equal loudness curve

Living in Chengdu, the pace is very slow, but after the seven-day vacation, a large number of people still have to return to work. Except for Biehan, several other people from ELC were wandering outside with the Eternal Group. When they sent a message to ask, they found that they had actually gone to Yading, Daocheng.

"Didn't they only play near Chengdu? Why did they go to Daocheng?" Tang Zhuojian was sitting on the sofa outside the recording studio. He had just practiced songs in the recording studio for more than an hour, and now he came out to rest for a while.He flipped through Zhu Qunfei's circle of friends, from Mount Emei to Mount Qingcheng, to Dujiangyan, and finally flew directly to Aden, Daocheng. Each circle of friends was full of nine pictures, including landscape photos, photos of him and Li Shiguang, and There is a group photo of more than ten people, they really are... a tour group by themselves.

Sitting in front of the computer, Bie Han nodded slightly: "Well, let's make a temporary decision."

"Hey." Tang Zhuojian was very interested, "Zhu Qunfei and Li Shiguang are together now?"

Bie Han thought for a while, but was not sure: "Yes, you can ask him and you will know."

Tang Zhuojian flipped through Moments for a while, put down his phone, read the score again for a long time, looked up and asked, "Is there any problem with my singing now?"

"What question?" Bie Han didn't know what he wanted to ask.

"It's the scene and recording studio, skills, feelings, etc." Tang Zhuo Jian asked seriously, but made Bie Han laugh.

"Please, I'm just a recording mixer, not your vocal teacher. Shouldn't you ask your professional teacher?" Bie Han said with a smile. How to show the best state, or how to make people sound more professional and natural, but that is only in terms of auditory effects. Professional teachers still need to teach.

Tang Zhuojian covered his face with the music score, and he was silent. He wanted to ask a professional teacher, but Tang Zhuojian never mentioned the specifics of this matter to Bie Han. If it can be solved perfectly, it will be over. up.

"If you want to ask about other aspects of your major, I can give you some advice." Bie Han continued, and then Tang Zhuojian took down the score.

"Tell me." Tang Zhuojian is very serious when it comes to professionalism.

Bie Han thought for a while and said, "I think your biggest problem right now is the way you sing. People remember your voice after listening to it once because your timbre is very special, but you are destined to sing more. It’s a very special song, otherwise it’s the most common song. At present, your suitable style is more independent, and your tone is very cold, with a strong sense of freedom and ease in it, so...you should I seldom sing songs that are not so deserted, like Funk, Jazz, or FutureBass, which has become popular in China in recent years, and I must have never been in contact with gangsters and Trap, right?"

Tang Zhuo saw that the whole person was sitting upright, and nodded seriously after listening: "I... can't control it."

"I didn't let you control it." Don smiled coldly, and threw a piece of chocolate from the workbench, Tang Zhuojian reached out to catch it, "I want you to try how to change the timbre, not only from the position of the sound, but also from the feeling, It is always useful to try a style of music that you are not suitable for, and learning is like this, with depth and breadth.”

Tang Zhuojian peeled off the chocolate, swallowed a piece, and nodded.

Tang Zhuo saw that he was very wild in his heart, but on stage he was quite well-behaved. He was not nervous and had an aura, but he never learned those swaying and coquettish movements.

"Sand Tower" has been very popular on the Internet. It is a film about the period of the Anti-Japanese War. The director has made many good films. The starring roles are also several powerful stars. Someone who can bring in a lot of box office.

Three days before the Lantern Festival, the band members who had met during recording met again, and rehearsed for three days in the recording studio. In fact, they didn’t need to rehearse that long at all. Afterwards, they only practiced twice in the recording studio. After a while, I practiced again. I had already performed the ensemble. This time it was only half a year before I needed to review it. But the director attached great importance to this part of the program and the movie, so he asked for three days.

"How much money did you earn in three days?" Tang Zhuojian came out and asked Bie Han a question that he had never thought about before.

