The actors were all moving around, rehearsing the scene, and reviewing their lines. Shitou was discussing the lighting with a man carrying a backpack.
Jiang Yang greeted the actors one by one and walked over, "Brother Shitou."
"Jiang Yang is here."
Shitou beckoned Jiang Yang and led the man carrying the backpack over. He didn't forget to ask Jiang Yang for help, "Where's my leading lady?"
The female lead is Xu Fan.
Jiang Yang: "Didn't she ask for leave? You're right, what do you want from me?"
"I thought she would come over after eating."
Shitou introduced his backpack friend to Jiang Yang, "This is my buddy who used to be a singer and is now in the second-hand audio business. Teacher Wen plans to upgrade the sound system of the small theater. The sound system here is too old."
It used to be used as an activity center for the elderly, so you can imagine that the equipment is aging. Although actors in dramas do not use microphones for their lines, they do use them for things like wind, snow, thunder and lightning, doorbells, telephones, toilets, or the singing of birds in "Birdman"
To the sound system. And stage sound involves design, system construction, control, etc., so Hao Ren couldn't do it in a broken sound shop.
This friend Shitou is a professional.
Shitou introduced Jiang Yang to him again, "Jiang Yang."
"Hello."
Jiang Yang shook hands with him and asked curiously: "What a huge difference there is between a singer and a second-hand audio business."
Backpack smiled a little reluctantly, "You have to live a good life. We are not big stars like the King or the Devil. We can't support ourselves by singing. Fortunately, we still have a skill."
They chatted a few more words.
He let them talk about the backpack while he went to look at the console and take a few more photos so he could go back to design and plan.
After the backpack left, Jiang Yang wondered: "Why did you use a second-hand one?"
"You are responsible for your own profits and losses."
Shitou said, "Your wife doesn't invest money, so the money for the renovation has to come from the profits of the drama."
But Shitou thinks it's pretty good.
He smiled and said: "Thanks to my wife, and the publicity of Teacher Wen and Teacher Jiang Nan, our small theater has a surplus."
This shows that small theaters can survive.
"Now our small theater is full."
Shitou said proudly.
After waiting for this period of time, when the incubation fund in the district is finalized, Teacher Wen still wants to try the grand theater and start a tour.
"There are just too few plays. Hey, when will you write another one?"
Shitou is still thinking about "Secret Love in Peach Blossom Spring".
"Wait a minute."
Jiang Yang was now a little afraid of trying to dig it out in his memory, but he still wanted to let nature take its course, "Besides, the stall suddenly became too big."
Originally, there were many actors in "Birdman" who were not satisfactory.
Then we have to find another actor.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Hearing this, Shitou also knew that the drama troupe would have to be independent in the future, and it would have to move forward steadily to avoid losing its job again.
"Oh, right."
Jiang Yang asked Shitou to choose two young actors, "the ones with idol temperament, to shoot commercials."
Bailian Supermarket's anniversary advertisement did not specify a celebrity, so let's let the actors from the drama troupe hone their acting skills.
Jiang Yang walked out after discussing with Shitou for a while.
Before leaving the house, I heard drummer Meng Zhang Fei say, "Third brother, do you want Mr. Jiang to change a song for us?"
It’s not that he thinks the song is bad, it’s pretty good, but he thinks one song of this style is enough. “Look at yesterday’s performance, passers-by almost sent us directly to a psychological clinic.”
Bassist Hong Shan thinks these two songs are very good and powerful, "This is authentic rock music!"
"You are buying vegetables at the wet market."
The third brother asked Meng Zhang Fei to stop talking, "It's good if Mr. Jiang gives us two songs. You act like a big devil and write songs for others casually. I heard Shitou said, not counting the lyrics, music and copyright sharing, the arrangement alone is
For production, the price quoted by Big Devil will be six figures or more with no cap."
The lyrics, music and arrangement of this song were all done by the Demon King.
The third brother asked them to stop mumbling and "start practicing."
They started practicing again.
Jiang Yang walked out and watched behind them for a while. Zhuang Qi was listening with great interest and even swayed slightly to the beat. There was a middle-aged man next to him who was also watching the band eagerly.
