Chapter Thirty-Three Daddy Lyricist: I'm not worthy
Sony recording studio.
Wang Jianing put his hands in his pockets, walked to the door, and poked his head in: "Are you here?"
The musicians waiting in the recording studio nod their heads.
Wang Jianing shrugged, whistled, and left again.
Soon Zhao Qiao, another gold medal composer from Sony, walked to the recording studio and looked around: "Not here yet?"
The musician shook his head: "Why don't you form a group and come over? If you don't mind, come and ask me individually later."
Today is a big event for Sony.
In the past two months, the man who has defeated many Sony songwriters countless times is coming.
After An Lan broke through in the first period, Liu Jianxi asked Sony's songwriters to write songs for An Lan.
Then, An Lan will send a demo for each issue.
According to Liu Jianxi, if the song written by Han Zhou is not good, then use the song written by his own people.
But every time.
The songs written by Han Zhou are all better.
Among Sony's songwriters, who didn't have a great time? Who didn't have a few or even a dozen good songs that are familiar to the audience, many of which have won numerous awards.
However, in the past two months during the recording of "Tomorrow's Superstars".
They were hit repeatedly.
The best among them are Wang Jianing and Zhao Qiao.
Wang Jianing is a songwriter, a top-notch composer and first-class lyricist. He was once the royal composer of Sony's diva Suri, who was good at composing lyrics, and they have collaborated with her for many years.
Zhao Qiao is a top-notch composer but a second-rate lyricist, so Tang Jie, who has been collaborating with him, is regarded as a quasi-king, but he is only one move away from the king.
These few times, both of them wrote songs for An Lan.
But after listening to Han Zhou's song, the two knew they had lost.
This time, Han Zhou was coming to Sony to make live music, so the entire creative department was in a sensation.
Everyone came to watch the excitement and see how awesome Han Zhou was.
To the outside world, Han Zhou is just a singer who is good at composing. He can be considered a debut singer, and his popularity is only at the third level.
However, the songwriters in Sony's creative department knew how perverted this person was.
In the same working time cycle, two gold medal songwriters were defeated.
This is so uncomfortable.
What's more important is that Han Zhou has to write songs for both himself and An Lan.
At Sony, there are more than a dozen people working on writing songs for An Lan alone.
Still, it was a complete defeat.
Only people at Sony, under the same conditions, know how abnormal Han Zhou's creative ability is.
Many people outside will think that Han Zhou wrote those songs before.
But the people at Sony knew very well that they started writing it at the same time as themselves, and the time was very short.
They even shot a movie during this period!
There's a ghost!
"Come on, come on, the girl at the front desk sent a message in the group saying that Han Zhou is here!"
Zhao Qiao stood up and held a thermos cup: "Go and have a look."
Wang Jianing put his hands in his pockets: "Go and take a look."
Others: "Oops, I'm going to use the toilet, let's go first."
"Let's have a smoke, Lao Liu, do you want to come with us?"
At this time, Han Zhou and Liu Jianxi were indeed making the elevator go up.
Just in the elevator, An Lan called.
The signal was unstable. Han Zhou looked at the phone blankly and did not answer it.
Liu Jianxi: "Don't answer the phone?"
"There is no signal in the elevator, pick it up when you arrive."
When they reached the floor, Han Zhou called An Lan back.
An Lan's first words after answering the phone were: "Don't come to Sony."
Han Zhou: "Huh?"
An Lan: "Come to my school."
Han Zhou: "Why?"
An Lan: "Let's run away. I'm no longer a singer or a star. Come with me."
Han Zhou felt that his brain circuit was complicated enough, but An Lan thought deeper and further.
Han Zhou stood at the elevator entrance and turned his back: "Then how will I live my life?"
With An Lan's birth, she would never have thought of this, but Han Zhou had to think of it.
This is the difference between a princess and a poor boy.
On the other end of the phone, An Lan loudly said: "I'll support you!"
Han Zhou: "No, you didn't raise me, your parents raised me for you, and they helped you raise me even though they didn't like me."
An Lan: "Han Zhou! Do you still care about this?"
