This star is from the earth

"You want to record a song?" the director asked in surprise.

"Can you, director?" Han Jue asked.

"Uncle, why do you suddenly want to record a song?" Zhang Yiman asked the question that the director also wanted to know.

"Well, probably in response to those things on the Internet." Han Jue shook his phone.

"You don't want to scold those people in the song, do you?" the director worried. He knows that rappers have the habit of attacking others in the song.

"That's not true, DISS will only add fuel to the fire and make those people high C." Han Jue shook his head.

The director still looked very uncertain. If watching Han Jue was not the main point of the show, Director Wang would have rejected it long ago. This is already a change in general direction.

Han Jue saw the director's appearance of weighing choices, so he said softly, "I should not be there in the next issue of "You Xi Ho."

Both the director and Zhang Yiman were surprised.

"But uncle, didn't you advance? That "Epic" is very good!" Zhang Yiman said anxiously after making sure that he did not miss the previous competition.

After Director Wang was surprised, he quickly realized that something must have happened to Han Jue and the company behind him. "You Hip Hop" may not have bitten Han Jue like he did.

Furthermore, Director Wang only felt that it was a pity that he only caught the hot spot of "The Rip Hop" for one issue.

"It's the company's trick." Han Jue didn't mind saying this kind of thing.

"Then, if I don't appear in "You Hip Hop" in the next issue, the audience will definitely be surprised. But if I appear in "Let's Love" and sing a song here..." Han Jue looked at the director.

Han Jue didn't finish his sentence, but Director Wang understood what it meant.

It won't appear over there, and the audience must be puzzled. Is there any personal reason for not appearing in the next issue despite being promoted? However, seeing Han Jue in this other program, is there something wrong or nothing? Is it the company's business or Han Jue's business? Then I heard that Han Jue sang a song, so I will definitely come to "Let's Fall in Love" to watch it out of curiosity.

In this way, not only can it catch up with the popularity of "You Hip Hop", but also the songs corresponding to those things and people on the Internet can also attract the attention of netizens.

Both Han Jue and Zhang Yiman have the ability to sing, the program team actually arranged for them an episode of [co-creation of a couple song] in the program outline of the whole season, but it was only a few episodes later. Now moving to the early stage is not too far away from the arrangement of the program group, so it is not a big problem.

The advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

After Director Wang made a decision, he looked up at Zhang Yiman and asked, "What do you think, Xiaoman?"

"I'm fine!" Zhang Yiman smiled and nodded.

"Alright then, where do you plan to record songs? Ai Du? Or Taili?" The director wisely did not include Han Jue's agency as an option.

"Let's go to Aidu." Sister Qin, who had been silent all this time, said. After listening to it for so long, Sister Qin already knew that this issue was very interesting, so she resolutely seized any opportunity to advertise the company. Maybe we can also let the artistes in the company hang around in front of the camera a few times, so just arrange a recording studio, no loss.

Everyone had no objections, so the director returned to the team to notify and discuss today's recording content.

After a while, a group of people marched to [Aidu].

Of course, Han Jue went by Zhang Yiman's car, and this was also the first time Han Jue got in a nanny car.

Han Jue leveled the seat, lay on the comfortable seat, and fell asleep comfortably.

No entertainer is complete without a nanny van. I don't know if I agreed to the blood-sucking company of Jinsha, would the nanny car I got be so comfortable. Will there be these small refrigerators, small TVs, small table boards... .

"Uncle, what song are you going to sing?" Zhang Yiman lay on another seat, turned his head and asked Han Jue curiously.

Sister Qin in the co-pilot seat and the assistant in the last row also listened with their ears pretending to be nonchalant.

"Well... it's for someone..." Han Jue said in a daze with his eyes closed.

"Who are you singing to?"

"A woman..." Han Jue's voice became softer and softer.

"Which woman?" Zhang Yiman also asked in a soft voice, but unconsciously squeezed the phone hard in his hand.

Han Jue didn't answer.

Han Jue fell asleep, and this time he fell asleep to his destination.

"Your car is so comfortable that you accidentally fell asleep." Han Jue was a little embarrassed.

Sister Qin smiled and said, "It's okay. If you also want to have your own car, just sign with our company."

Han Jue shook his head with a smile when he heard Sister Qin's words of "concealing evil intentions", and went into the company.

The vacant recording studio was quickly found. After the company heard about it, it gave the green light to let the program group use it, and appointed a producer to help. This producer used to be a singer with rich experience in variety shows. All added to an artist.

The program team had no reason to object, and was even happy about it, because they actually didn't think that Han Jue could independently complete the production of a song in a short period of time. So after setting up the cameras in the recording studio, the two cameramen were left behind and retreated to another vacant practice room.

That's how the recording started.

Han Jue and Zhang Yiman wanted to come in again from the door, even though everyone had greeted each other just now, they just had to come in again.

After a variety show session, Han Jue said that he wanted to record the song, and then acted vigorously. First, he asked for a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote the lyrics and musical notation on the paper. After finishing writing, hand it over to Zhang Yiman for her to practice. I discussed with the producer, then went into the recording studio, picked up the guitar and recorded the accompaniment of the guitar part first. It seems that the finished product is already in the mind, there is no need to modify it, and it will be passed if it is completed once.

Zhang Yiman carefully looked at the lyrics with only four lines in his hand. Thinking about the request Han Jue wrote next to the lyrics: [There must be a taste of memory].

Zhang Yiman, who switched to the music form, only has two words - [professional]. She didn't doubt that there were so few lyrics, and she didn't complain about Han Jue's inexplicable request, and she didn't care who these lyrics were written for. She just stood aside, pondering the singing method and feeling word by word.

