I walk the career line in dog blood

An Yinong gave up the theme of "Poetic Life" after pondering for two days, and chose "No Tomorrow" which is very difficult to express. Both the guests and the staff were a little surprised.

No, it should be called shock and incomprehension.

The song he wrote before is quite complete, and the pure music version can even be called a masterpiece.

Hearing that the song was going to be changed, the arranger teacher was even more regretful than the creator himself. He repeatedly confirmed: "Do you really want to change the song? There is only one day until the final performance. Are you sure you want to change the theme?"

"determine."

"Is he crazy?" Zhang Ruojun didn't understand.

This theme is very difficult to create, and it is the most difficult to grasp among the three themes.What's more, there are only a few hours left in a day. In such a short time, he has to write a complete song and song, and he has to work with the band, and finally he has to show it on stage...

There is simply no time!

No matter what other people guessed or thought, An Yinong did not change his decision.He locked himself in the karaoke room, didn't eat dinner, buried himself in recomposing the music, refilling the lyrics, and perfecting the deficiencies over and over again.

"...Life is like a post, and you can live up to the tea, soup, and good weather." Thinking of the past, An Yinong suddenly stopped writing.

"What is the host laughing at?"

"Remember that suicide note."

"What suicide note?" The system asked strangely, "Host, do you want to write a suicide note?"

An Yinong shook his head: "It's not the present, it's the past. After three pages of rambling, the last thing is a thousand thoughts and never giving up. I will die when I die. My teacher has no children, and he is not young anymore. How can a white-haired man send a black-haired man? So he doesn’t want to die anymore.”

"Tao Ran's wrist has left the imprint of the blade. If he succeeded at that time, the autopsy report would probably write 'suicide'. No autopsy report will say: This person died of excessive mental stress, died of being strangled by fate Throat.

"If anyone in this world could see through the truth, they would know that it wasn't suicide, it was murder."

He lowered his head and wrote stroke by stroke: "Zhao Ze, and those rotten people in the name of love, have been committing murder all the time, but the victim will stay and criticize everyone."

Recalling the past and thinking about the present, many inspirations flooded into my mind.The despair and pain he had experienced in the past were all condensed into ink on the tip of the pen.

When a person has the desire to talk, writing songs is also very fast.At nine o'clock in the evening, he had initially completed the new song.

"Teacher, can you take a look for me?" An Yinong found the arranger teacher.How to make use of the characteristics of different musical instruments to enhance the melody so as to achieve the best effect, you still have to find an arranger teacher.

The arranger teacher was already going to sleep, and now he accompanied him to the karaoke room with tea: "Sing it briefly and I'll listen to it."

An Yinong stood there and sang the song again.

The arranger teacher's expression changed from calm to stunned: "You really finished this in three hours? I don't mean anything else, I just want to say...it's very good!"

"I thought the previous "Homeland in Dreams" was amazing enough, but I was still mad at you for temporarily changing the song. No, it was me who was stupid." He picked up the score, "This is not a song to show off skills, but its difficulty It’s not low. The singing skills are a little bit weak, and it’s not worthy of its lyrics. How can you write such a song at a young age? It seems that the life of the last year has had a huge impact on you.”

An Yinong just laughed, what affected him was not a year, but nearly ten years, a silent world without any hope.

"Without the last two paragraphs, the whole tone of this song would be gloomy and hopeless. However, it is this deep darkness that can highlight the intensity of the final hope."

"Have you ever thought about what instrument to use?" the arranger teacher asked.

"Guitar." An Yinong replied.

An Yinong thought that the arranger teacher would object, but unexpectedly he nodded with a smile: "This song doesn't need an overly noisy background music, and it happens that you can also play the guitar, so it's very good, and it won't overwhelm the audience."

An Yinong also laughed, the topic changed temporarily, and he was under a lot of pressure.But isn’t that what songwriting is all about, expressing feelings and venting emotions.

The time quickly moved to the third day. After a short break-in, all the guests were familiar with their songs and were ready to sing on stage.

They packed their luggage, then got into the car of the program team, and drove towards the TV studio, staggering at the waves of the manor staff.

In fact, their program is ready to be broadcast on TV at this time.

It was recorded two days ago, and after being edited by the editor, the adjusted and modified video will appear on the TV in ten minutes.

After the first half of the recording is over, they will officially go on stage. At that time, it will be a completely live broadcast.

In the car, An Yinong closed his eyes to rest his mind, Zhang Ruojun was still familiarizing himself with the song, and the three resident guests were making final preparations.

The working group at the front remotely directed the staff to clean up the scene and arrange for the audience to enter the arena—the guests only had half an hour to make up after they arrived, and the time was very tight.

"Director," the assistant director of the studio reported to the chief director, "Suddenly there are many young audiences in the audience, and they all seem to be Zhang Ruojun's fans."

"What's going on? Isn't the audience randomly selected from all age groups?" The chief director frowned, and suddenly a group of young audience came, and they were all fans of Zhang Ruojun. He knew something was wrong.However, the live broadcast will start soon, and it is unrealistic to replace people at this time, and it will cause riots.

