This star is from the earth

Han Jue and his so-called partner made an appointment to meet at one o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

The two tacitly avoided the meal time, and eliminated the possibility that if the process was delayed until the meal time, the two of them would have to discuss while eating. Although Han Jue had no impression of Saw's performance, he was not so generous enough to get along well with a person who showed his aggressiveness to him.

The meeting place was a coffee shop not far from the community where Han Jue lived, and Han Jue agreed after hearing it.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, when Han Jue walked to the cafe according to the navigation, the cameraman arranged by the program team was already in the cafe one step ahead of him.

There are not many customers in the coffee shop, and a small number of customers who don't mind the camera are used to seeing the camera shooting, and they don't make a fuss.

The saw was already in the cafe, and when Han Jue went in, he saw the saw facing the camera, introducing the features and selling points of the cafe, while the owner of the cafe stood beside the saw.

Han Jue stood and listened for a while before realizing that he chose this place because he was advertising for a friend. He thought that the program team thoughtfully arranged it near his home so that it would be more convenient for him to come.

Han Jue rolled his eyes and found a seat for himself to sit down.

When passing behind the photographer, Han Jue and Saw Zi looked at each other. Han Jue told the other party with his eyes: [I'm here].

Saw quickly glanced at Han Jue, and replied with the same eyes: [Got it].

I hate each other.

Saw ended the advertisement and took the photographer to sit at Han Jue's table. The boss is going to prepare drinks, AA.

Without unnecessary pleasantries, Saw directly took out his mobile phone and said, "I've already made a song, listen to it."

Han Jue took out his earphones and was about to plug them in. When the cameraman asked to put them on, Han Jue clicked on them.

A relaxed rhythm sounded, the rhythm played by jazz instruments.

It sounds just right in a cafe, without breaking the harmony.

Both jazz and rap are rhythmic music, and jazz rap, which is different from the underground aggressive genre, belongs to the most popular genre of rap in the past life or in this world.

Yes, the saw is making use of its strengths and avoiding its weaknesses.

Saw analyzed Han Jue's strengths, and even contacted several people last night, inquired about several people in the circle, and finally found out that Han Jue often went to a [Seven Mile] bar to perform recently, and a bunch of foreigners Mixed together to play rap, the style is very hard. Even if Sawzi looks down on Han Jue as an idol, he still has to admit that Han Jue's hard core and old school are really good. Then, with the lyrics written by the shooter Han Jue found, playing these styles, he will be really good in the end. It might not be possible to beat him.

No no no.

Saw thinks his jazz rap is not bad, and he has never heard that Han Jue has played this genre with a softer style. So I thought, compared with Han Jue's strengths that both of them are good at, it's better to bet on Han Jue's weak areas with jazz rap.

So, Saw Zi found out the jazz rap song all night, and brought it to Han Jue to listen to today.

And one take is seven.

Han Jue remained silent, playing the songs on the phone one by one.

After playing all the pieces, Han Jue already knew what the saw meant. This all-jazzy tune didn't give him a chance to choose at all.

"Are there only these songs?" Han Jue frowned, flipping up and down to refresh, trying to find some hidden songs, but there were only these after swiping.

"No, I'm better at jazz rap, I'm definitely going to show my best performance to compete with you." Saw said helplessly. Drinking a sip of coffee, the expression is very difficult, very reasoned.

If Han Jue is given enough time, he can make his own music. If there is jazz, there is jazz, and if there is old shool, there is old shool. It's a pity that he doesn't have time, and he doesn't have a music library in stock, both of which are flawed.

"If neither of them knows how to compose music, wouldn't the program crew provide the music?" Han Jue looked at the cameraman.

Saw looked calm.

"Yes, there is, but the quality will not be very good." The photographer in charge of shooting Han Jue's group is a veteran, and he answered Han Jue based on his past experience.

The atmosphere froze here.

If Han Jue insisted on choosing mediocre songs from the program group regardless of his partner's "best" type, then Han Jue would definitely be sprayed to death. Now it depends on whether Han Jueken is willing to wrong himself.

"Yes, the jazz is the jazz." After thinking for a while, Han Jue said that he believed that his head was strong enough, and that the talent of his predecessor was good enough.

Saw put down the cup, his eyes widened, and he couldn't hide his surprise.

Han Jue is not aimless. In the current situation, jazz music with saws is the most acceptable. It is fine to ask Xiaofan, Wang Man, or even the company, but if you get the song, you owe a debt of favor. Not to mention that the debt of favor is the most difficult to repay, Han Jue worries that the debt of favor will eventually become a bondage.

