equal loudness curve

On the second day when Tang Zhuojian went to the recording studio, before he arrived at the recording studio, he swept through three or four dessert shops, bought a whole 25 boxes of tiramisu, and carried a huge bag in full view, walking steadily He walked towards the 39th floor with a blank expression.

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"I like tiramisu, can I have two boxes?"

"can."

……

This plot is a little too familiar.

But in fact, this is an inexplicable habit that Tang Zhuojian has developed, and he is so used to it that he has already ignored this habit. It is not a bad thing to benefit but not to waste.

Looking at the whole table of tiramisu, the sweet and greasy smell permeates the whole room, next to him are the petrified Zhu Qunfei, the dumbfounded Ma Yi, Tang Moyan who has lost the ability to speak, Bie Han holding his forehead, cautiously excited Wen Haishan.

More than just a bird, the crow is synonymous with embarrassment.

After a while, Bie Han coughed lightly, breaking the silence: "Eat less dessert."

"Well, I promise not to buy desserts next time." Tang Zhuo made a gesture of swearing after hearing the words.

Bie Han was speechless, and said calmly: "You don't need to buy anything next time, just come and rehearse."

"Oh, okay."

After the other three people reacted, they each picked a box and sat on the sofa to eat tiramisu happily. Halfway through eating, Zhu Qunfei suddenly raised his head: "This cake is quite romantic, brother, you really have a heart."

"Huh?" Tang Zhuo saw that Zhu Qunfei didn't get it at all, he just wanted to buy a cake, but the first shop he went to had the most tiramisu, so he bought it, but it wasn't enough, and he went to several shops one after another .

So Zhu Qunfei began his half-knowledgeable explanation: "Tiramisu, a kind of dessert in Italy, means to take me away. When couples give tiramisu to each other, they hope that the other party will always take me with them, no matter where they go." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Ma Yi and motioned to him, "Right?"

He was deliberately and seriously trying to cover up the Northeastern accent in his tone, but he couldn't cover it up, so he brought a comical effect to this explanation.

"Hey?" Tang Moyan began to applaud calmly beside him: "Well, I finally restrained your Zhu's Northeast dialect."

Zhu Qunfei glanced at him, and snorted: "C'mon, what a fool, Ma Yi, how about tiramisu?" After speaking, he touched Ma Yi.

Ma Yi raised his head silently, and suddenly said in a very slow voice: "Well, well, actually, tiramisu means pulling me up in Italian."

"God is playing?"

"Tiramisu, pull me up."

"Didn't you take me away?"

"That's a beautifying ingredient, and the literal translation is pull, I, up, come." Ma Yi said while making a pulling motion.

"Fuck? So unromantic?"

"Well, besides, tiramisu has something to do with brothels and sex."

"Fuck?"

"Um……"

The tiramisu that Zhu Qun flew to his mouth fell down.

For a moment, Tang Zhuojian seemed to see Xiao Hui in Zhu Qunfei.

"I was cheated for 20 years as a co-author?"

"You can continue to think that he meant to take me away, so that you can convince yourself that you are not being deceived." Wen Haishan answered the conversation casually while eating beside him.

"Wen Haishan, if you don't get a roof tile for three days, cut you off!"

When Zhu Qunfei stood up and was about to beat Wen Haishan, Bie Han lightly knocked on the table, without saying a word, and then fell silent.

This was the second time Tang Zhuojian saw Zhu Qunfei, he looked him over carefully, and suddenly sighed.

If you only listen to the voice, you will feel that Zhu Qunfei is a standard northeastern man, but in fact...

Zhu Qunfei is very good-looking, very good-looking, yes, there are even some male and female faces, very similar to the face of the Korean little fresh meat on the cover of the magazine, when he is not talking, he looks like he has found his first love, gentle and elegant, very delicate, When I smile, it feels like spring is here.

But that's only when he doesn't speak.

Sure enough, God is fair.

