The soundtrack was recorded very smoothly, Yao Yin is indeed a rare talent. The tone of the work "Slow Voice" is gentle and sad, but at the same time it is full of the pursuit and yearning for the utopian hometown. The piano music composed by Yao Yin sets off this atmosphere very well.
The flowing piano sound and Tan Yiming's voice blend together just right. The sound of the piano sounds like a thin cloud, but it can bear the weight of Tan Yiming's voice.
Before submitting the manuscript, Shang Xiaorui held a simple "preview meeting" in his rented apartment. She set up a projector in the living room, and the light fell directly on the white wall. In the dark room, seven or eight friends sat on the ground and quietly watched this short animated film.
Shang Xiaorui stood nervously beside the projection wall, looking at the screen and the crowd, like a soldier under review.
George was with her, sweating on his forehead, wearing a weird suit, more formal than his own doctoral defense.
Mottled lights. Tan Yiming stood in the back row, his eyes were clearly on the screen, but his eyes were not focused.
A chuckle sounded in the darkness: "How about it, aren't you excited to see your recorded works appear on the screen?"
It's Yao Yin.
Tan Yiming turned to look at him. The light brought by the animation projection faintly outlines Yao Yin's facial features. He is very beautiful, and an idea suddenly pops up in Tan Yiming's mind - in the "that" circle, Yao Yin must be a very popular person .
Tan Yiming replied: "I can't talk about excitement. It's mainly because I think it's a little unreal."
The first time he listened to his own recorded radio drama, he also had this "unreal" feeling - is this really my voice? Am I putting so much love into it? ... In a trance, he even really thought he was the one in the play.
He has been in the network distribution circle for many years, and as more and more dramas have been released, the sense of unreality gradually subsided. He regards dubbing as a common thing, and he can put a lot of emotions into the play, but when the story ends, that relationship is cut off by him.
And now, when he sees the works shown on the big screen, the "unreality" that made him emotional a few years ago comes up again.
He got paid and contributed his voice... Somewhere, he took a step forward in a certain direction.
Thirteen minutes and twenty-eight seconds of the screening ended quickly.
When the lights came on, tears welled up in the eyes of everyone who came to watch the preview. The most exaggerated one is George, a big, straight man, crying out of breath, hugging Tan Yiming without letting go, saying that he misses his home and his parents.
"Old talk... You match so well!!" George cried, "If such a good work can't win the award, there is definitely a shady scene!!"
Tan Yiming's head was full of black lines: "You are too exaggerated. I am not alone in this work. Xiaorui has a good grasp of the rhythm of the plot, and Brother Yao's soundtrack is also very moving."
In terms of credit, Shang Xiaorui ranked first, and Yao Yin must have ranked second. He took on this soundtrack work for free, without asking for a penny, and even the recording studio was borrowed from him.
In contrast, Tan Yiming felt quite hot when he thought of the two hundred dollars in remuneration he received.
He only read a few words in front of the microphone, while Yao Yin spent several days composing, arranging, performing...
Tan Yiming wanted to return the reward, but Xiaorui refused to ask for anything.
Tan Yiming took a step back and decided to buy some pizza and fried chicken to bring to the preview, and everyone would "eat" the money together.
It's a pity that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. The pizza shop called and said that the delivery truck was broken. If they came to pick it up, not only would they get a 20% discount this time, but also two more discount coupons.
After a few discussions, Xiao Rui and George stayed to entertain the guests, and Yao Yin drove Tan Yiming to get pizza.
Although he was mentally prepared, Tan Yiming was still taken aback when he saw the luxury sports car parked outside the door.
Yao Yin smiled: "Don't look at me like that, I'm just an ordinary second-generation rich in Shanxi."
Ordinary, Shanxi rich second generation.
The wing-like doors opened to both sides, and Tan Yiming sat in, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Million-dollar luxury cars gallop down the road, smooth and smooth.
Tan Yiming couldn't hold back and said, "In the international student circle, there are always many rumors about Shanxi mine owners, but I didn't expect there would be one next to me."
Who would have thought Yao Yin would answer: "Who said rich people in Shanxi have mines in their homes? Could it be that there are pandas in the homes of rich people in Sichuan? These are all stereotypes."
Tan Yiming quickly apologized.
Yao Yin added, "But... my family runs a vinegar factory."
Tan Yiming: "…"
Okay, Shanxi people selling vinegar is not a stereotype, right
Sitting in his car, Yao Yin was in a very relaxed state. When he first met, Tan Yiming felt that he was a little "holding", and his every move seemed to be accurately measured. But after getting acquainted, I realized that Yao Yin was actually not that difficult to get in touch with.
There were several CDs of classical music in the car, and Yao Yin conductor Tan Yiming put Rachmaninoff's "Piano Concerto No. 2" into the player.
The piano intersects with the strings and reverberates in the confined space. Yao Yin hummed softly, and tapped the steering wheel with the tip of his index finger subconsciously following the rhythm.
Tan Yiming stared at the steering wheel in his hand and reminded him: "Grand pianist, drive safely and don't be distracted."
Yao Yin said, "I can't afford to be called a 'pianist'."
"What is that? 'Composer'?"
Yao Yin was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "If possible, I hope that after 20 years of hard work, wait until I hear someone call me a 'commercial film score master'."
Tan Yiming was stunned for a moment, but he knew Yao Yin was always in the recording studio.
This is the first time Yao Yin has talked about his dream: "Isn't it a bit funny? Many people think that learning the piano like me must always pursue a little bit. To become a pianist, you can't be wrapped in the smell of copper.
