The real young master was forced to debut [entertainment circle]

"Are you going to change? Can you arrange music?" Shang Yan muttered unconsciously.

Although he knew that Shang Lianyin had written nursery rhymes before, but nursery rhymes are obviously not at the same level as singing on stage now.

He said that he hadn't touched composition and arrangement for 12 years at least, how much do he remember of such a long time ago?

Anyway, he has no memory of before the age of five or six, but there are some vague pictures in his mind, but unfortunately sometimes it feels like reality, and sometimes it feels like a dream.

As people grow older, they gradually forget some of the past.

Of course, some people say that those memories that are not sure like dreams are what they experienced in the parallel world, and the meaning of existence is to warn themselves not to walk the same path.

Shang Lianyin hasn't touched these things for so many years, can she still change them?

Could this be the legendary talent?

Shang Lianyin obviously didn't think that he would have doubts in this regard. He has been reading music scores since he was a child, and there is no reason why he would not know the music scores. As for changing the song...

He was imprisoned for so long, unable to touch the piano, and read books in his spare time.He has read almost all the books on composition creation that can be read in it.

Although the books are limited and old, the basic things will not change for hundreds of thousands of years.

History and fashion are reincarnations, and music is no exception. No matter how fast it becomes, the basic core is still there.

"You have been reading since you were a child, so now you are asked to write a composition, can you not write it?" He crossed his arms and looked at Shang Yan. Although he was a little annoyed, it was normal for him to have worries in this regard.

Shang Yan sat on the piano cover, with his hands on his sides, and his voice was lazy: "You asked me to write a composition a year ago, and I was sure I could write it. Now it's a little difficult. It's been a year since I finished the college entrance examination. Now It’s hard for me to hold back two hundred words.”

Shang Lianyin: "..."

Well, maybe his example is not very appropriate.

"How powerful is your memory? It's been 12 years, and you still remember those things now." Shang Yan leaned closer to him, looked at him from bottom to top, his dense breath blowing on Shang Lianyin's cheek with wet moisture.

The breathing was too close, and Shang Lianyin felt uncomfortable, so she raised her hand and pressed the top of his head to push him away: "This has nothing to do with memory, any knowledge needs to be consolidated."

"And... who said I haven't touched it in 12 years? You have to know that the place where I used to stay was Vienna, the world-famous music capital." The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his bright and flamboyant smile almost dazzled his eyes .

Yes, he forgot that the wandering place was in Vienna.

It is the country that countless musicians yearn for, and many musicians flock to it.

The best way to learn a language is to spend a few years in that country.

The same is true for studying music. Growing up in that kind of place, you will be more or less influenced by it.

"Come down, don't sit on the piano." Shang Lianyin walked towards him with the numbered notation, leaned the back of his hand on his waist, and motioned him to come up from the piano.

The moment the back of his hand was attached, Shang Yan felt like a fire was burning on his waist.

He jumped down and landed on his feet, he could still clearly feel the warmth on the side of his waist, even a little itchy.

He watched his movements in a strange way, and watched him open the piano cover.

Slender fingers fluttered on the black and white keys, and the passionate tune poured out.

"You can consider adding a section of saxophone here." He picked up the pen and changed the score, and every time he wrote a short section, a section would pop up.

The light sprinkled from the top of his head, as if covering him with a layer of golden light.Shang Yan felt that he was standing next to a luminous body, and his body seemed to be filled with warmth.

His every move is a rare treasure that firmly grabs his sight.

Flying fingers, white wrist bones, lean and powerful arms, slightly bulging forearms with the movements...

The chiseled side face, the sharpened jaw... When he is serious, he can't take his eyes off at all.

"Add drums to the third measure. I'll mark it. When you release the demo at that time, remember to add it in." He drew two strokes on the score, put down the score, and tried the tune. He didn't think it was suitable, and stroked again. Go to the score just now and try again a few times.

"I just played the four verses, which one do you think is more suitable?" He turned his head to look at Shang Yan, his eyelashes were lifted, and his light-colored eyes directly met his line of sight.

The amber pupils look more and more translucent under the light. The outer circle of the pupils is surrounded by dark strokes, with clear lines. The bright pupils are more transparent than the refined pictures.

Shang Yan's mind was in chaos, and he didn't understand what he was saying at all.

