yuan entered the recording studio, Wang Yuan's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Wang Junkai.

"Which one do you choose, Hua Wuque or Xiao Yu'er?"

Why was he talking about this all of a sudden, Wang Yuan thought about it and went back to the past.

"I choose you."

Isn't it just to give away sub-questions? Wang Yuan smiled to himself for less than half a minute before that person called.

"Yuanyuan—"

The corner of Wang Yuan's mouth curved further: "Hey, Wang Junkai, can you make the way of striking up a conversation simpler!"

Wang Junkai's low laughter came from the phone, and he spoke in a sticky tone: "...I miss you!"

Wang Yuan raised his wrist and looked at the time: "It's only been a long time...Wang Junkai, you're out of luck!"

"Yes," Wang Junkai said suddenly and seriously: "I have been poisoned by a poison called 'Wang Yuan', which has penetrated deep into the five internal organs. I have been ill for many years and there is no cure for it..."

Wang Yuan couldn't help laughing: "I believe your evil! It's so melon..." He went out and turned around, and found a corner where there was no one to lean against.

Wang Junkai said: "Hey, to be honest, don't you like "Peerless Two Pride", I remember you cosplaying Hua Wuque when you were young, in some kind of show."

Wang Yuan thought about it for a while, the memory was too far away, he gave a "tsk" and said, "How long ago did you still remember? It was just the effect of the show that I didn't remember at all."

"Wang Yuaner, look at your memory, you are always forgetful. Back then, I forwarded it to you on my alias. I still have your photos in my phone..."

Wang Yuan was a little speechless: "Stop...you're calling to settle an old dispute with me, huh?"

"..." Wang Junkai was stunned for a moment, and said, "Okay, I want to ask which character you like. I thought you liked Hua Wuque."

"That's not true." Wang Yuan pondered for a second, then said: "...I don't want to be Hua Wuque, no matter how handsome I am, it's just a tool for revenge, it's too bad...I want to be a little fish, hehe, what a mess You will all have no peace."

Wang Junkai raised the corners of his mouth, not knowing whether he wanted to laugh or was helpless: "I knew it, you are a person who told you to go east or west since you were a child, so you are not willing to be manipulated by others, and who else can control you."

"What's the matter with you, are you unhappy again?" Wang Yuan lowered his posture and coaxed patiently: "You take care of it, let me take care of it, you take care of me, old Wang—are you happy now?"

Wang Junkai was silent for a moment, looking out of the window, feeling that his thoughts were as foggy as the smog of the imperial capital.

"...When you go to the airport in the morning, I want to buy a ticket and fly with you. I feel empty all over my body when you leave, and I feel like the air is full of you... Waiting until now to call you is at my limit."

He paused, his voice was soft, and he seemed to be hiding infinite emotions: "Wang Yuan, you have successfully disturbed my peace, do you understand?"

Hearing this suddenly, Wang Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and unconsciously lowered his eyes. He could imagine the expression of the person on the other side of the phone at the moment. This person, who has not been very talented in language since he was a child, would always suddenly say something that is annoying. If you can't stand it, it has always been like this.

Wang Yuan pondered for a while, and was about to say something, when he saw the sound engineer waving at him from a distance, probably starting work, Wang Yuan nodded to him, turned around and half-covered his mouth and said into the phone : "I'm going to the recording studio, Junkai."

Wang Junkai sighed lightly, and said, "Are you going to record a song? Who will sing it? Will you sing it?"

"It's the ending song of the movie "Twilight". They found a singer called Lu or something."

"...Oh, it's better for you to sing." Wang Junkai didn't hide the regret in his mouth.

"The one who signed the contract with the crew before was just to do the soundtrack work. Well, I won't tell you, I'm going in," Wang Yuan got up and walked into the house, "'CHU', be good." He turned to the phone again The kiss coaxed the man to finally hang up the phone.

Today, Wang Yuan rushed over after getting off the plane, just to record the song.This song he composed was liked by the previous producer, so he decided to use it as the ending song of the movie.However, music director Zhao Jun was not in Shanghai recently, so he specially summoned Wang Yuan to supervise the work.

Wang Yuan walked into the airtight studio, found a seat and sat down, chatting with the recording engineer brother.

"Brother Yuan, did you use a piano to write this song? I think the demo you sang is very nice."

"Haha, thank you. When I wrote it, I only had the piano. Later, I added some guitar and bass mixing. Brother Zhao Jun suggested that the intro be longer, so that it can be more sad."

"...That's right, this song is quite suitable, and the melody is quite catchy. It will definitely become popular when it is released."

After exchanging pleasantries with each other, Wang Yuan saw that the time was past ten o'clock in the evening, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused. Zhao Jun told him on the phone that it was very important to take care of him to record songs. The recording of the first song, otherwise there will be no time in the later stage, and it may affect the film's selection schedule in Berlin.

Wang Yuan asked aloud, "Why hasn't the singer arrived yet?"