Today's rehearsal was a little bit better than the day before, maybe it was due to adaptability or not, at least Tang Zhuo Jian knew that Bie Han was watching him, so he was not as nervous as yesterday.

After a few times, Tang Zhuojian came out to drink water, Bie Han glanced at him indifferently and asked, "Is it better?"

"Ah."

"Take a break."

"it is good."

This kind of recording studio is used for rehearsals, which is considered a luxury for Tang Zhuo Jian, but since it is the work of a large crew, it is not worth mentioning.

Thinking of this, Tang Zhuojian suddenly remembered that Li Shirui asked him to go to Bie Han's contact information, raised his head and glanced at Bie Han secretly, took a deep breath, and then gave up.

He still can't do the kind of thing that deliberately wins someone over for a certain purpose. If there is a chance to exchange contact information, it needs the right time, place and people, not to mention that he has actually joined Biehan's WeChat.

Even though it's blank there.

Tang Zhuojian sat quietly on the sofa and rested for 10 minutes before being called in by the band to continue rehearsing.

Tang Zhuowian, who has entered the state, is very different from the day before. At least when he picks up the microphone, he is a singer or a poet, the only black in the flowers, the wind sweeping in the wilderness, Turbulent and treacherous.

At that time, Bie Han was attracted by such temperament.

I don't know why, but I can hear a strong loneliness from his voice, which has nothing to do with the timbre or singing skills. Those emotions seem to paint a gray portrait in front of my eyes. The gray world inside is full of fragrance and despair.

At that moment, Bie Han thought of a sentence: I have wine, do you have a story?

"You have a good voice." At some point, Tang Moyan stood behind Bie Han, listening to the rehearsal sound from the monitor speakers, sighed, and pulled Bie Han out of the world of artistic conception.

"Yeah." He replied calmly.

What Bie Han thinks is lukewarm is not the same in the eyes of his friends who get along day and night. Tang Moyan smiled maliciously: "Why? Like it?"

"like."

"Yo huh? Cough." Tang Moyan choked on his own saliva. He didn't expect Bie Han to admit it so quickly. He thought it would be a cold answer like "it's just that the tone is very special", but after thinking about it, okay? , in fact, I like it very much, especially those who compose and arrange for them. Sometimes I can’t find a sound that is as perfect as my own works in my life. Occasionally I meet someone I like, and I have already written 180 songs in my heart, waiting to be plugged sang to him.

"No wonder you are still interested in watching other people's rehearsal here." Tang Moyan joked.He really couldn't stand the daily noise of Zhu Qunfei and Wen Haishan, so he ran to Biehan's place. The old man couldn't stand the trouble, but he didn't expect to find a surprise here. For the past two days, he has kept Tang Zhuo indifferent It's a sin, but I haven't really heard him sing, it's a sin, I should bring the two people over there to appreciate it.

Bie Han shrugged, leaned on the chair with his legs crossed, looking lazy and useless, and said in a low voice: "Anyway, I have nothing to do, and they will record here in a few days to see if there are any problems, and they can be resolved sooner." Solved, when the time comes, we will finish the recording directly.”

"Your wishful thinking is really good." Tang Moyan sneered, "Oh, by the way, can he sing English songs?"

"how?"

"I'm going to start making an arrangement right now. The client is from Iceland. The style of music is neo-classical. He gave me the lyrics and music, and asked me to help find a singer. You know that singers are easy to find, but good timbres are hard to find. Well, just now As soon as I came in and heard it, I got goosebumps, it must be him, this is simply God sent me here." Tang Moyan said, the big circle is like this now, there are countless people who can sing, and countless good singers , but the timbre is extremely characteristic and well sung, so it is too difficult to find, in short: hard to come by.

Bie Han had no objection, he took his chin and gestured inside: "Ask him yourself."

"Okay! When they're done, please keep him for a while. I'll treat him to dinner tonight, and you can join me."

