The door to the practice room opened a crack, and scattered notes floated out. Under the guidance of the bass, the clear chords of the guitar passed through two bars, then broke off, and then there was the sound of discussion:
"See, it's better to be unplugged."
"You use an acoustic guitar at a million-person conference? Do you trust the organizer's equipment too much?"
"The indoor and outdoor effects are incomparable, and small venues and large venues are two different things. The acoustic guitar plan is too radical and I don't agree with it."
"But we have to highlight the harmony..."
"No, we want to ignite the atmosphere! We must not ruin the entire song just for the sake of two bars of harmony!"
"Don't make any noise now, let's find out the feeling and try another effector."
Then there was another flurry of noise. When the notes came out again, a harmony was added to the room. However, within a bar, it was cut off again and the argument started again.
Ronan smiled and shook his head, then closed the door to avoid touching the restless and trembling atmosphere inside. He turned to look at Haijing behind him: "They are really nervous."
Hai Jing was a little surprised: "Aren't you going in?"
"If you don't go in, I'm afraid Moya will hit you with the guitar."
"Not yet, but it's hard to say for the others." Hai Jing touched the door handle and gave up, "Then let's wait until the practice is over. After all, as an underground band, signing a contract with Mingtang Culture has changed its attributes.
Now is their transformation period, so it's okay to be nervous at this time.
"Did you sign a film contract or..."
"Personal relationship."
"That means it will focus more on commercial development, right?"
"Yes, it's popular." Haijing sighed, "I don't know whether it is good or bad to bring them out of the underground circle."
With Moya, his band-obsessed cousin, Ronan still knew something about the underground circles no matter how immersed he was in his own world.
Signing contracts for underground bands is a relatively sensitive topic. Many bands have been looking forward to signing contracts with agencies and music companies and moving from "underground" to "above ground". However, the traditional "buy a movie but not sell your body" attitude despises the popular habit.
Still very powerful.
If it really skyrockets, that's it. The biggest fear is that they are half-popular but not black. They are rejected by underground circles and popular circles at the same time, and they fail to gain fans. Many bands collapse at this stage.
It's like the "awakening" of extraordinary power. If you succeed, everything will be fine. But if you fail, you can only waste time on the edge of the two worlds. Not to mention the pressure from the outside world, just the confusion about self-positioning is enough to drink a pot.
of.
Ronan shook his head: "One line of sky, one line of earth."
Seeing his appearance, Hai Jing laughed out loud and patted Ronan's head: "When did the little guy become so mature?"
Ronan was stunned.
Seeing Ronan's expression, Haijing felt a little embarrassed: "Don't mind, my hand slipped."
"It's okay, you are my brother." Ronan didn't care at all, "I remember calling you uncle at the beginning, when you had a beard."
"Ah ah ah, you still remember."
Haijing grinned, distanced himself from Ronan, leaned against the wall opposite the practice room, and took out a delicate box from his pocket, with three e-cigarettes neatly arranged in it. He picked up one and held it in his mouth
On the phone, his speech was also a little unclear: "At that time, you were really ignorant and looked stupid."
As he spoke, the temperature of his mouth triggered the e-cigarette switch. There was a slight "click" sound, the front end of the e-cigarette was reddish, and the hookah curled up.
Seeing the red light on the front end of the e-cigarette extinguish, the memory deep in Ronan's brain came up again: "Maybe, you also said that my surname should not be Gong, but should be called 锟, and it won't ring unless I knock it!"
"Then you poured juice in my face and put out the cigarette... Hey, that was the first time I visited your house and took a sip in the yard. What a mouthful! It was so embarrassing!"
Haijing waved his hand, put his head against the wall, and turned his face to the ceiling, looking shameless in front of others.
Maybe this is also called "not having a formal appearance". Compared with the straight suit and dress, Ronan is more familiar with this image. He smiled again and said to Hae Kyung: "There is no band that doesn't want to sign a contract. Moya, I don't
I know, my aunt has always felt that the underground world is too chaotic, so she would be happy if she knew that Moya signed with a formal agency."
"The underground world is in chaos, and this world is not clean either." The electronic cigarette in Hai Jing's mouth shook up and down. "Mingtang Culture is facing a change in its shares. That's what's happening right now... forget it, don't mention it."
Ronan felt the same way. It was one thing not to be able to enter the circle of awakened people. Once you truly entered the "inner world", it seemed that there were many more worries.
"Desires on earth and worries in heaven are inevitable."
"Okay, you've become a philosopher. Did you get matured by something?"
Ronan blinked and changed the subject: "Brother Jing, you finally gave up smoking."
"I really haven't smoked much in the past two years. It's funny when I think about it. I can't stop singing when I'm singing. Once I stop singing, I'll do it all..."
At this time, Haijing's bracelet vibrated. He looked down, then straightened up and took out the e-cigarette: "Here comes the thing. I'll take you to find a place to take a rest. There are a lot of empty rooms here. Waste is waste.
Security and privacy are still guaranteed.”
Ronan nodded and followed.