The recording boy replied: "Still at the airport, the airport in the imperial capital." He looked at his phone again, expressing concern: "It is said that the weather over there is bad and the smog is too heavy, and the flights are all suspended. I don't know when it will come."

"...to record a song today, why are you still out of town?"

"I've confirmed it with his agent a long time ago. It was originally scheduled the day before yesterday, but he insisted on procrastinating. It seems that there is some kind of commercial performance coming..." The recording boy curled his lips and said disdainfully : "Isn't he the one who sang the OST last year? What a big name, dragging us to wait for him in the whole later stage. He is really the only one in China who can sing."

Indeed, there seem to be all kinds of singers in China, and there are all kinds of singers. In fact, if you specialize in singing film and television songs, there are very few choices. Most singers are very good at singing their own love and hatred, but you have to put aside yourself and stick There are only a handful of evergreens such as Sister Zhang and Jie Ge who are outstanding in coordinating or interpreting the emotions and tensions in various film and television dramas. In fact, those people are more or less radiant by singing OST It's a second career.

Wang Yuan counted the time, even if the singer flew over now, it would be early in the morning, and the journey was tiring, and it might not be possible to record the song well. According to this progress, the studio can't wait, and the recording can't be delayed any longer.

He pondered for a moment, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, which gradually became clearer and clearer.

In fact, it stands to reason that temporary substitutions in the recording studio are very taboo, and it is easy to offend people. Generally, it will happen unless the performance of the singer is particularly below expectations, but now the situation cannot be delayed. Now he is present The person in charge must make a quick decision whether to wait or change.

Sudden pressure enveloped the recording studio and him, but at this moment, Wang Yuan vaguely felt that it might be an opportunity.

He had really seriously considered the possibility of returning to the stage, but at that time he didn't pay much attention to these trivial karma, but now, his mentality has undergone a subtle change, as if someone stretched out to him in front of him. Hand, or maybe he himself has been hiding deep in his heart, some innate eagerness to move began to emerge again, urging him to take that step.

"Let's start." Wang Yuan got up and said.

The recording boy looked blank: "Recording songs? But people..."

Wang Yuan poured himself a glass of warm water, moistened his throat slowly, and said, "Don't wait for him, I'll sing." He didn't say much, and went to the side to practice scales to open his voice.

Seeing this, the sound engineer quickly reacted, swept away his sorrow, and cooperated with Wang Yuan to turn on the machine and start debugging.

"Let me just say, Brother Yuan, you wrote this song. Who else is more suitable for singing than you!"

Not long after, Wang Yuan quickly adjusted the condition of his throat, no longer hesitated, pushed open the door of the recording room and walked in.

Many years ago, since he was an ignorant teenage idol, recording songs was a common occurrence for him. When he grew up and was in the United States, he often pursued the ultimate sound effect day and night. Di Pao experimented repeatedly in the recording studio, and Wang Yuan thought he was used to this kind of place.

But unexpectedly, the moment he stood in front of the microphone again and put on the earphones, his chest jumped up involuntarily, as if a kind of hot blood was about to burst out of the dam. Sweating.

Wang Yuan closed his eyes, grasped his pulse with one hand and slowly adjusted his breathing.After several years, he is no longer the boy of yesterday.

Those youthful and frivolous glory, the sleepless time has become a thing of the past, now, he has come to another crossroads that truly belongs to him, no matter the result or not, he will be fearless and go forward bravely, even if his head is broken, And never look back.

Recording, mixing, and crafting the final product, Wang Yuan and the sound engineer basically stayed up all night in this recording studio, until the early morning to complete the work.The singer who missed the appointment never showed up and never sent another message.

After listening to the ending song "Twilight Mask" for the last time, Wang Yuan finally let go of his heart with a little satisfaction. After exercising his sore and swollen body all night, he packed up the recording studio and left with the recording brother.

After thinking about it, Wang Yuan still called Zhao Jun and briefly explained what happened last night.Sure enough, he received a shocked response from that person.

"What do you mean him?! That singer has let me go, how many times! What can I do, there will definitely be trouble in the later stage..." Zhao Jun immediately became angry, and the progress of the crew could not be delayed.

"Brother, listen to me..." Wang Yuan said in a steady voice, "I just recorded a version myself, and the sound has been mixed. I'll send it to you later."

Zhao Jun was silent for a while, but his mind struggled a bit. He knew that if Wang Yuan was willing to play the ending song of the record, it might be as effective for the movie as the original singer, but the problem is very real. Wang Yuan was also a first-line singer before. , and now that the songs have been recorded directly, I am afraid that he will use his previous social status to talk about it. Although he is no longer popular, it is even more difficult for acquaintances to speak, alas, but now the songs can only be used by him...

He thought for a while, then said hesitantly: "...Xiao Yuan, you have worked hard, you must have worked all night last night, brother, thank you very much... But, you also know that the cost of singing and producing this song has already been paid. If you give it away, you probably won’t be able to get it back..."

Wang Yuan interrupted him with a smile, his tone unchanged: "Brother, don't worry, I won't charge you for singing this song."

"Just take it as a successful ending to this movie."