Now there are four fans, which is a good sign.
However, the third brother's singing is still not interesting enough.
But if Jiang Yang had to say it, Jiang Yang couldn't explain why.
The Big Devil's musical abilities have not been passed on to him at all - yesterday, under the premise of safety, he and Li Yu had a friendly, cordial and mutually satisfactory exchange of biological information.
Jiang Yang walked over. When the third brother saw him coming out, he asked everyone to take a rest.
He walked towards Jiang Yang and insisted on sharing the money he earned yesterday with Jiang Yang. This was the first time their band had made money from original music after their reorganization. This had to be expressed in some way. Jiang Yang didn't want it.
, and finally took 100 yuan to buy lollipops.
"Boy, boy——"
There was an old man calling from behind, I don't know who he was calling.
"handsome guy!"
Jiang Yang turned around and said, "Uncle, call me?"
The uncle’s name is Jiang Yang.
This old man was the man who inspired Jiang Yang to write "The Mysterious Case at Styles Manor" last time, and who was not the one who had a grudge against his first love for his aunt.
He called Jiang Yang over and thanked Jiang Yang solemnly.
What Jiang Yang did was not a big deal. He just recorded his wife's voice, but it solved a problem on his mind.
"I have nothing to thank you for."
The uncle searched around on his body.
Finally, he took out two pills from his pocket, the kind with white wax skin and spherical shell, "Here, try this."
Jiang Yang: "Uncle, you are repaying kindness with enmity."
How can anyone thank me for sending pills?
The uncle asked Jiang Yang to try it: "This is a big hawthorn pill. It's delicious."
Meng Zhangfei said from behind: "Yes, when I was a kid, other people went to the canteen, and I went to the small clinic, just like this."
"This kid——"
The third brother said: "No wonder you only gain weight but not your IQ."
"Yeah?"
Jiang Yang had never taken it before, so he was doubtful, so he took the pills and took one.
Then, he took the other one and said, "Thank you in pairs, sir. Do you still have pockets?"
"You kid, you're a bandit." The uncle smiled.
However, he really does.
He took out a box and said, "Come on, come on, I can't listen to you singing in vain, I have them all."
Sir, please take medicine.
Third Brother and the others came over and took one.
Jiang Yang also picked up one and threw it to Zhuang Qi, "Seeing that you listened with rapt attention, it can cure a serious illness."
Zhuang Qi caught it.
After putting the big hawthorn pill into my mouth, it tastes sweet and sour, but not greasy.
Then, he felt that Jiang Yang was becoming more and more interesting, and he could feel the fullness of his life.
When Third Brother and the others were eating, the uncle said to them, "What you sang is so festive."
"Why!"
Jiang Yang felt that what the uncle said made sense.
"Yeah?"
The third brothers looked at each other and went to rehearse again.
Jiang Yang raised his hand and glanced at his watch.
He quite liked the excitement, but it was a pity that it was getting late. He walked to Zhuang Qi, who was listening intently, and said, "Let's go."
Zhuang Qi suddenly asked: "Is this band hiring?"
"Um?"
Jiang Yang looked at him in surprise, "Here we go."
Rhythm Guitar Shitou works as an assistant director in a small theater, and he still lacks a folk musician who can play Hulusi and Suona.
Zhuang Qi: "I want to join!"
"ah?"
Jiang Yang looked at him up and down. What he said was not interesting. Zhuang Mei even thought he was depressed. Why did he get better after walking around with him? He didn't know whether he could cure diseases or whether he could use roses to cure diseases.
Jiang Yang: "Can you play guitar?"
Zhuang Qi shook his head.
"Can you play suona?"
Zhuang Qi shook his head.
Jiang Yang: "Then you are just kidding."
Zhuang Qi: "I can be an agent."
Jiang Yang thought for a moment, and it seemed okay. Zhuang Qi himself came from a TV station, "What did you study?"
Zhuang Qi's momentum was slightly weaker: "Doctor of Psychology."
I have nothing to do with the band manager.
"also."
Jiang Yangxin said, "Isn't this a coincidence? One-stop service."
As long as he is competent.
The band originally lacked such a character, and yesterday's performance was all about rocks.