Lu Jian was about to pick up the headset and call Qiao Qiao out, but found that he was sitting in front of the microphone and singing forever, and couldn't bear to interrupt.

"Listen and see." Mr. West Lake has put on the monitor headphones, "The a cappella is like a naked girl, all the beauty and all the flaws are visible at a glance."

"Can your metaphor not be so dirty?" Lu Jian shook his head and put on his headphones.

The ears exploded instantly!

Lu Jian only has one feeling, it is crisp.

Unlike Mo Xijun's sweet but not greasy, Qiao Qiao's voice was full of crispness and no slippery or sticky things. He was a boy who had just completed the voice change period, with clear and refreshing spirit.

This feels a bit like ASMR, with a refreshing and comfortable feeling. Qiao Qiao's voice directly stimulates human instinct through her eardrums.

Lu Jian felt like he was cleaning his ears, and he felt the satisfaction of a baby about to fall asleep.

Even though the skull was already very excited, Lu Jian still caught the middle-aged man in surprise: "Have you turned on the effect device? Or something else that will change the sound effect?"

"No, no, this is the original sound." After seeing the mixer, the middle-aged man looked at Qiao Qiao in surprise, "This voice... I can only find an analogy in the entire Chinese circle..."

A name has already popped up in Lu Jian's mind: "Wang Jie?"

"Wang Jie, who was particularly early, has to add an effect device to mention it... No, Wang Jie is still a little stupid... Qiao Qiao is not at all..." The middle-aged man thought to himself, "Oriental people have a little boring voice, it is difficult to be so crisp... If you can do this without an effect device, I can only think of the lead singers of the European and American bands."

Following the middle-aged man's thinking, Lu Jian also thought of something, and he gestured for a long time before he organized it into language—

"Does it look like two Justin combined?"

"Two Justin?" Mr. West Lake recalled the two voices.

"Mature Justin Bieber, and earlier Justin Timberlake, kneaded together."

The middle-aged man followed Lu Jian's guidance and thought to the heart. His expression suddenly raised and he slapped the table hard: "Yes, yes, that's the feeling! Just talking about the sound, yes!"

At this time, Qiao Qiao had already sang the chorus. Lu Jian and the middle-aged man immediately stopped talking, pressing their headphones tightly, for fear that the sound would escape from the gap.

"Who married you, the sentimental one~"

"Who comforts you who loves to cry~"

It is crisp and refreshing, like a boy's reverie.

It forms a sharp contrast with the original Lao Lang's thick and comfortable voice.

Lao Lang seems to be a mature brother telling stories from the past.

And Qiao Qiao seemed to be a boy lying on the desk, imagining an unknown future.

In the same song, different people completely sang different flavors.

The sadness was diluted, and the hope was a little stronger.

Although Qiao Qiao's singing skills are only 37, it's okay to control the pitch of this song, and her breath is acceptable. As for the technique of changing the tone, this song doesn't need it at all, so he just sang the original feeling of a boy.

"Who will tie up your long hair~"

"Who made the wedding dress for you~~~~"

Qiao Qiao ended in a drunken way. When she opened her eyes, she saw two stunned men outside the glass.

Before he could react, the middle-aged man said anxiously to the microphone: "Do it again."

"Clam?"

"Quick! Do it again and try recording."

"Oh...now? I'm going to record it?" Qiao Qiao put his hands on her chest, not knowing whether to be nervous or excited.

"quick!"

“What about the accompaniment…”

"Sing a cappella!"

Looking at Lu Jian again, he nodded hard at Qiao Qiao and signaled him to do it again from beginning to end.

Qiao Qiao then took a breath and nodded calmly. She didn't expect the recording to come so quickly.

He closed his eyes and played silently in his heart. After two bars, he began his first recording studio singing in his life.

This time, Lu Jian did not dare to be purely intoxicated by the pleasure of the sound. As a professional producer, he must restrain his desire to enjoy and try his best to capture the flaws in the sound.

Middle-aged people are concentrating on operating the mixer, with dozens of sliders and buttons on it, which can adjust the volume of the sound, compensation for high and medium bass, the power of each range, etc. They must control these in live recording, which has high requirements for people's skills, experience, talent and even intuition.

In short, it is to use all methods to adjust all details to make the singing more pleasant.

With the addition of the recording engineer's correction, Qiao Qiao's voice did have some subtle changes. The harsh feeling that originally appeared occasionally gradually disappeared. Between "clear stimulation" and "comfortable", Mr. West Lake has found a balance point.

But this is not perfect enough.

Qiao Qiao's voice is accurate enough, but it is unstable and a little uneven, so it is not as good as the original singer in this regard.

Keep listening...there is a flaw in the breath and the place of ventilation is wrong. This is too obvious, but this is also the best way to correct it.

Continue, Qiao Qiao is not going to break the sound when dealing with this song, but the place where the sound is received is too hasty and needs a little modification.

Finally, the equipment in this studio is too inferior, and occasionally there will be inexplicable current noises mixed in it, like a poor product that pieces together a bunch of old parts. Although it is good for laymen to listen to music and lively, it is unwilling to be based on professional singles as the standard.

Even if this song becomes popular, the music industry will definitely criticize producers and recorders crazily.

After Qiao Qiao sang again, she opened her eyes and looked at the two of them through the glass, nervousness and expectation coexisted.

Mr. West Lake was already sweating profusely. After pressing the stop button, he said to the microphone—

"I think it's OK."

"No." This time, Lu Jian stopped doing it. He took off his headphones and shook his head in distress, "Equipment, Equipment, Equipment."

"I was about to say this, but there was already an arrangement in my mind." Mr. West Lake also took off his headphones, and this time his expression was very serious. "I need a better guitar and cello."

Lu Jian shook his head vigorously: "No, no, no, Lao Lang can use a cello as a prelude to play, Qiao Qiao's version requires a violin and a harmonica."

"Musico? A good idea, we can all try it." The middle-aged man pointed at his feet solemnly, "But we only have a broken guitar. Can I make it with electronic music synthesis?"

"No, it's too different. I'll find a way. I'll try to borrow musical instruments." Lu Jian had already stood up. Without further ado, Qiao Qiao could start a training session. All the rest were hardware problems, that is, the boss's problem. Things cannot be delayed by himself.

"It's easy to talk about musical instruments, what about the shed? Where is the equipment?" The middle-aged man also stood up and pointed to the mixer and said, "Did you hear the noise just now?"

“It’s very harsh.”

"It will happen every minute. I'm going to collapse and I can't get rid of it!"
Chapter completed!