"Aren't you listening?" Shang Lianyin frowned slightly, and then relaxed again after a while, "If you're sleepy, you can go back..."

"No...sorry, I lost my mind just now, play it again." He quickly turned serious, licked his lips nervously, and sat down on the seat beside him.

"Am I playing that badly?" All distracted...

Shang Lianyin looked at the keys, and a strange emotion flashed across her heart.

Sure enough, you can't slack off in practice. No matter how many books you read, you can't do without actual combat.

Playing silently in the heart is different from touching the real thing. The sound still needs to be heard by the ears. The last thing you should not do when practicing an instrument is to be lazy.

You can't hear the difference if you don't practice for a day, and ordinary people can't hear the difference after a month.

One year, ten years...even non-professionals can hear the difference.

His black eyelashes drooped slightly, and he didn't even notice that he sighed, but Shang Yan felt his heartbeat speed up inexplicably, as if he was nervous when the teacher asked him to answer a question, and he pulled his dry throat and quickly explained: "It's not you The reason, you play very well, is that I didn't pay attention."

Hey……

Bewitched by beauty.

Why did he become an lsp?

But it's even more embarrassing to say it.

Shang Lianyin asked him: "Because I am your brother?" So blindly praise?

Shang Yan was in a daze and nodded again and again: "Ah... because you are my brother."

Shang Lianyin: "Sure enough..." She was still too slack.

"Don't flatter me blindly. I know I have lacked practice for many years. If you don't do well, just tell me."

Shang Yan: "Ah...ah?"

Seeing him getting depressed and nervous, Shang Yan said, "No, no... I didn't praise you because you are my brother. You are really great. You learned so many things by yourself. You can have this It’s not easy enough.”

Ah... what is he talking about?

Why do you keep poking his scars?

Shang Yan wants to cry but has no tears.

God, let him die!

Why is it getting darker and darker?

"I mean you're awesome, you know?"

Shang Lianyin: "..."

He was slightly stunned, and couldn't help curling his lips when he saw him talking to himself, raised his hand to press his head, and rubbed his hair: "I see, let's continue, we have to hurry up before dawn Done."

Shang Yan's white hair was ruffled, and his body seemed to be planted with a bomb. He became quiet inexplicably, not daring to move.

There seemed to be a snare drum in his chest that kept ringing "dong dong dong".

He rolled his eyes and looked at him secretly.

Looking at his rounded auricles, superior jaw and Adam's apple sliding up and down, he unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Does he have any unreasonable thoughts about him?It shouldn't be!

That's his brother~

Wait...it doesn't seem like a kiss.

Shang Yan stared at him blankly, his eyes dark and blurred.

There are not many parts of the lyrics that need to be changed. Qu Zhong should have hired a special translator for the translation. The translators have their own ideas, and they obviously polished it themselves.

Now the main thing is the framework and melody, which must be greatly changed.

The tunes I have already learned are already memorized in my mind. The melodies are too similar and easy to confuse. If you sing wrongly on stage, it will be an oolong.

Rewriting a piece of music is obviously better than changing a piece of music under limitations.

It's just... the dance can't be changed drastically.

It doesn't take much time to learn a song. An ordinary person can learn a song for an hour or two, but choreography and dancing obviously take more time.

He had to match the song to the dance as much as possible.

Shang Lianyin quickly wrote the score and showed it to Shang Yan: "Can you see if there is anything that needs to be changed?"

Shang Yan sang along with the score: "Misuoso. Misuoso. Sosorasido..."

"Not bad, the sense of rhythm is very strong, the frame problem and the melody problem are solved."

"Then go record the song and try to finish it within two hours. In the remaining hour, we will go through the dance again. The song will be changed to this. It is impossible to completely follow the previous dance. The two of us will arrange it first and then find the dance teacher. Record a new one."

Shang Yan's hands trembling slightly while holding the music score: "I'm here to record the song? Do I still want to dance?"

Has he forgotten that he is a mentor!

Why can't he escape the fate of a trainee even as a mentor.

Shang Lianyin nodded heavily: "This song will have an accident. In the final analysis, it is because of your lax selection. You have to be responsible for this matter."

Shang Yan: "..."

"What you said is right, I have to be responsible to you." Shang Yan took the score to the sound engineer, who was already waiting.

