Wang Yuan's smile was uglier than crying. "Hello, Brother Fang Jing, you are my idol. I never expected to meet you. If I had known I was competing against you, I wouldn't have come."
"No!" Fang Jing said with a smile, "I just heard from the director that you came here to challenge yourself. Hey, Wenwen is here too?"
She is different from Wang Yuan and others. Fang Jing is her mentor in China's Strongest Voice. Although the competition has ended, she has to call her teacher whenever she encounters him. Where is the seniority?
"Hello, Brother Fang Jing, I have long admired your name." Wang Sulong stepped forward to shake hands, his face calm, but his heart was very excited.
As one of the three giants of Penguin Music, they dominated the world in the past few years, until Fang Jing came out and ended an era.
Among contemporary musicians, Fang Jing is definitely the best. There is no one else. He is willing to compete with this person even if he loses.
"Nice to meet you. You are older than me. Just call me Fang Jing. Hi, hello, Brother Gou, hello Liang Bo."
"Hello, senior, I am the newbie Chen Yihan, please give me your advice."
"Hello, I don't take advice seriously. Let's all learn from each other. Please sit down. Why are you standing?"
After Fang Jing spoke, the seven people sat down. No one spoke and looked at Fang Jing.
"Why are you all looking at me?" Fang Jing lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, then raised his head and chuckled, "Everyone can talk about whatever they want. Why do you feel so cold when I come here?"
"Ahem!" Wang Yuan coughed lightly to break the awkward atmosphere, "Brother Fang Jing, why are you here?"
"This show is jointly produced by Nanjing and iQi Video. I'm here to warm up the show. What about you, why are you here after it's become so popular?"
Now tfboy is very popular among the younger generation and is a top idol team. Fang Jing also wondered why Wang Yuan came here.
"I'm here to prove myself and learn from my seniors."
"Just go ahead." Fang Jing laughed, "You didn't even know who the guest was before coming here, so you're just learning a thing."
Wang Yuan smiled and said nothing. He was here to prove himself. Of course, he was just polite about studying. According to his opinion, he is not afraid of losing at a young age. Besides, it is normal to lose to these people.
I was a little worried before, but I'm not worried anymore. It's an honor to lose to Fang Jing.
A few people sat and chatted for a while. The screen in the center of the room flashed. Inside was the recording studio. An emotionless robot voice sounded, "Welcome to the stage where I am a singer-songwriter."
"The program requires that each contestant's song must be an original song that has not been released, and there must be no copyright disputes."
"The rules of the competition are as follows. After the official start, one hundred and ten popular music judges will vote after each singing round. Based on the number of votes, the contestants will be divided into three areas: upper, middle and lower."
"In the first period, the lower zone challenges the middle zone, and the middle zone challenges the upper zone. After the challenge is successful, the players swap zones. If the players in the lower zone fail to challenge, they will enter the Taobao zone."
"In order to ensure that the program is fair and impartial, all contestants are now invited to enter the recording studio to audition. The first round will be divided by voting among the contestants."
The format of the show was very simple, and several people understood it immediately. Wang Yuan stretched his head and looked at Fang Jing, with whom he was most familiar, "Brother Fang Jing, why does the show have songs without copyright disputes?"
"You... think about it, original music programs are of course your own creations." Before Fang Jing could answer, Yu Wenwen spoke first, "Otherwise, is it still an original program?"
"Oh!" Wang Yuan felt something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it. The songs the singer sang before were also his own, so why couldn't he sing them?
"Don't listen to her nonsense." Fang Jing shook his head, "It's not that noble, it's just that the songs are expensive. The program group with copyright disputes can't afford it, so I ask you to sing unpublished songs."
Every song has a copyright from the lyrics and composition to the arrangement and recording. Sometimes the so-called original singer must obtain the copyright every time he sings. Otherwise, it is a violation of the law and he will be sued in minutes.
The number of songs to be sung in each episode of this music program is at least eight. If the copyright is really purchased, it is said to be at least a million. It can be tens of millions per season. The program team is tight on funds, and the first person who disagrees is the investor.
"Uh!" Fang Jing said, and Yu Wenwen's original beautiful fantasy and high respect for the program team disappeared.
Under the monitor, the director smiled bitterly, Fang Jing was looking for something for them to do. It would be very troublesome to edit it in the post-production process, and it wouldn't work if he didn't edit it.
"Who among you will go first?" Fang Jing looked around, and when he saw no one was talking, he stared at Wang Yuan, "Are you going?"
"I'll go!" Wang Yuan stood up after adjusting his clothes, "It doesn't matter if it's the first one, I'm afraid I won't dare to sing after you finish singing."
A demo is a song in its most primitive state. After a series of post-production processes, it becomes a complete song. The demo singing session is very demanding on singers. Wearing headphones cannot hear outside sounds. Any high or low sound will be ignored indefinitely.
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Wang Yuan walked into the recording studio, and through the transparent glass wall, Fang Jing and others could see what was going on inside.
"Lie in bed"
"Why is the moonlight so bright like the sun?"
"Stay with me"
"Flickering, flickering, dusty, salty, and turning into clouds."
The song Wang Yuan sings is called Caprice. He usually writes it when he is bored in bed and has never published it to the public. Today, he sang it as the first song he came to this stage.
The first few lines were fine, but it was a bit difficult to change the notes into the beat. But halfway through the song, it didn't work. The beat wasn't right, the sound was wrong, and several people present shook their heads.
Wang Yuan, who was wearing headphones, couldn't hear outside sounds and didn't know that his voice was wrong, but he could still tell from the facial expressions that he was afraid he was cold.
The second person to go up was Chen Yihan. She was also afraid that she would not have the courage to sing after Fang Jing and others finished singing.
They said this was the title of her song.
After listening to it, everyone in Jing felt that it was just ordinary, neither good nor bad.
There seems to be a tacit understanding, from low to high, Yu Wenwen, Zeng Yike, Liang Bo, Wang Sulong, Hot Dog and others passed by one after another, leaving Fang Jing at the end.
After waiting for more than twenty minutes for several people to finish singing, Fang Jing's legs were numb from sitting down.
"Teacher Fang, do you want a guitar?" Yu Wenwen asked. She remembered that Fang Jing was very good at folk songs.
"Thank you, no need."
Entering the recording studio, Fang Jing looked at the equipment, put on his headphones, and gently tapped the beat on the machine in front of him.
"The embryo outlines the blue and white flowers"
"The pen becomes thicker and lighter"
"Peonies depicted on the bottle"
"Just like your first makeup"
"The scent of sandalwood comes through the window
"I understand what's on my mind"
"The pen is half written on the rice paper."
A song was too long to be sung completely. Fang Jing only sang the first half of the song before he came out, leaving everyone confused.
Wang Yuan carefully whispered to Yu Wenwen beside him: "Did you hear clearly what he sang?"
"Ahem! I didn't hear a few lines clearly. It's both peony and blue and white. It should be about praising ancient times."
Fang Jing's voice is deep and deep. Without subtitles, it is difficult to hear clearly what he is singing. I am often still thinking about the profound meaning of the first line, and the next four or five lines have been sung.
Wang Sulong pondered for a while and said: "The singing is in an ancient style, and the melody is quite nice, but the time is short, so I can't hear clearly what the lyrics are, but it's much better than Wang Yuan and Chen Yihan."