Lu Jian put down his cell phone and looked at the middle-aged man with a little dissatisfaction.

"Sweet in the south, salt in the north, each with its own flavor." The middle-aged man was already wiping his mouth, "I'll eat anything anyway."

After saying that, he opened the music editing software on the computer and pulled the microphone holder in front of his mouth.

"What are you going to do?" Lu Jian was a little scared.

"I really made three versions of the song yesterday."

"It's okay to listen to music, what are you doing with the microphone?"

"I need someone to sing." Mr. West Lake blinked his big eyes and looked at Lu Jian. His thick and stupid voice, combined with his smooth and slender thighs, was really terrifying.

Lu Jian tilted his head and didn't dare to watch him: "No need to sing, I'll make up for it."

"My voice is very accurate." Mr. West Lake raised his black-framed glasses seriously.

"It's not a matter of sound."

"Okay...who made you the boss?" Mr. West Lake patted the seat next to him, "Sit here."

"It's better not to be too close."

Mr. West Lake picked up the monitor headphones next to him: "But the headphone cable is so long."

There is no way, the Lv.1 level recording studio is so tight.

Lu Jian had no choice but to sit beside Mr. West Lake and put on an unknown brand of oversized headphones. Of course, he did not dare to look directly at the middle-aged man's lower body.

The middle-aged man also put on his headphones, and after typing a button, he closed his eyes and leaned down on the chair to appreciate it, while at the same time he showed his beautiful legs unscrupulously.

Why does such a person have a pair of women's legs?

No, don't look at him, don't think about this boring question.

The light guitar sounds, and the first one to play must be the most satisfactory version of the musician.

Mr. West Lake closed his eyes and shook his fingers and said, "This song requires the initial feeling. The guitar is my first instrument."

"Don't talk!"

"Hmph, vulgar."

Lu Jian closed his eyes and listened quietly.

The guitar is played well, the strings are just right, not show off or pretend, and the artistic conception is in place, a bit like the prelude of "Cyclone Wood", light and elegant.

Because the main melody has not been added yet, just listening to the arrangement and accompaniment, it feels a little empty, like a beautiful field of flowers, and I always feel that there should be a girl in it to be comfortable.

A violin solo is connected between two songs, like a breeze blowing through the flower fields, melodious and comfortable.

In the second paragraph, you can clearly hear the scent of emotions. There is a deer bumping around the guitar string, which changes its tone from time to time, but it does not affect the main melody singing.

Finally, the guitar quietly closed its strings in the softness of the dream, as if it was falling asleep.

"Not bad." Lu Jian opened his eyes and looked at Mr. West Lake, nodding repeatedly, "It's the feeling I want. Because it's a demo, I endure the poor sound quality."

Although it feels very good, this version is actually a bit of noise, and the sound effects other than guitar are even more unsatisfactory.

"Demo? No, it's the final version." Mr. West Lake spread his arms and glanced at him, "This pile of broken equipment can only be like this."

"..." Lu Jian frowned slightly, "The question is later, what do you think of this version personally?"

"It's less grand and more gentle. Compared with the original song, it's probably difficult to become a classic."

Lu Jian didn't mind this: "Classics are like great men. They were brought to you by the times, so don't be too obsessed."

"Then listen to the second version. When it comes to becoming a classic, the second version is more promising." After Mr. West Lake operated on the computer, he put on his headphones again, and his slightly bloated body became restless.

What should come will always come, the rock version.

The electric guitar and bass replaced the guitar, and a cathartic force rushed out of the headphones.

Lu Jian tried to listen to this version, not that the arrangement was not good, but that he was poisoned by himself and always thought about Mo Xijun's performance during the International Song. That was simply terrible, and because of the sound quality, it became more dry.

If the first version belongs to a graceful girl, the second version is a monster old cannon.

"Don't like it?" Mr. West Lake had already understood Lu Jian's expression.

"Well, many songs can be adapted into rock, but this song is not suitable and must be sung by the demon."

"Then let's go to the warehouse first." Mr. West Lake skillfully operated it, pointing to a hard drive cabinet in the corner of the recording studio, "It's stored there, and you can take it out at any time when you need it."

Lu Jian looked at the cabinet, which was about the size of an ordinary double-door wardrobe. There were many hard disks in the form of an array, and it should be a group of small storage servers.

This is a sure thing. This is a modern digital recording studio. Unlike traditional analog recording studios, all sounds are processed through digital software. There is no need for tapes or film. If there is no special need, you will not see vinyl records from beginning to end.

Thanks to modern technology, the final song's "master belt" will be just a few hundred megabytes of digital file. Although it lacks the sense of ritual in the physical object, it is really convenient.

"How many master belts can be stored in the current space?" Lu Jian asked casually.

"A few thousand songs." Mr. West Lake has released the third edition, "I like this very much, listen."

"Um."

The third edition is a light piano version, which is very playful, with a bright rhythm, clean accompaniment, and a bit blues inside, but it is not yet defined as blues music.

Lu Jian took off his headphones, and there is no need to say much about Mr. West Lake's talent. Lv.1 is like this, I really don't know what kind of monster it will develop into in the future.

"It's not bad, but we use the first version."

"Divid people?" Mr. West Lake gestured, "The first version of the girl's words, the third version of the boy, and the second version of the old cannon."

Only then did Lu Jian remember that when the creative task was issued, Mr. West Lake was dancing and forgot to explain to the singer.

"The singer has confirmed that a girl who is similar to the original singer, but is not very different, not so dreamy, and more friendly."

"A girl like that..." Mr. West Lake thought for a moment and nodded quickly, "The first version is indeed good."

Lu Jian took a photo of Mr. West Lake and stood up: "At about the time, I brought her to the audition and left her a few audio tracks?"

“Three.”

"Only three?" Lu Jian asked in surprise, "Isn't this a digital recording station? There should be at least 128 audio tracks, right?"

Lu Jian’s question is reasonable, because modern recording studios are digitally produced throughout the entire process and are no longer limited by the storage of traditional tape records, which greatly expands the song’s tracks.

Generally speaking, each instrument has a unique track when playing. Depending on the complexity of the music arrangement, these soundtracks may occupy 1 to 100 tracks, leaving the rest to the singer.
Chapter completed!