Han Zhou: "I may not care, but my parents should care a lot."
The so-called mismatch, to put it simply, is just that.
But it’s just this little thing that I can never figure out clearly.
"I'm going in. I'll choose a song first. Come over here quickly."
After saying that, Han Zhou hung up the phone.
When Han Zhou came over, Liu Jianxi looked at Han Zhou: "Actually, if you are not mentally ill, I think you are not bad."
"It's okay to be my Liu family's son-in-law."
Han Zhou looked at Liu Jianxi and complained helplessly, and finally said: "An Lan's surname is An."
You yourself are like a Bodhisattva crossing the river, how can you acknowledge me here?
My friend, you have been kicked out of the An family, and you still want to bring someone in?
Liu Jianxi laughed loudly: "Forget it, forget it."
Soon, Han Zhou and Liu Jianxi arrived at the recording studio.
"What song are you planning to sing in the final?" Liu Jianxi: "The final is very important. If your song is not good, I will use the company's song for Lan Lan."
By the way, only Liu Jianxi calls An Lan Lan Lan, and everyone else calls her An An.
Han Zhou calmly said: "If my song is not good, there will be no one in the world who can do it."
Several musicians who were arranging their instruments looked up at Han Zhou with...appreciation on their faces.
It has personality and kind.
Several lyricists and composers who came to watch the show just walked in and were speechless.
Han Zhou took out some printed scores from his bag: "Alternatives."
Zhao Qiao stepped forward: "Let me take a look."
To be precise, the songs Han Zhou presented were all complete sets.
"Father" and "Father's Prose Poems" are from the same set.
"The Trouble Caused by the Moon" and "The Moon Represents My Heart" are from the same set.
"A Chic Walk" and "Dream Chaser" are from the same set.
"Childhood" and "The Story of Time" are from the same set.
Liu Jianxi directly picked up "Father" and "Father's Prose Poems": "Which one has a female voice and which one has a male voice?"
Han Zhou: "My father's prose poems are in a female voice."
Liu Jianxi lowered his head and looked up.
Zhao Qiao took over "The Trouble Caused by the Moon" and "The Moon Represents My Heart".
Wang Jianing took over "A Chic Walk" and "Dream Chaser".
The group of lyricists and composers watching the play in the back encouraged the person standing at the front to read the manuscript.
This man walked up and got "Childhood" and "The Story of Time".
This person only glanced at it, saw the first sentence, and started "hiss~"
"Ah this~"
"Fuck~!"
"Made..."
It only took him a minute to finish reading one song, but he didn't dare to read the other one. He respectfully put the paper back on the table and left.
Everyone looked at him: "What should I say?"
The man took out his cigarette case melancholy: "I lost."
"Um?"
"I said I lost. I will never be able to write a song like this in my life. I guess Zhao Qiao will be confused in this life. Wang Jianing will try his luck to write one or two songs like this in his life."
The person next to me was thoughtful: "You mean, look at that song, it's comparable to Wang Jianing's two masterpieces "Lone Cloud" and "Rain in a Small Town"?"
This person: "Forget about the rain in the small town. Gu Yun can compete with that song "Story of Time". I glanced at the other song and didn't dare to read it. I'm afraid that after reading it, I won't have the confidence to write songs in my life.
Already."
While the group was discussing, Zhao Qiao put down his copy of "The Trouble Caused by the Moon" and "The Moon Represents My Heart": "Just this one. Twenty years from now, some people will remember An Lan and this song."
"Pretend I haven't been here and leave."
Zhao Qiao put down the paper with the score and lyrics printed on it and left directly.
Wang Jianing watched "A Chic Walk" and "Dream Chaser": "Let youth blow your long hair and let it lead your dreams. Unknowingly, the history of this city has remembered your smile..."
"Ma De, Lin Xiaoxing also said that Han Zhou wrote music with his heart and lyrics with his feet..."
"After Han Zhouna wrote the lyrics seriously, he was not the one who attacked the singers, but those of us who wrote the songs..."
"The heaven and earth pass by in a hurry, the tide rises and falls, life and death grow old, how many people can see through it..."