Anyway, relying on the musicality of his predecessor, Han Jue is not worried that he will not be able to play the new genre.

In Han Jue’s view, rap is music without melody, most beats are written by others, and only the lyrics are left for rappers, so lyrics are the most important criterion for judging the value of a rapper. The only standard.

Compared with the content, Han Jue is worthy.

Thus, the cooperation between Han Jue and Saw Zi started smoothly.

Han Jue and Saw Zi shared the time of a song equally. Then Han Jue copied one of the songs and left. It was agreed that the next meeting would be the last day in the recording studio, when the two parties would bring out the lyrics they had prepared.

Even if the meeting is over this time, the photographer thought he could take a picture of the conflict between the two people, but he didn't show up. I was a little disappointed, but today's task was easily completed, and the photographer happily left the cafe up.

Saw watched Han Jue leave, still a bit in disbelief, feeling like he was dazed and dazed, as if God had covered the curtain in front of his eyes and forgot to open it.

When Saw was on his way here today, he had already thought up plan one and plan two to force Han Jue to agree to set the song as a jazz rap song.

He thought that Han Jue's reaction would be angry, he would reluctantly compromise in front of the camera, and finally reluctantly agree after his explicit and insidious temptation. But I didn't expect that I would follow suit and agree.

The owner of the coffee shop came over and saw that there was only Saw, a little strange, and asked Saw with his eyes:

Didn't you agree to let me sit down and say a few words about Han Jue for you? What, it's not the right time for me to come?

The boss thought the timing was wrong, so he prepared to turn around and walk back to the counter to prepare for the next appearance.

Saw hurriedly beckoned the boss over.

"What about your partner?" the boss asked.

"gone."

"Are you guys breaking up? So fast? Lie is the one who raps, and he doesn't even stand in front of the camera."

"No, that idiot agreed."

"Oh, that's not good, it's just a pity that my acting skills have nowhere to show." The boss scratched his head and made a pose, which was a pity.

"I'm worried that there is a conspiracy here." Saw Zi said depressedly, he really couldn't think of where Han Jue would play tricks.

"You're a cunt, are you still worried that you won't be able to handle him?" The boss despises the saw.

"Oh, that's true. We came out of the ground, and it's not easy to get a vase?" Saw immediately put aside his troubles.

"You should think carefully about your words. Killing that bitch will probably be interesting."

"Hand in hand, hand in hand. Everything is in the plan." Saw looked out the window, took a sip of coffee, as if he was the male protagonist in a TV series, and he was sure of winning.

...

On the third day, Han Jue and Saw met in the recording studio.

The two went to the recording studio where the music director was, and briefly discussed the stage effects, mainly rehearsing for the music distribution and transitional parts.

The part of the lyrics is very confident, and I didn't show it with all my strength during the rehearsal, but I just recited it silently in my heart following the rhythm. Feeling OK, I left the recording studio confidently.

Han Jue stayed inside for a while before coming out.

Han Jue was born in the field of song production. He humbly asked the music director how to make the performance more contagious, and whether it would be better to add sound effects to the arrangement. After listening to Han Jue's rehearsal, the music director did not hesitate to give Han Jue more help.

"You wrote this song well." The music director praised.

"Thank you." Han Jue thanked the general manager generously in the face of the compliment, instead of humbly saying [nothing]. After all, he himself is very satisfied with this work, and it is best to thank others for their approval.

"You have an economic company now, right?" the music director asked.

"some."

"Is it about to expire?"

Han Jue just smiled.

"You are very promising in rap."

"It's only temporary." Han Jue didn't explain whether this temporary refers to the future or any other temporary.

"You can consider coming to my company." The music director invited.

The assistant staff who operated the equipment took a peek at Han Jue. Every year, the music director will pick a few good seedlings in "You Hip Hop", and those who are picked out will all have their own world in the rap circle.

It's just that Han Jue is an idol.

"I'm serious, we can find another time to chat." The music director smiled and invited Han Jue.

"Okay, I will seriously consider it." Han Jue nodded.

The music director did not continue on this topic, but continued to revise Han Jue's performance.

Han Jue used up a full hour, and Han Jue didn't leave the recording studio until the next group was about to come in.

Everything will wait for the third round of assessment tomorrow.

When Han Jue walked out of the recording studio, a heat wave hit his face, and after a while, sweat dripped from Han Jue's forehead.

Feeling the exhaustion of body and spirit, Han Jue let out a breath. This feeling of wholeheartedly focusing on one thing is really fascinating.

Everything is in plan.

Jazz rap is the author's personal favorite style. The lyrics are more humanistic. Finally, I would like to thank the friends who collected this book and voted for their support for their support!