Bie Han didn't pay much attention to it, and replied casually: "5000 for an hour."

"..." Tang Zhuo blinked and did a quick mental calculation. They stayed in the recording studio for almost 4 hours a day, 3 hours in 12 days, 12 multiplied by 5000, what...

"So you just sit here, or you don't have to sit here, with a net income of [-] in three days?" Tang Zhuojian was still thinking, can he spend [-] a year?

Don't take it lightly: "1? Is that much?" You must know that Tang Moyan and the others cost [-] a minute for film soundtracks, and sound effects and sound mixing are even more expensive.

Tang Zhuojian smiled and approached him: "Then do you want to give me flowers?"

He made Bie Han laugh, stretched out his hand and stroked his hair pamperingly, and replied: "Rose? I'll buy it for you later?"

"..."

Pre-study also costs money, and it’s all about paying back as much as you learn.

Tang Zhuojian rolled his eyes at Bie Han, turned around and went back to the recording studio to continue rehearsing.

On the day of the premiere of "Sand Tower", Tang Zhuojian woke up naturally after falling asleep. When he woke up, Bie Han had already left. The day before, he said that there was a recording.So he made himself something to eat, washed his face and brushed his teeth, turned on the speakers and practiced singing at home for a while.At two o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Zhuojian appeared at the premiere on time.

They contracted the entire theater, and a protective fence was erected outside the theater. Security guards stood a few meters away, surrounded by fans, holding banners, holding aids, and some carrying DSLR cannons, waiting. My idol appears.

Tang Zhuojian sat in the car they specially sent to pick him up, and went in through the staff passage of the theater.

A row of railings was temporarily pulled up at the front of the movie hall at the premiere, and a red carpet was laid underneath. The band's instruments and seats had already been placed, and there was still an empty space in front of it.The staff hurriedly walked back and forth to confirm the matters on the scene.

Tang Zhuojian was led to a room that was temporarily converted into a dressing room, where he met several artists.

"Come, sit here." The makeup artist greeted him, so Tang Zhuo Jian went straight over there and sat down.

"Let me make a primer for you first. Your show is at the end, and there should be more than three hours. You can rest here." The makeup artist looked at Tang Zhuowian carefully, and then began to apply primer on him.

Tang Zhuojian was sitting upright, the strong light from the mirror in front of him dazzled his eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work." He said earnestly.

This room seems to be a relatively small dressing room, not many people, even the most famous artists are not there, there should be other rooms.Tang Zhuo saw that while waiting for the base makeup to be applied, the makeup artist went to do it for someone else, so he took out his mobile phone to play.

"Well, it doesn't look good. Why do you keep doing hairstyles I don't like?"

Tang Zhuojian raised his eyes and saw a boy next to him who was very dissatisfied. He rubbed his hair twice and said, "Do it again."

The hair stylist also seemed embarrassed, so he could only explain: "This way is to match your clothes today."

"It's not worthy, it's not good-looking, you have to do it again."

Others gave the hair stylist a wink, so he re-negotiated with the boy on the seat what kind of hairstyle he needed.

After a while, a person with a staff sign came in and hurriedly said: "It will start soon, and we are all ready to go."

The process is that the main creator makes a speech first, then the actors come on stage, and the movie is played. When the ending subtitles of the movie are released, the recorded version will be replaced by a live performance, and then the production team will appear on stage.

When several actors went out, someone took a look at Tang Zhuojian, and when Tang Zhuojian raised his head to look back, that person looked away and left.

There were fewer people in the dressing room, and there were still a few staff members left, so Tang Zhuojian just sat and looked at his phone silently.

There are many photos of the entrance of the theater just now under related topics on Weibo. Many fans raised their hands to welcome their idols. The most conspicuous person in the middle raised his head to greet them. The scene was chaotic.

It seems that the group of fans outside just now has received someone they want to watch.