"Someone moved these places."

The veins on the chief director's forehead twitched: "They will be happy if this program is cancelled." He took a deep breath and asked, "What percentage of these people are there?"

"About a third."

This really crossed his bottom line. One-third of guest fans happened to be the maximum number the chief director could tolerate.

"Fortunately, our variety show mainly depends on the judges' scores, and the back camera is less for the audience."

"Ok."

The car quickly arrived at the parking lot of the studio.

"Hurry up."

Most of these artists brought their own assistants and managers, and at worst they also had an assistant with them.As soon as the car door opened, the guests went backstage surrounded by their assistants, only An Yinong dragged the suitcase calmly.

When he walked slowly into the dressing room, all three seats were occupied, and An Yinong needed to wait for a while.

He didn't care too much: "I won't wear any makeup, today's theme is not suitable."

Today, he kept his emotions in a state of depression.These gray and painful emotions have been suppressed all the time, and the best place to vent and talk is when I actually sing.So he had reservations in the previous few auditions.

An Yinong's lifeless look made Zhang Ruojun's manager on the side feel bored, so he curled his lips.

"Ruojun, how do you feel?" The manager said with a pun. In the past three days, he was quite frightened outside, for fear that their cheating would be discovered by the program crew.

"Very good." Zhang Ruojun nodded.His songs and lyrics are written by professionals. Although the time is too short to write handed down works, there is no problem with passing.

Hearing this, the manager was relieved, and he took another look at An Yinong. This young man who suddenly became popular was now shrouded in darkness, like a light that was about to be blown out in the darkness.

"Could it be that he gave up despair completely because he couldn't create a qualified song?" the manager guessed in his heart.

While the guests were preparing, the audience was entering the arena one by one.

Tang Yu stepped into the separate VIP passage slowly. He was dressed in a neat suit, with a beautiful rose pinned to his chest, with a smile on his face, as if he was about to attend his own wedding solemnly.

At the other end of the corridor, Zhao Ze, dressed in black, also walked in, his footsteps were fast and hurried, like bullets.The expression was also a little different, it didn't look like he was here to listen to a song, but rather like he was coming to hunt.

The two met unexpectedly at the corner.

Zhao Ze looked at Tang Yu: This is the man who pried his corner and let his bird go.

"It's you, I've heard about you for a long time, Young Master Lu. Oh, no, it should be Mr. Tang." Zhao Ze straightened his cuffs, with a half-smile on his face, "Mr. Tang is so resourceful and tolerant, which is admirable. "

Some time ago, Tang Yu made a strong appearance with a posture that no one expected, and quickly swallowed some of the best quality fresh meat from the 'Huanyu Group', which directly attracted the attention of several local groups.

Zhao Ze originally wanted to repeat the old tricks to cause some trouble for his company, but he did not expect that this person had a certain clean energy patent and was planning to start production locally. The city government protected him, so he couldn't move.

"Mr. Zhao, you are a very busy person. I heard that all the projects you invested in recently have made money?" Tang Yu had a fake and polite smile on his face, "If you are so busy, why do you still have time to watch variety shows?"

"Where is Mr. Tang busy? After Huanyu Group declared bankruptcy, Mr. Tang ate the biggest piece of meat. Who in the industry won't praise the saying 'a tiger father has no dogs'?" Listen to the song?" Zhao Ze also satirized him.

Tang Yu's smile became even brighter: "He invited me to come, no matter how busy he is, he will come. I also want to thank Mr. Zhao for his adult beauty." Without Zhao Ze's eyesight, how can there be a chance for someone to come later?

Zhao Ze's heart ached from his smile, and recalling the scene of An Yinong driving away in his car, he almost couldn't keep his smile on.

"It's too early to say thank you. If it doesn't work out in the future, Mr. Tang will be embarrassed."

"Whether it's successful or not depends on your heart and sincerity. If you eat from the bowl and look into the pot, it will definitely not work." Tang Yu smiled contemptuously, and stepped into the VIP passage.

Seeing his complacent appearance, Zhao Ze's expression was almost distorted.

In fact, Tang Yu's heart was not as full of confidence as he showed. An Yinong didn't invite him to come, nor did he treat him differently.

He was just his ex-boss, or barely a friend, and nothing more.

Tang Yu didn't tell about his secret help, even though he despicably thought countless times that he could take advantage of it.

It's not like a businessman to do nothing in return again and again.

Afraid of losing his trace if you are too far away, afraid of losing yourself if you are too close, anxiety, apprehension, anticipation, and fear, bitterness and sweetness are intertwined.

During this period of time, Tang Yu tasted the lovesickness that he hadn't experienced in the past 20 years.

"If only love were as simple as business."

When VIP users are seated, ordinary audience members are also seated.

Among the crowd, wearing a black hat and mask, Tao Ran followed the flow of people with his head bowed into this not-so-small studio, and sat down in a corner at the far end.The agent sat next to him.

Tao Ran raised his head to look at the stage. He was very thin, his face was pale, and only the eyes were still extinguished.