There were many actors involved in Snow, and Fang Jing visited them one by one and finally finalized most of them, while the company took care of the remaining roles.
After finishing the actor thing, without rest, I opened the phone address book and started looking for the list of singers, Liu Wei, Wang Sulong, Liang Bo, Wang Xiaomin, Yang Chaoyue, Shen Hao, Sa, Yu Wenwen, Feng Timo, Zhao Lei...
Fourteen singers were found, and Fang Jing made an appointment to invite them to record the theme song in the snow.
Three days later, the music room in Fangjing, the magical capital.
"Fang Jing, aren't you making a fuss? I'm a folk singer, and you get me to sing ancient styles. You're really good!"
Picking up a guitar from the wall, Zhao Lei sat on a chair and tried his hand.
Wang Sulong and others around him were also looking at the things in the music room, looking around, smacking their lips as they looked, their eyes full of envy.
The instruments here at Fang Jing are very complete, much better than ordinary recording studios. After all, the money is not short of money. For so many equipment, I think I have invested seven or eight million in them.
"They are all singers. What's the difference between ancient folk songs? The score is not the same score." Without hearing Zhao Lei's complaint, Fang Jing snatched the guitar from his hand and said, "This guitar costs more than 100,000 yuan."
Zhao Lei likes and is good at folk songs, but that doesn't mean he can't sing in ancient styles. Fang Jing has studied his voice and found that ancient styles are also quite suitable.
It's just that this guy is too lazy to move around at all. If he's not traveling, he's on the road. There's no place he hasn't slept in hotels, parks, streets, and cash machines.
"Good guy, this thing is destined for me!" Hearing the price, Zhao Lei's eyes lit up, "Just think of it as a reward for helping me this time."
"Okay, if you like it as a gift, I'll sign it for you before I leave."
"What does it mean to give it away? This is my reward. There is no need to sign the signature. I just wiped it and it was gone when I turned my head to sleep."
There was resentment in his words, and Zhao Lei also complained about Fang Jing's promise to give him the entire album last time.
"Hello, brother Zhao Lei, can you give me an autograph later?" Yang Chaoyue turned into a fan girl and approached Zhao Lei.
From the moment she entered the house, she has asked for the signatures of almost everyone except those from our company, and the same one as her is Feng Timo.
She usually sings songs about these people in the live broadcast room, but she didn't expect to see them all this time.
"Are you going to record songs first or eat something first?" Fang Jing asked.
There is a bar in the room next to the recording studio, and he specially hired a chef to prepare a buffet for everyone, with all the drinks available.
"Eat, eat!"
Yang Chaoyue was the first to raise his hand. Fang Jing glared at him and put down his hand angrily.
"Of course it's to eat. There are so many of us. If only one person said a few words, your song would be gone. It won't take much time."
"agree!"
"I just got off the plane and I'm hungry. Let's eat. We'll record after eating."
Zhao Lei and Wang Sulong followed to chat. Fang Jing had no choice but to lead everyone to the bar to get food.
After wiping the bottom of the table and looking at a little dust on his fingers, Liu Wei frowned and said with a smile, "Fang Jing, how long has it been since you've been here?"
In everyone's opinion, Fang Jing is so good at playing music, so he should go to the music room frequently, but judging from the tabletop and most of the empty wine racks, it doesn't look like someone lives here permanently.
Bringing half a bottle of red wine over, Fang Jing said: "I'm so busy every day, how can I find time to come here? To be honest, I've been here three times since the renovation."
"A waste of natural resources, a waste of natural resources." Zhao Lei felt distressed, "If I had such good equipment, I would live here for the rest of my life."
"Pull him down. If you can stay here for a month without running away, I will consider you a great person."
After picking up some vegetables, Wang Sulong sat down and said: "Fang Jing, are you paying attention to the singers and songwriters in the second half of the season? Those contestants are all very strong."
"We need to be famous and famous, and we need to be strong and powerful. If we don't take it seriously, we may overturn when we wait for the finals."
Fang Jing: "It's been a long time since I watched the show. Who will be invited for the second half of the season?"
Wang Sulong:......
I shouldn't have asked this. It's been so long since the second half of the season started, and Fang Jing doesn't even know who the contestants are. Judging from his expression, he probably hasn't watched this show since the end of the first half.
"Forget it, you'll know when the time comes. I just want to see what it looks like when you roll over."
Both people at the two tables were musicians and had many topics in common. There were girls at one table and men at the other. They ate and chatted, and the time passed very quickly.
In the afternoon, everyone started recording.
This is the title of the song "Tian Xia Chao". Everyone printed out a copy of the music score, and after discussing who would sing which line, everyone memorized the lyrics in a few minutes.
"Reciting Prajna in White"
"The Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows and lets them be teased."
"Changjin shakes the green valley"
"Patrol means cleaning up the old stars"
"Jiazi solves the confusion of dust"
"The white head summons the sword and returns to the mad song"
…
The first half is male singing. After adjusting the mood, Fang Jing, Zhao Lei, Wang Sulong, Shen Hao, and Liang Bo are gone in just a few words.
In the middle half of the female singing section, the first one to speak was Liu Wei, who was born as an Internet singer. Before he debuted, he was rated by netizens as the person most suitable for singing ancient styles.
"The eyebrows are often broken"
"Purple clothes dare to order Jianghu guests"
"Eight hundred years are like yesterday"
"Li Zhu Kong Hate Love Resentment Lock"
Liu Wei is indeed a master of ancient styles. He has never read A Story in the Snow, but he can sing with such chivalrous spirit in just two lines. If it weren't for the recording, Fang Jing would almost applaud.
The song "Tian Xia Chao" sings the life story of the main character in the snow. The second female singer to speak is Wang Xiaomin, and her lyrics are written by Xu Zhihu.
"Red clothes stepping on yellow crane"
"Three lifetimes of drinking and forgetting the river"
"The sword holds the necklace well"
"Three thousand waves listen to the moon like a sword"
Yang Chaoyue, Sa, Feng Timo... each of them sang two lines like this. The first time was finished in five minutes. Fang Jing listened to it again and was not satisfied.
Every two lines of lyrics sing a story about a person, Xu Zhihu in red and white crane, Xuanyuan Qingfeng in purple and commanding the people in the world.
Hong Xixiang who continued to cultivate the righteous path of heaven and earth for another three hundred years, Wen Hua who broke his sword and limbs for his brothers, Cao Changqing who would rather die singing in the rain than living under the fence of others, everyone has his or her story.
What Fang Jing wants is that the audience can feel the character's inner level even when they listen to the lyrics.
Fang Jing found paper and pen, and wrote out the characters one by one, while explaining to them the life story of this character, Xu Xiao, Xu Fengnian, Yu Xuanji, Luoyang, Nangong Pushe...
It was getting dark, and we finally called it a day after recording the 19th time.
Wang Sulong came out holding on to the wall, singing until his voice became hoarse, and muttering things like that he would never come back even if he was beaten to death. It was too torture.
Zhao Lei wanted to run away midway. He didn't even want the guitar he wanted, but was forcefully dragged back by Fang Jing.
"Guys, why don't you have dinner first and leave tomorrow? I'll take you to the airport." Seeing that they were all in a hurry to leave, Fang Jing kindly stayed as guests.
"No, Teacher Fang, see you later." Feng Timo almost cried.
The recording was completed at around four o'clock, but Fang Jing insisted on letting them eat. As soon as they finished eating, they were so crazy that they didn't know why, and Fang Jing suggested to do it again.