"I've been playing the piano for over 20 years and competing in countless competitions... But I never wanted to be a pianist, I wanted to study film soundtracking, I wanted to be the king of commercial soundtracking like John Williams, let Everyone was moved by my notes."
His notes can be lingering and passionate; they can also be thrilling and bizarre.
Yao Yin suddenly changed the subject and asked him: "You see the frequent appearance of good films in the silent film era, that is the real camera language and picture art. There were so many actors with outstanding acting skills that emerged at that time. , silent films are enough to meet the needs of audiences. Why create sound films?”
Tan Yiming thought about it for a while, and answered quite well: "Because of technological progress, sound movies are produced in accordance with technology."
"You're only partly right. The sound film technology was invented by scientists, but it took 30 years for it to be officially promoted. The promoter is Warner Bros." The interviewer said so much, "They are the pioneers of the film industry, and they realize that a film is not enough just to have actors. With dubbing, you can express feelings, and with soundtracks, a movie is complete."
Movies are not just pictures, they are also sounds.
When he spoke, his eyes fell hopefully in the distance, his eyes were full of light, and he was chasing that light.
Tan Yiming looked at him in a trance, at this young man who was talking about his dreams.
"I also want to write works like 'Star Wars', 'Titanic' and 'The Ghost', where the audience can't remember my name, but they will remember my music the moment the picture appears. ." Yao Yin's voice was very light and heavy, "I don't want to be a pianist at all, I just want to be a music master who can win awards and make money."
Listening to what he said earlier, Tan Yiming was really moved by his dream.
Who would have thought that Yao Yin suddenly changed his style and turned back to making money.
"..." Tan Yiming was amused by him, and said bluntly: "Three words are inseparable from money, you Shanxi people are really business-minded."
"I'm starting to stereotype again." Yao Yin also laughed and said in a hint, "Who doesn't like money? And I'm making money with what I love, so I'll be even more happy."
"I think it is necessary to distinguish between hobbies and work." Tan Yiming sensed Yao Yin's intention, "You don't need to set me up. I really like dubbing, yes, but I am very concerned about the current situation. Satisfied. If I regard dubbing as a formal job, then life pressure and work difficulties will follow one after another, which will affect my heart.”
The man laughed at himself: "...after all, I may not have as much 'love' as you. I also don't have the courage to change the direction of my life for a 'hobby'."
Speaking of which, Tan Yiming has already made it clear that he doesn't want to continue talking.
In fact, he still didn't say a word.
- Yao Yin's family is rich, even if he can't make money through his hobbies temporarily, it will not affect his quality of life. But Tan Yiming is a child from an ordinary family, neither poor nor rich, he needs a "serious job", the kind of earnest job that sits in an office and works overtime every day to make money.
Datouch who likes to draw may not necessarily become a professional painter; the author who writes fan fiction and has a big brain hole is not everyone who can make money from online articles; ... And he will not take the identity of the "Internet distribution god" on the Internet. really.
No matter how many evil spirits, maddening, shaky S, attacking characters set up for him by fans on the Internet, back in real life, he Tan Yiming - just an ordinary person who is about to graduate from graduate school, he just wants to live a life step by step.
The sports car roared down the road, the two went to the pizza shop to pick up takeout, and drove back roaring all the way.
The notes wafting from the car stereo became more and more intense, and the tune of "Piano Concerto No. 2" fell into this small space like a gust of wind and rain.
There was nothing to say all the way, until the car stopped outside Xiao Rui's apartment, Yao Yin spoke again.
"Tan Yiming," the young man stopped the car, turned his head, and his eyes were full of sincerity, "I will persuade you one last time - don't waste your talent, don't give up your passion when you are in your twenties, beg Life in the fifties."
"… "
"You can take the demo to others to listen to. I believe that all those who have heard it will surrender to your voice."
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It's half past five in the afternoon.
Tan Yiming was alone in the kitchen, chewing on a slice of cold pizza at hand.
In the living room, Shang Xiaorui greeted his friends to play board games together. George was assigned to Yao Yin's group. As a result, because George was always uncooperative, Yao Yin lost a lot of points.
Lots of people and very noisy. But Tan Yiming listened to those laughter and cries, but felt that they were far, far away.
He had to admit that Yao Yin's words just now moved him inexplicably.
There was a faint trace of the long road that he could not find a direction to.
If he's really talented...if he's really talented...can he let go of his current routine and go the other way
He desperately wanted to find a familiar circle friend to chat with, but he rummaged through the contacts, but was defeated by the 12-hour time difference.
Yiming Qingyun: President, are you there
Yiming Qingyun: There is a demo, and I want you to help me hear it.
[Voice Moving Jiuxiao-Second Child]: [Automatic reply] Lady Gan Lin! Don't even look at what time it is, what little bastard is interrupting my beauty sleep? ?
A sing-along: …
Although it is afternoon here in the United States, the sun has just risen in the East Eighth District. Who would get up at 5:30 in the morning
Tan Yiming could almost feel the blood boiling in his veins gradually calming down—he knew himself that when this fleeting impulse subsided, his reason would prevail, and he would not have a second chance to think about it. road.
Just as he was about to put down his phone in a self-deprecating manner, an unexpected message jumped into the group.
guess: [Goose open wheat].jpg
guess: [group sign-in]
guess: Good morning everyone~
Tan Yiming: "…"
How could he forget that there is a little swan in their group who gets up on time at 5:30 every morning.
The author has something to say: Tan Yiming is the most uncool and mundane attack I have ever written.
After all, it's a really bad decision to give up your current stable job and pursue a career path with unknown prospects.
too difficult.