equal loudness curve

Friday is already the last day of rehearsals, the progress bar of the singer and the band has reached 90.00%, and the next official recording is expected to be completed in one go.

"Dinner together tonight?"

Tang Zhuo saw that he had just finished the mixed sound elective course and was rushing out of the classroom when he was stopped by Xiao Hui. He turned his head and said, "What do you eat?"

"hot pot."

The word "good" was about to come out but was swallowed back, Tang Zhuo saw numbly said: "I have a recording tomorrow, so I can't eat it."

"Hey! That's a pity, what have you been busy with for two days? You can't even eat hot pot? It's super delicious. Now that I think about it, my saliva is about to flow out." Xiao Hui said. Regretfully, he patted Tang Zhuojian's shoulder, saying it was a pity, but smiled with a bit of showing off in it.

Tang Zhuojian didn't want to pay attention to his slight expression at all, and said coldly: "I'm busy with rehearsals, okay, then I wish you the chrysanthemum bursting." , strode away.

"Immortal Banban, I hope you can't eat hot pot and have chrysanthemums burst!" Xiao Hui was not to be outdone, and when Tang Zhuo saw that he was far away, he murmured a few words, "God's don't bring Ha Laozi in the game, but why don't you play?" Do you have any roommates?"

Tang Zhuojian was not so embarrassed when he went to the recording studio today, at least it was something that could be carried with one hand.

It is the Toblerone chocolate that he brought back from his trip to Switzerland. Each chocolate is packaged in a triangle shape like a coin purse, and there is a pendant on it. It is said that it is the Matterhorn that symbolizes the Alps. Tang Zhuo Jian likes this taste. So I brought a lot of them back, but I just put them away and forgot them after I got back.

"Wow, I like to eat chocolate, can I have two?" Wen Haishan came to open the door, his eyes lit up when he saw Tang Zhuojian, and when Tang Zhuojian handed him the small gift, he continued to say happily Thank you several times.

"Take a few more, it's enough." Tang Zhuojian smiled at him, like his big brother doting on his little brother, Wen Haishan's heart was pounding when he saw it.

"Brother, you are so handsome." Wen Haishan boasted.

Tang Zhuojian coughed: "Thank you." Suddenly the problem that bothered him came up again.

Whether fans like his face or his song.

"How old are you?" Tang Zhuo Jian thought of a topic and asked him.

"Seventeen."

"So small?" Tang Zhuojian was a little surprised, "Then what are you doing here?" He remembered that the name of Wen Haishan was the only one in the personnel list that Li Shirui gave him back then, so he misunderstood that this place is permanent There are only four of them, but I have been seeing him in the past two days and seems to be a part of this place.

Wen Haishan had already opened a package, stuffed the chocolate into his mouth, and replied vaguely: "Producer intern, I'm learning production from Teacher Tang, Tang Moyan, and help them solve some trivial matters by the way."

Tang Zhuojian understood: "Oh, it's just a handyman."

"Hiss..." Wen Haishan bit himself, no, it wasn't the big brother who dotes on the little brother, it was the devil.

The lights inside the recording studio were still on, but there was no one outside. Wen Haishan followed Tang Zhuojian, took a look inside and explained, "They should be entering the foley room, you can sit down for a while."

"Foley room?" Tang Zhuo frowned when he saw it, oh, that small recording studio that was suffocatingly closed.

Wen Haishan nodded: "Well, the place where the sound effects are recorded, but we also call it the psychological counseling room, because the boss is really super responsible, and he will infinitely magnify all the small problems that appear in the recording. When it’s easy to say something, I’ll go into the little black room.”

Wen Haishan liked Tang Zhuojian very much, so he told him more: "He is really responsible, although sometimes he doesn't like to talk, he likes to talk to others, and he is still a badass, but you don't have to worry, you are his client , he probably won’t hate you.” Wen Haishan’s expression twisted a little at this point, as if he had thought of something bad.

"Ah, and if you have any problems with the recording, or if you have any problems that will affect the recording, you can talk to him. He knows a lot, knows everything, and will help you solve it."

Even though the entire recording studio is often beaten to the point of breaking down by Bie Han, Wen Haishan still likes Bie Han very much, even though he can't say enough about him.

"Okay, got it, thank you." Tang Zhuojian expressed his understanding, and then watched Wen Haishan leave.

Tsk, entering the small black room, he thought it was some kind of special treatment, but it turned out to be a public class.

Tang Zhuojian sat quietly on the sofa, unable to feel the waves in his heart at all.

After waiting for a while, the door opened, and Bie Han walked in from the outside, and saw Tang Zhuo Jian nodded slightly to him, followed by a dejected man.

"I'm sorry to say goodbye, teacher. I'm really not in a good state today. I wasted your time." The man said so.