"Ah."

Tang Moyan was still standing behind him. After listening for a while, he asked the question that had never changed for thousands of years: "Our ELC... when can we develop further?"

Bie Han frowned and shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't thought about it."

"Zhu Qunfei said when he was chatting with me last night that he really wanted his works to be recognized, but the chances were too few, and that mentally handicapped man couldn't stand it emotionally." Tang Moyan sighed.

"Well, I'll think about it." Bie Han replied indifferently.

ELC was jointly established by several of them. In addition, it has been a few years at home and abroad, but it has always stopped at the current scale. The core has always been Biehan alone. He doesn't know how to get these brothers to come out together. , I don't know how to change the status quo, and there is no opportunity, this problem can only be shelved again and again.

No musician thinks that only he can appreciate his works, but Biehan can't think of a better way at the moment.

Except for Wen Haishan, who is still studying, everyone in ELC can be independent, but that is not enough. They are a whole, but they are like a mess.

When Tang Moyan went out, the rehearsal had just finished in the recording studio. Bie Han opened the microphone channel and said lazily: "The second string of the viola group is about thirty cents lower, tune it yourself. "

The sound was transmitted to everyone's earphones in the recording studio. Everyone in the viola group looked at each other in dismay. As soon as the oboe sounded, they immediately listened to see if there was something wrong with their piano. On the right, your piano."

Being directly called out, the person was a little embarrassed, and immediately listened carefully to the standard pronunciation, and adjusted back the few cents that had escaped.

The difference in strength was too far, Tang Zhuo saw that he turned his head stiffly.A dozen people heard that a certain string in a piano of a person was out of tune by [-] cents. This is a monster.

Music is usually calculated based on semitones. Two adjacent white and black keys on the piano are one semitone, and each semitone is divided into one hundred cents.

Tricky.

Originally thought it was over like this, Tang Zhuojian just squeezed the microphone, and heard Bie Han say: "Tang Zhuojian, you can try to control the dynamics of the voice."

"Huh?" He was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and asked, "All of them?"

"It's mainly the second paragraph. Big emotional ups and downs don't mean you have to have big volume ups and downs. This is not a scene, so there is no need for such exaggerated dynamics."

Bie Han instructed him, so he listened obediently, and sang along with Bie Han's wishes twice, and continued to sing with the band after improving.

Talented, singing, and intelligent.Bie Han hooked the corners of his mouth imperceptibly.

Very good, such a person will not be so tiring to guide.

Earlier than yesterday, when the rehearsal was over, it was time for dinner, and they greeted each other one by one, and the band members left one after another. When Tang Zhuojian was about to leave, Bie Han called out: "Tang Zhuojian."

"What's the matter?" Tang Zhuojian paused, turned his head to look at Bie Han, because his voice was still a little hoarse at this moment after singing the song all afternoon.

"Let's eat together." Bie Han said bluntly.

"Ah?" Stunned, they really couldn't find a suitable way to invite them to dinner with this kind of relationship.

Tang Zhuojian secretly glanced at the time, 06:30, eight o'clock team, there is still an hour and a half, is it too late?No, there are no team fights these two days.

It's over, he is about to become an Internet addicted teenager, and his whole body is exuding Yang Yongxin's favorite smell.

Seeing him hesitate, Bie Han asked: "Is it inconvenient?"

"No, it's fine, it's fine." Tang Zhuojian immediately waved his hand.

Forget it, I took a few days off anyway, so I can't stop facing Bie Han just because I'm a little nervous.

Even now he doesn't understand why he is nervous.

Different from when he was singing, Tang Zhuo was surrounded by loneliness when he was singing. Others could only watch the black water sparkling in the pool and the thick clouds rolling in his reflection, unable to move forward. When he came out, the clouds disappeared , Caiche District Ming.

On the whole, Tang Zhuojian can be regarded as a sunny boy, even though he is not willing to admit it.