Except for popular artists, the topic of those old dramas is much more deserted. Some fans took photos, but the update speed of these supporting artists is far less fast.

"Here it is." The door of the dressing room was opened, and a familiar voice came. Tang Zhuojian looked up, then stood up, and called out respectfully: "Dean."

Dean Tan is also in his forties. Perhaps because of his major, he is much more energetic than his peers. He came over and patted Tang Zhuojian on the back: "It's about to start over there, let me take a look first." How are you preparing for the song?"

Tang Zhuojian nodded: "No problem."

Dean Tan looked Tang Zhuojian up and down, and said with a smile: "After the new year, why did you gain weight? The food at home is so good?"

"Ah?" Tang Zhuojian froze in place, fat...?He doesn't seem to eat anything very fat, but he likes to take Biehan to accompany him to eat hot pot at night, eat skewers, or have a candlelight dinner in a western restaurant, and he is in a good mood to go out for some barbecue in the middle of the night... ok , he understood.

Dean Tan has always liked Tang Zhuojian very much. He thinks that he is professional, good and sensible, and he is the best teaching achievement in recent years. Apart from listening to Li Shirui blowing a lot of evil wind, he admires Tang Zhuojian very much.

"Haha, I'm just kidding, it's better to be fatter, just don't look like Xiao Hui, but I heard that Xiao Hui has lost weight recently." Seeing that he didn't speak, Dean Tan immediately explained to him.

Tang Zhuojian didn't think too much, and said with a smile, "Then I'll run a few laps when I get back today, trying to lose weight before school starts."

Dean Tan laughed when he heard this, and he patted Tang Zhuojian on the shoulder: "Okay, I'll go there first, there are many reporters and media outside, we are partners, and I will definitely not be able to take care of you later, a bunch of people want to Cope with it, you are alone, perform well by yourself." Then he leaned next to him and whispered, "Strive to become a blockbuster."

"it is good."

Watching the dean go out, Tang Zhuojian sat back to his original position, holding his mobile phone, bored.

"You are, Tang Zhuojian?"

When someone called him, Tang Zhuojian looked up and saw that it was the hair stylist who had just been reprimanded. He nodded, and the other party was obviously more happy. He shook his mobile phone: "I follow your Weibo."

"Thank you."

"You acted in this movie?" He continued to ask, wondering why Tang Zhuojian appeared here, and why he didn't go out.

Tang Zhuojian shook his head slightly: "No, I'm going to sing the ending song later."

The other party suddenly realized.

"So it was you who sang that song!"

Tang Zhuojian didn't ask him why he said that, but just returned a gentleman's smile, then looked down at his phone again.

Tang Zhuojian is polite and indifferent, he is easy to win the favor of others, and he is also very good at rejecting people thousands of miles away.

The hair stylist looked at Tang Zhuojian, hesitant to speak, but hesitant to speak.

The film and television company he belongs to is a sponsor of "Shata", so two not-so-famous artists from his own company were promoted to take two roles that are neither important nor important. Everything in the episode is counted in it, so he accidentally heard the theme song, and was even more surprised to hear some rumors from his colleagues. It was not a good rumor, but it was about the singer of the theme song. to this singer.

It's just that he seems a little cold, even though he has no pretensions when he speaks.

From here, one could faintly hear the sound of someone speaking with a microphone, applause, laughter, and even the fans outside shouting something in unison. Tang Zhuojian just waited silently, putting on his earphones to listen to the song.

He could feel that someone was looking at him all the time, and he didn't pay much attention at first, but then he raised his head and met the hair stylist.

"Uh..." The hair stylist looked up at the sky in embarrassment.

Tang Zhuojian pulled off the earphones and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

The hair stylist still hesitated, and then he asked tentatively, "Do you know Yuan Weiyi?"

"I don't know." Tang Zhuojian replied very simply.

"Which company are you signed with now?" he continued.