"Well, come next time." Bie Han said lightly, and when he passed by Tang Zhuo Jian, he saw a large pile of chocolates on the table, and raised his eyes and asked, "Is this today's tribute?"

"..." Seeing the corner of Tang Zhuo's mouth twitch, he didn't say a word, and finally just nodded with difficulty.

That's right, I will pay tribute to you as a Living Buddha.

Yes, I just left in a hurry and forgot to buy a few sticks of incense by the way.

That's right, eat it while it's hot!

You're welcome, there are plenty of them!

Tang Zhuo saw that he had already thought of 270 three kinds of words to go back, and they all stuck in his throat, and finally turned into a respectful fake smile, watching Bie Han take a piece and go away.

"I'm sorry that I won't drink so much and stay up late before I come next time. I'll go back and make some adjustments, and I'll ask you about a convenient time on WeChat."

"Ah."

The man took the score from the recording studio and apologized to Bie Han before leaving in a hurry.

You said, what can two people do in a completely enclosed space?Talk about life and ideals?

Neither of them spoke. Bie Han saved the project files and closed the recording software. He leaned back slightly on his chair, lazily playing with his mobile phone. He didn't speak, and Tang Zhuojian couldn't speak.

Not long after, the door was opened, Zhu Qunfei walked in with a smile on his face, walked up to Tang Zhuomian, saw a pile of chocolates in front of him, his expression changed again and again, and finally said awkwardly: "Are you officially recording tomorrow?" gone?"

Tang Zhuojian looked up, with some doubts on his face: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"When will you come next time after tomorrow?"

"Huh?" Tang Zhuo couldn't understand why Zhu Qunfei asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Zhu Qunfei nodded, and said seriously: "You can come back after a while, you bring something every day, I weighed myself this morning, and I gained two catties!"

"..."

That's what he said, but Zhu Qunfei still consciously accepted the chocolate handed over by Tang Zhuojian.

"I didn't say that, what about haha? I really don't need to bring these in the future, so I feel embarrassed." Zhu Qunfei said while unpacking, with no embarrassment at all on his delicate face.

Bie Han turned his attention away from the phone, and said with a sneer abruptly, "Excuse me? Okay, let's do it this way, how many times Tang Zhuojian sent things, how many gifts do you give him on behalf of our recording studio? ? Do you feel less embarrassed?"

"Damn it, you're a jerk!" Zhu Qunfei was angry.

"I am, how about it? Get your things and go do your business, don't stay here with me." Bie Han waved at him with disgust, "I'm annoying when I see you."

"Come on, I can't tell you!" Zhu Qunfei turned his head and left, planning to come back and fight him to the death when he can beat Biehan.

As soon as Zhu Qunfei left, Tang Zhuojian asked Bie Han in a joking tone: "Has he always been like this?"

Bie Han raised his eyes: "Well, I'm familiar with you, and I'm not a bad person."

"Have you always been like this?"

"Me?" Bie Han raised his eyebrows and put down his phone, "What about me?"

When Tang Zhuo saw the word "bar" on his lips, he immediately changed the sentence and gestured with his hand: "Just, workaholic, you are working every time you come here."

Bie Han turned his head and laughed, then turned his chair around to face Tang Zhuo Jian: "Well—how should I put it, for me, work is also a kind of rest."

"Is that a workaholic?" Tang Zhuo Jian defined it arbitrarily, and completely put aside the topic of bullshit.They all regard work as rest, and it is scary to think about it, "Are you a Capricorn?"

"Ah."

"Sure enough." Tang Zhuojian looked clear, "So you never travel, play basketball, or play games?"

Bie Han thought for a while and said: "When I was studying in the United States, I basically went to all the places I wanted to go in the world. When I played football, I sometimes went out to play football, and sometimes I played games."

"What are you playing? Eat chicken?" Tang Zhuo saw that most of the people around him were playing chicken, especially during the time when it was the most popular, when passing by an Internet cafe, almost a row of computers were all playing chicken interface.

"I've played it, but I'm not interested." Biehan said, "I prefer games with a strong sense of plot, or games with a unique game background and worldview." For Biehan, games like Chicken Eats are a kind of fast food In the game, if someone asked him to form a team of two and four, he would play together for a while, but he would never open it when he was alone.

"Oh?" Tang Zhuojian's eyes lit up, talking about the strong sense of the plot and the magnificent and unique world view, "Then you must play Blizzard's games?"

"Well, I can play StarCraft 2, Storm or Overwatch."

"Where are the monsters?"

"Played before."

Tang Zhuojian finally smelled a bit of the blood of a normal man in Bie Han, otherwise he would really be "cold" like his name, but he has a different surname, maybe he knew what kind of personality he was, and let him Don't be so nonchalant.