On the other side, Han Jue was discussing the arrangement with the producer.

Fortunately, the arrangement requested by Han Jue was not complicated. Han Jue was in charge of some of the synthesis parts, and the producer personally took care of the piano and drum parts for the instrument part. Han Jue still had a saxophone part in his idea, so he asked someone from Yitong Company for help.

Everything seemed very hasty, Han Jue's request was very low, and the speed of arrangement and production was very fast. While composing the accompaniment, he also directed Zhang Yiman's singing feeling.

It made the program group doubt for a while, is it sure that such a "shoddy production" can produce any good songs?

The doubts of the program group were finally dispelled during the official recording.

After Han Jue finished the accompaniment, he let Zhang Yiman into the recording studio and started recording the song.

"Remember, it doesn't take much skill to sing with a sense of age." Han Jue said into the microphone.

Zhang Yiman in the recording studio nodded with a serious face and closed his eyes.

The producer on the side is in front of the computer, getting ready.

Zhang Yiman is usually stupid in front of Han Jue, a completely stupid girl who hasn't grown up. So much so that Han Jue almost forgot the other side of Zhang Yiman's career. Zhang Yiman, who is in full professional status, really made Han Jue realize what contrast is.

The aura that Han Jue felt when Zhang Yiman played and sang in the last recording, was almost forgotten when Zhang Yiman made fools again and again, and when Zhang Yiman spoke Only then did Han Jue know that the amazing feeling hadn't been forgotten by him, but was lurking.

【Like a drizzle falling down my heart

that feels so mysterious

I can't help but look up at you

And you show no trace]

Zhang Yiman's voice is soft and moist to the heart, but his lazily singing brings out sadness. Close your eyes and don't look at Zhang Yiman's young face, just listen to the voice, you can't help but think that the singing comes from a retro gramophone.

For Han Jue's current ears, listening to this kind of voice singing is simply a kind of enjoyment.

The producer next to him was used to it and just smiled with satisfaction. Zhang Yiman worked in the company since he was a child, helping the producers in the company to sing demo songs, sometimes he sang better than the later original singer, which destroyed the original singer's self-confidence. Soaked in such an environment, Zhang Yiman's singing skills are no longer comparable to those of his peers or contemporary singers.

"Yes, it's time to come out." The producer said it over and over again, and Han Jue had no objection.

After Zhang Yiman came out, it was Han Jue's turn to go in.

"Uncle, where's your lyrics?" Zhang Yiman asked strangely when he saw Han Juekong's hands.

"I remember." Han Jue pointed to his head.

It was the first time for Han Jue to see these professional equipment. Standing in front of the microphone, he finally felt like an artist. Han Jue looked curiously at the shock mounts, anti-splash shields, and these things, poking this a few times and poking that twice desperately. He didn't know that if these things were broken, he could pay himself to death.

"The preparations have begun." The producer outside reminded.

Han Jue took heart. He bowed his head and began to brew emotions.

He thought of the ignorance and bewilderment written by his predecessor when he was 8 years old in the diary. Thinking of that incident, as my predecessor grows older, it becomes a nightmare every year in the future. Thinking of what I saw today, this thing was consumed by out-of-control netizens.

Han Jue exhaled, gave a thumbs up, and listened to the lingering sax in the earphones, closed his eyes and began to sing:

[I haven't thought of those things for a long time backing today

I found that I have no more tears

I remembered my mother's words, I have to go down the stairs by myself

What the dark space can’t do is tremble]

...

[There is no half sentence left, only a suicide note

The uneasy plot seems to be staged as an art]

...

[Wake up one sunny afternoon and be frightened by everything

Nearly empty gas tanks and closed windows

The woman with her warm hands

grab my throat and ignore my cough

Plus a swollen tongue from gas poisoning

That smell still makes me sick

This story may have been a mistake from the beginning

Wrong person, wrong spouse, wrong marriage, wrong me]

...

What is more sad than a sad story is that the protagonist of the story is in a tragedy, but he no longer feels sad.

Han Jue used the tone of a bystander to tell the focus of discussion on the Internet, and told the story that happened to him as if he had exposed his scars. It was bloody, but calm as if he was telling someone else's tragic story.

Through a glass, Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue, who closed his eyes and frowning, and listened to the sad and powerless voice, tears blurred his vision and couldn't wipe it clean.

The music outside the recording room was recorded and conveyed to another room. Directors, screenwriters listened and watched quietly.

A group of staff members who were doing other tasks lowered their voices when they heard the calm and undercurrent, and the atmosphere in the practice room was very quiet. Some of the staff who had been talking about Han Jue behind their backs stopped what they were doing, feeling blocked, and did not dare to turn their heads to look at the monitor screen.

[About two hours after waking up from the blur

The dripping blood flowers keep falling down

The blade sliced ​​through her wrist and neck arteries]

...

Xiao Transparent pulled the mask over her face, buried her head in her knees, and kept shaking her shoulders.

The screenwriters passed around tissues and quietly wiped away their tears.

Director Wang sat on the ponytail, leaned back, pressed down the brim of his hat, and his burly body shrank on the ponytail.

The main creators are not happy about the expected ratings of such a work at the moment. They sigh and just want to pat that handsome young man whose heart has been broken into powder on the shoulder.

Tell him the worst will pass.

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Recommended song: "That Woman" - JR Fog

A sad story.

(PS author's words: I recommend everyone to listen to this song, so that you can understand the protagonist a little bit.)

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