"I lost again this time."
Wang Jianing looked at Han Zhou: "I will be the producer of these two songs, and I will make the arrangements so exciting that the fans' brains will explode after listening to them!"
However, when Wang Jianing spoke, Han Zhou was writing songs.
Zhao Qiao, who had said he was leaving before, also came back quietly to watch Han Zhou write songs.
Han Zhou writes songs very quickly, cracklingly.
Han Zhou's calligraphy is not bad, to be precise, he has a lot of personality. He paints iron with silver hooks. In Han Zhou's own words, it is not calligraphy, but swordsmanship.
Zhang Yang's font is easy to read clearly.
Han Zhou started writing quickly and stopped halfway through writing, thinking.
Zhao Qiao breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought this pervert really didn't need to think when writing new song lyrics. He could just raise his hand and just do it. It turns out you still have to think about it."
In fact, Han Zhou did not need to think.
What do you need to think about when copying?
But now Han Zhou wrote "Listen to Mom" and wrote the lyrics "The God of Gamblers is your future father" and "Because Zhang Songshen is preparing to sing goodbye", I have to think about it.
There is no God of Gamblers in this world, nor is there a God of Songs.
So these two sentences must be changed.
Han Zhou thought for a long time, 'By the way, I will meet Chen Feng, so you can show off to your classmates that the King is your future friend.'
'You will start to like pop songs because Liu Yiling starts to sing "The Field".'
After writing this song, Han Zhou wrote another matching song as quickly as possible.
At this time, Liu Jianxi wiped away his tears and took out the score he was reading: "That's it. Let An Lan sing this one."
Zhao Qiao and Wang Jianing turned their heads to look and saw that the song was called "Father's Prose Poems".
"This is not as good as "A Chic Walk"."
"This is far worse than "The Moon Represents My Heart."
Liu Jianxi shouted: "You fart!"
At this time, An Lan had already walked into the recording studio, took the piece of paper, looked at it, put it down and said, "I won't sing this song."
Everyone looked at An Lan.
An Lan looked at Han Zhou: "My father's education is low and he cannot write prose poems."
Liu Jianxi was anxious: "This is not about prose poetry. Look at the lyrics!"
An Lan looked at Liu Jianxi and continued to complain: "My father is also very poor in mathematics and rich. He has no borrowed accounts to keep."
Han Zhou handed over the newly written "Listen to Mom": "You sing this song."
An Lan fell silent after reading the lyrics, then picked up the song Han Zhou wrote for herself, gritting her teeth: "Do you really want to sing these two songs?"
Han Zhou nodded: "That's all these two songs."
This song "Listen to Mom" was written for An Lan, and the lyrics in it were also written by Han Zhou for An Lan.
The lyrics read:
Music is your trump card
Use trump card to fall in love
Alas! I don’t want to teach you a bad lesson
Just listen to your mother
Fall in love later
I know your future path
But mom knows better than me...
An Lan said seriously: "Okay, sing."
Han Zhou put away the other songs, leaving two newly written songs and two songs from "Moon": "I will sing these four songs in the finals."
"I've already made the arrangement, and we can start recording once we find the musicians."
An Lan: "Let's start recording the day after tomorrow. I'll arrange the music and show it to the musicians. Let them practice it slowly and go to my school to play tomorrow."
The others stared at An Lan and then at Han Zhou, thinking: What do you mean? Now we have to start writing the arrangement of the song we just wrote, and we are going to finish it in half a day?
"Okay." In front of these musicians and gold medal songwriters, Han Zhou decisively agreed.
It doesn't really matter where An Lan takes Han Zhou to play. What matters is that this is the first and last date between An Lan and Han Zhou after Han Zhou chose to part ways with An Lan.
Liu Jianxi pressed Han Zhou's hand: "These songs are prepared for An Lan. When the show is over, An Lan will release a new album and use these songs."
"These songs... are very expensive." Han Zhou looked at Liu Jianxi seriously.
Liu Jianxi didn't care: "I bought it."
"Okay." Han Zhou's eyes lit up: "Speaking of which, I can write a better song!"