Shang Yan has cooperated with him many times, and he completely trusts the teacher's skills.

The two rehearsed until two o'clock in the morning, and Lianyin's requirements were stricter than his. If there was a flaw, he would be asked to sing again.

He sang until his throat was smoking, and it depends on his face.

"Is this too difficult for you? Do you want to drop the key?" Shang Lianyin stood outside the recording room, put down the headset, and looked at him with a cold face through the glass.

He originally had a cold and beautiful face, but now he doesn't smile even more than usual.

Shang Yan felt an illusion of being taught a lesson by the teacher.

Are their positions reversed?

Why is it too difficult for a mentor to be asked by a trainee?

It is also required to take the initiative to lower the KEY.

Can he say it's difficult?Of course not!

He is a debut player!

"It's not difficult, I can still upgrade the key, the last time." This time, he passed it directly.

After the two recorded the song, they handed over the work to the later teacher and only waited for the song to be released tomorrow.

After recording, I rushed to the practice room to meet the dance teacher without stopping.

There are not many changes in the dance, only a few parts, and they were originally the original dance group of "fire", and they are very familiar with this dance.

A group of people finished recording the template, and it was already dawn.Shang Lianyin took a look at the overall completion of the demo, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Today's wages are ten times higher. Tomorrow, I will have a day off. Everyone has worked hard." Shang Yan turned to look at Guan Sheng, and signaled Guan Sheng to remember to pay people when the time comes.

Guan Sheng stayed up all night, his eyelids had already started to fight.

Sensing his sight, he quickly shook his head and went to send some backup dancers.

"Thank you, some teachers came to help record the dance, I will send you back home." Guan Sheng left with a few backup dancers.

As soon as they left, both Shang Lianyin and Shang Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and lay down on the floor exhausted.

Both of them were sweating, and their backs were almost wet, but they didn't care so much.

After staying up all night and exhausting the body, I have no energy to worry about other things.

"I'm just so tired a few days before every concert." Shang Yan raised the corners of his lips and looked at the ceiling. Tiredness seemed to be exhausting, but compared to tiredness, he felt that practicing like this made people hearty.

Shang Lianyin was lying side by side with him, tilted his head to look at him, and then quickly looked away: "Then you do it. Idol is very hard."

"Aren't you also an idol now?" Shang Yan turned over when he heard his words, and when he turned his head, he saw a stream of sweat slipping from his forehead and slipping into his hair in a slightly lying position.

His hair had grown a lot, and stubble had already appeared.

Shang Yan couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.

"Forget about being an idol like me." He twitched the corners of his lips, put his hand in front of his eyes, and his eyes were full of the movements of the dance just now.

"You don't want to be an idol at all? Since you don't like it, why do you work so hard to help them change the song and choreograph?" Shang Yan lay down on the floor and looked at him with his hands on his chin. He thought he never Got a little fun in there.

"I chose that song. They all entered this group because of me. If it wasn't for me, they could go to other groups without having to go through this. I have to be responsible for them."

Shang Yan: "..." You are so fucking great.

It turned out to be just because of responsibility.

If he wasn't interested in competing, he would have left long ago, so he wouldn't care about the life and death of this group of people.

"You have such a strong sense of responsibility, you will suffer in the future, and it is not certain whether others will appreciate you."

"Other people's opinions are not that important to me... I just want to be innocent..." His voice fell slowly, Shang Yan couldn't hear clearly, but when he got close to him, he saw his hand slipped from his forehead and fell powerlessly to the ground.

After a while, the breathing on the face became even.

He just lay there and fell asleep.

Shang Yan supported his chin with one hand, raised the other hand and carefully stroked his bristly hair: Why do you always take other people's responsibility on yourself?

His eyelashes are very long, closed like a small fan, drooping and casting a shadow in front of his eyes.

The bridge of the nose is as straight as a jade, and the person is deep and straight. According to the photo book, this kind of person is upright and loyal, which is the appearance of Fulu.

He has eaten all the hardships of his life, and he will be safe and smooth in the future...

Shang Yan's fingers landed on the tip of his nose, seeing the bright red lips, his Adam's apple rolled and he pursed his lips unconsciously.

He must have fallen asleep...

He suddenly sat up cross-legged, propped his hands on the ground, leaned forward slightly, and bent down.