Fortunately, fortunately, Master Xiaobu came earlier than the four instructors.
There's still time, there's still time!
"Master Xiaobu, hurry up and choose a song!" Zhang Feng said hurriedly: "We have prepared ten songs. Look, this is the song list!"
Lu Xiaobu took the playlist and looked at it.
Well, I haven’t heard one of them.
"Forget it, I don't want any more."
Lu Xiaobu threw the song list aside.
I don’t know any of the songs, so it’s too troublesome to listen and read slowly!
It would be easier to make a new one.
"Ah?! What should we do?"
Zhang Feng's brain has frozen.
"Let me write a song. What song is suitable?"
Lu Xiaobu said.
"ha?"
Zhang Feng was still confused, but he still obeyed Lu Xiaobu's orders mechanically.
Forget it, no one can influence Master Xiaobu's thoughts anyway, just let him do it.
"The theme songs for this kind of talent show can actually be of any type, but we have discussed it."
"The final decision has to be a song that fits the theme the best, such as one that expresses dreams or is inspirational, so that it can better fit the atmosphere of the audition."
"Moreover, the contestants must be highlighted as well as the stage, and the songs must be positive and sunny."
"It's best not to have any thoughts or questions about life. That would make it more complicated and not outstanding. That's probably it.
As Zhang Feng and the others are at the top of Shimen TV Station, they still have some skills.
After Lu Xiaobu listened, he touched his chin.
Dream? Stage? Positive energy? Player? Draft?
There seems to be such a song in my memory, I used to sing it a lot.
At this time, the system jumped out and said: "How about it? Host, do you want my help? I only need one million!"
"Go, go, I remembered, don't try to trick me."
Lu Xiaobu suddenly had an idea and remembered.
He can do it by himself, so why let the system help?!
"Let's go, find me an arranger." Lu Xiaobu said to Zhang Feng.
"Arranger? What do you want to do?!" Zhang Feng was stunned.
"Write songs! What else can you do? Really." Lu Xiaobu rolled his eyes.
Zhang Feng almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
You ?write songs?!
Are you kidding me?
But again, he was not qualified to influence Lu Xiaobu's thoughts and could only follow orders.
Come to the recording studio.
After listening to Zhang Feng's words, the arranger almost spit out blood.
Master Xiaobu, what do you think songwriting is?
Just open your mouth?
That requires an explosion of inspiration, polishing of lyrics, polishing of arrangement, etc.
Some people even cannot write a song for several years.
And now?
You just write a song just like it's a joke?!
What's the difference between this and saying you're pregnant?
"Don't be stunned, I will sing, Zhang Feng will write the lyrics, and you will arrange the music."
Lu Xiaobu ordered.
"All right!"
Both the arranger and Zhang Feng accepted the order with pained expressions on their faces.
Lu Xiaobu started singing with a broken gong voice.
"I want to fly into the sky and be side by side with the sun."
"The world is waiting for me to change."
"Never be afraid of others seeing your dreams."
“I can do it all here.”
"Laugh out loud, keeping you and me side by side."
"..."
Well, the song he thought of was this song "I Believe".
It's no wonder that he has a deep memory. Back on Earth, this song was one of their class songs. They had to sing it every day before class. It's hard to remember it!
Finished singing.
Zhang Feng also roughly wrote down the lyrics.
The arranger also writes the music on the sheet music.
Both of them are crazy!
Let’s not talk about how good this song is. Of course, any song placed in Lu Xiaobu’s tone-deaf voice will not be good either.
However, this song is actually released!
What the hell?!
How long has it been since the song came out?!
Master Xiaobu, are you going crazy?
If you let those singers see it, are you really not afraid of scaring them to death?!
However, after Lu Xiaobu answered the phone, the two of them could no longer care about the shock.
Because the four instructors will arrive in half an hour at most.
They can't afford to be shocked, so they should correct it quickly!
Lu Xiaobu sang, and when he got tired of singing, he asked Zhang Feng, who had learned more or less, to sing.
The arranger was writing the simple score quickly.
once again...
Again…
Twenty minutes passed, and after singing it several times, the musical notation of the song was completed. After combining it with the lyrics, the song was completed.
"Done."
Lu Xiaobu sat aside, drinking tea, looking at the tired and panting arranger and Zhang Feng and said: "Reward, 10,000 yuan per person."
"Thank you, Master Xiaobu."
The two of them were overjoyed, it finally paid off!
Ten thousand yuan, it’s worth it!
"Um, Master Xiaobu, can I ask a question?" the arranger couldn't help but said.
"Ask." Lu Xiaobu waved his hand.
"Have you thought of it a long time ago, or..."
Some arrangers are afraid to say the second option.
"How could I have the time? If you hadn't decided, would I have done it myself?"
Lu Xiaobu rolled his eyes and said.
"puff!"
Obtained approval from Lu Xiaobu.
Arranged by a piece of old blood three kilometers!
Do you know that?
Although it took almost half an hour in total.
But, actually.
It only took Master Xiaobu less than a minute or even less to compose this song. It seemed like he wrote it while singing.
The arranger swears that he has been in the industry for many years and knows countless songwriters and singer-songwriters, but he can never do it this fast!
Moreover, he believed that he would never encounter him again!
Let alone meeting him, even if he told it, no one would believe it!
However, this is the fact, no matter who comes, you have to kneel down!
certainly.
As for the quality of this song, the arranger didn't pay much attention to it.
First, I was too anxious to write the simplified music score, and my mind was not on the melody and lyrics at all.
Secondly, it’s also the singing skills of Lu Xiaobu and Zhang Feng…not to mention, it’s ear-piercing!
Thirdly, without accompaniment or musical instruments, it’s really hard to hear the a cappella singing.
There's a knock on the door outside, knock, knock, knock.
"What's wrong?" Lu Xiaobu asked.
"Young Master, the four mentors are here."
Zhang Meng said at the door: "Right at the door."
"Oh, that's fine, let them in." Lu Xiaobu nodded.
"Yes!" Zhang Meng took the order and opened the door in the recording studio: "Four instructors, please!"
"Xiao Bu, what are you doing in the recording studio?"
Grandma Jiayi walked in first and looked at Lu Xiaobu doubtfully.
Lu Xiaobu doesn't seem like the kind of person who would do things himself.
"Write a song."
Lu Xiaobu shrugged and said.
"Don't make trouble."
Grandma Jiayi smiled: "You can also write songs?"
"To be honest, no one believes it."
Lu Xiaobu spread his hands, noncommittal.
"Master Xiaobu, let alone Grandma Jiayi, we don't believe it."
Chen Wen and Fang Li walked in and smiled.
Lu Xiaobu rolled his eyes: "Believe it or not."
Ai Yanfei also walked in: "Lu Xiaobu, don't you want to see Sister Sun! Here you go."