Hai Jing put the e-cigarette back into the box and suddenly remembered something. He waved the box and said, "By the way, thank your uncle for me. He recommended this 'Star Ember Series' to me."
Ronan smiled and said nothing, but suddenly remembered: among Moya's many friends, it seemed that only Haijing was the only male who could actually visit her home alone and enter the house alone.
Perhaps, this is the key reason why he mistook Hae Kyung for his "brother-in-law"?
Misidentification...?
Mingtang Culture was one of the organizers of this parade. Before the official performance, there were many things going on. Haijing said that he would lead Ronan to find an empty room to rest, but after taking a few steps, something urgent came up and he had to immediately
Rush over.
"Forget it, go on your own, room 5627, just around the corner from the end of the corridor." After saying that, Haijing joked again, "Don't worry about bumping into others, it doesn't matter if you try them one by one, each practice room is set up
Permissions, no one can enter without authorization."
"Okay, Brother Jing, go and do your work."
Hai Jing turned to leave, but remembered one more thing: "By the way, your girlfriend is in 5621, with Bai Yu and the others. You can also go there for a walk. With your friendship with Teacher Maoyan, you should not
Come on, BHD’s music style is more suitable for the tastes of you young people."
You made three mistakes in one sentence. Do I want to correct them?
Ronan could only accept it with a smile.
Hai Jing wanted to touch his head again, but finally woke up in time and slapped Ronan on his shoulder: "Have fun on the weekend, but you should also pay more attention to your sister."
Seeing Haijing leaving in a hurry, Ronan was thoughtful.
"5627,5627..."
According to Hai Jing's statement, Ronan found room 5627 at the corner. He was about to reach out to hold the door handle when his movement suddenly stopped. He looked up again to confirm the house number: "5627, yes, there is no problem with the permission display.
.”
But why can the two people inside get in and play so high?
The use of mental induction is actually reflected here. There is only one thing he is struggling with now: should he continue to read, or should he continue to read?
Ronan sighed outside the door. What Hai Jing said is quite correct, this circle is quite chaotic.
Today's young people know a lot, and no one is a pure white lotus. Ronan has taken physiological hygiene classes, and Mo Peng sometimes secretly brings him some unspeakable "information". The concepts are not
Not enough. But he has devoted himself to studying various theories since he was ten years old. He works every day and day and night. How can he have the leisure to study those?
Unexpectedly, I never expected that after sixteen years of idleness, he would be given such an advanced course as soon as he became enlightened!
They must all be artists. The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful. Although they are already disheveled, their makeup and makeup are very fashionable.
Ronan inevitably spends more time with women. Even if he doesn't agree with this kind of behavior in broad daylight, he must admit: it looks good!
Women's long hair half-covers their faces, and their facial contours are slightly distorted due to intense exercise. However, the artist's innate conditions for being superior to others, as well as strict physical management, including the polishing of temperament and style, are indeed released when the emotion is in the darkroom.
The charm that seduces people's hearts.
Stop, what on earth am I thinking?
Ronan didn't know how long he was stunned at the door. In the end, of course, he didn't go in. Instead, he walked forward quickly, walked nearly twenty meters, and finally stood in the middle of the corridor, exhaling a long breath.
Because he exhaled too quickly, his lips didn't even part. Under the impact of the airflow, his lips trembled rapidly, making a strange "puffing" sound. Some of the restless breath stuck in his chest also dissipated in this funny sound.
"Goo!"
The laughter that was forcibly cut off was also very clear in the corridor. At the same time as the laughter reached his ears, the door of the room next to him opened a crack, revealing Bai Yu's cute round face: "What, are you so confused about entering?"
Ronan looked up and looked at the house number, 5621, which is BHD's practice room.
What a coincidence.
He looked back and walked almost twenty meters away. There were only two doors separated from room 5627. After all, the practice rooms were very big.
Bai Yu must have just gone through a practice, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead stuck to his hair. His face was also flushed: "Have you met your sister? Come here to visit the class? That's right, your girlfriend is just
inside."
"You don't know if she's a girlfriend?" Ronan realized the ambiguity after he said it and smiled bitterly, "She has a boyfriend. What's the name of that white guy?"
"Turner."
Bai Yu blurted out, then covered his mouth, glanced back, then turned to look at both ends of the corridor, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no one.
Then she opened the door and walked out, then closed the door behind her and said in a low voice: "Don't let Brother Jing hear it. He hates it when his artists lie."
Seeing Bai Yu go out, Ronan frowned. Bai Yu had just been practicing dancing in the house. In order to imitate the performance scene as much as possible, he also wore nearly ten centimeters of high heels. His well-developed body was taller, and he stood together.
, are two or three fingers higher than Ronan.
Of course, this is not important. What is important is that Bai Yu is wearing a tight dance suit at this time, and the sweat is already soaked through. The foul arc of his chest opens a gap in the small round collar, and his white muscles are shining in front of his eyes.
It doesn't matter if you look at it or turn your face.
The politeness issue is a minor one. The shocking lesson I just encountered really demonstrated the correct usage of this area...