"Sorry, I'm still in college and I haven't signed a company."

"Student?!" He was taken aback. No wonder Tang Zhuojian's identity should have been investigated.

"Well, so, what's the matter?" Tang Zhuojian felt a little strange, every move of the makeup artist was very strange, so he asked directly without doubting it.

The make-up artist thought for a while, looked at the scattered people in the room, as if they were not paying attention to himself, so he lowered his voice and said in a very small voice: "If you meet a person named Yuan Weiyi, Get away from him."

This was a reminder from a stranger who met for the first time. Tang Zhuo couldn't understand the twists and turns, but felt that something must have happened that he didn't know, so he nodded: "Okay, thank you."

Afterwards, the two of them sat back in their original positions and stopped talking. When the viewing started, the artists who had left all returned to the room, and the room suddenly became full and noisy again.

The makeup artist came over with a suit for Tang Zhuojian to change into, and began to formally put on makeup and hair for him.

Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, until the staff came in to inform: "Tang Zhuomian, Tang Zhuomian is here to prepare."

"Okay." He stood up and followed out.

When the door was closed, the two entertainers in the door looked at each other in dismay.

"Tang Zhuojian? Is that what Lao Yuan said in private last time?"

"Is it? I don't know either."

Tang Zhuojian met the musicians of the band at the entrance of the movie hall, and greeted them one after another. On important occasions, they all wore formal costumes, and even teased Tang Zhuojian that they looked handsome in formal clothes.

The two-hour movie was coming to an end, and more than a dozen people had quietly entered the scene, each taking their positions. Tang Zhuojian was standing in the very center of the front of the viewing hall, holding a microphone in his hand, but his track on the mixer was still on. Not being opened.

It was very dark below, and no audience noticed that someone had already prepared under the darkness, but from below, they could clearly see the faces of everyone in the auditorium, including the production team, producers, actors, film critics, media, and entertainment circles. And some prominent figures in the film industry, the entire audience can count down to 500 people.

Tang Zhuojian took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly.

The screen behind him went black, and from the first frame of subtitles, the band behind him began to move.

At first people thought that the original sound was playing. In line with the principle of respecting the production team, no one spoke and waited for all the subtitles to be finished. But when Tang Zhuojian picked up the microphone and spoke, the light directly above him was turned on, illuminating the entire band. There was a small uproar from above.

The singer was the one standing at the front, and all eyes were on him for a moment. From the time he spoke to the end of the section, everything below was completely quiet. From the beginning of the interlude, there were occasional whispers, asking what was going on? Whoever praises this singer is good, or just indulges in his singing, of course, there are two other gazes, one stares straight at the person in front, the inner calculation is completely settled from beginning to end, and the other nods in satisfaction , Whispered to the next seat: "This is my daughter-in-law."

Tang Zhuo saw that he sang very steadily, and he was still calm in front of hundreds of audiences.The overall tone of the movie itself is dark, and his timbre adds a sense of depression to the whole song.

Following the last scene on the screen, the theme song "Shata", singing: Tang Zhuojian, the song is over, and the following applause is greeted. The band members stand up, and Tang Zhuojian stands at the front, leading all the members to bow.

Then the headlights in the cinema hall were turned on, the band and singers left one after another, followed by the director's speech.

After Tang Zhuojian came out from the side door, he went directly to the dressing room just now to change back his clothes. He didn't know what he was going to do later. He planned to sit here for a while and wait for the whole show to end. He should be able to leave after saying hello to the dean up.

He was sitting in the original position, but suddenly there were two people standing behind him, Tang Zhuojian raised his eyes, and saw the appearance of two people in the mirror, one of them said: "Hello, are you Tang Zhuojian?"

"Yes, hello."

These two seem to be some supporting characters in the movie, and one of them was the one who just had a little friction with the hair stylist.

After the two people got the answer, they didn't say anything more, they just smiled at him and walked away.

... Poisonous.