"I play Overwatch, let's play together when I have time." Tang Zhuo Jian said.

Bie Han smiled softly: "I'm in the US service, come?"

"...You have already returned to China, apply for an account on the national server, and play together when you have time."

"Ah."

Bie Han agreed casually, and Tang Zhuojian also listened casually, not thinking that he would really apply for an account on the national server to play. After this recording is over, whether there will be a next meeting is a problem.

In fact, there is no problem with the cooperation between the bands. The main work is Tang Zhuojian's vocals. The director has always asked them to play together because he plans to perform this theme song at the film conference.

Maybe it was because it was the last day of rehearsal, and as soon as the band members entered, several strangers came.

No, there is another person Tang Zhuo Jian knows, their dean.

"Don't work hard on you, teacher." A middle-aged man came in and shook hands with Bie Han, turned his head and saw Tang Zhuojian who hadn't entered yet, his eyes lit up, and immediately walked up to him, "Are you Tang Zhuojian? Lao Tan often mentioned to me that there is a genius named Tang Zhuojian in their school this year, and I have also heard you sing, you are really awesome, you have worked hard."

Tang Zhuojian couldn't cope with this kind of situation the most, so he bowed slightly respectfully and shook hands with him: "Hi, thank you."

Dean Tan took a step forward and explained: "This is the director of Shata, I want to listen to it today."

"Okay." Tang Zhuojian nodded.

Before Tang Zhuojian entered the recording studio, Bie Han said to him: "Go in and ask Ma Yi to change the moving coil for you, and then sing according to your own live level."

"Okay." Tang Zhuo saw that he didn't ask why, so he sang whatever Bie Han asked him to do.

Outside the recording studio, Bie Han was still sitting on the same chair, surrounded by a few middle-aged men, they were laughing and saying something, but Tang Zhuo couldn't hear him, picked up the microphone, and felt like he belonged to the stage come up.

Music is playing in the earphones.

Live singers hold the microphone with one hand most of the time, and the other hand will move according to emotional changes, but it is different in the recording studio. The microphone is stood there on a stand, and the hand is empty. Different from the scene, most of the situations cannot be adapted in a short while, so Tang Zhuojian suffered a lot in the past two days in the recording studio.

Holding the microphone is different, it makes him feel like he is on the stage, and he doesn’t have to pay attention to the things that must be paid attention to when recording, and just sings by himself.

The result was very good. The director said to Dean Tan directly outside the recording studio: "It's ok, young man, it's much better than the ones in your school. It sounds good. I like this one, it's suitable! Satisfied!"

Dean Tan was also happy, and asked Bie Han directly: "Is it officially recorded tomorrow?"

Bie Han nodded: "Yeah."

The director waved his hand: "I think we can record today, it works very well!" After speaking, he glanced at Biehan's screen, the recording software on it had already recorded dozens of tracks in red.

"Have you already recorded it?" the director asked.

"Ah."

"Can this be used?"

"The band is fine, but the vocals are not." Bie Han said, "The band can be exported, but the vocals have to be re-recorded separately."

Although he didn't know why, the director felt that the effect was very, very good, but he still respected the professional's opinion. He nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, it has been taking up your time for the past few days."

"Nothing." Bie Han asked him to greet him more, signaled everyone in the recording studio to come out, then turned off the vocals and listened to the band accompaniment again.

Perhaps it was because the director was here today, the whole sound was close to perfection. Pressing pause, Bie Han said indifferently: "The band doesn't have to come tomorrow, Tang Zhuojian will come to record again."

Tang Zhuojian was stunned for a moment, then nodded, without saying a word.

Hearing this news, the band was relieved for a while, and they all came out to listen to the director's official thanks.

"Now the film's later stage is almost over, and the file will probably be set around the Lantern Festival next year. At that time, you will be notified that the premiere will be over and there will be a live concert." Before leaving, the director told Tang Zhuojian.

"Ok."

After getting a satisfactory answer, the director and the band members left one after another. There were only three people left in the lively recording studio just now. The contrast was sharp.

Ma Yi poked his head out from the inside of the recording studio, checked to make sure everyone else had left, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "So many people, if you ask me questions, I'm nervous and I can't understand. Now I'll go to Tang Mo Yan over there to rest for a while."

"En." Bie Han nodded.

Bie Han checked all the audio tracks again, listened to them, and made sure there were no problems, and saved the project file again. Then he turned around and saw Tang Zhuojian who had been sitting quietly behind.

"Do you want to record now or tomorrow?" Bie Han asked him.

Tang Zhuojian raised his head: "It's all right."

Bie Han pondered for a moment, turned off the track of the dynamic microphone used by Tang Zhuojian just now, turned on the condenser microphone used for recording again, and said, "Go in, and I will tell you the problems that you should pay attention to when recording."

"it is good."