After all, he was also a person who had been working together for two years. Fang Juexia had been used to Pei Tingsong's jokes. He didn't have any waves on his face, picking up the coat and cage on the ground and preparing to leave the practice room.
But Pei Tingsong hadn't gotten used to his ignorance, and took his arm, "Hey, that's how you treat your benefactor?"
Fang Juexia stopped and glanced at him, her tone not warm, "I don't want to, but you don't seem to be a benefactor when you molested me." He pulled Pei Tingsong's hand away, and his coat fell on the ground.
"what is that?"
Fang Juexia's eyes were indifferent, "Benefactor."
After saying that he was going to leave, but Pei Tingsong didn't intend to let him go so easily. This time he didn't pull any more, and took a step away, directly blocking Fang Juexia. He almost ran into it.
"You really reminded me by saying that."
Pei Tingsong lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of evil.
"I can't help you in vain."
Fang Juexia calmly raised her eyes and looked directly at this teammate who had never stopped making trouble for herself.
"As a benefactor, do I have to ask for something from you?" Pei Tingsong smiled, "Isn't it?"
He originally thought that he had lost his reaction to this kind of banter, but the initiator became Pei Tingsong, and Fang Juexia's emotions began to exceed the scope of calmness.
"I don't have time to play this kind of boring game with you." He moved away and prepared to leave, but Pei listened to the song again and stopped him calmly.
"Don't worry, I won't be greedy for your body." Pei Tingsong looked up and down, the blasphemous expression on his face did not hide, "But since it is going to be open for business, there must be one party to cooperate with the other party. Look at your expression..." he Bend down, picked up the coat that had fallen on the ground and put it on Fang Juexia's shoulder, "It's too fake."
Fang Juexia stared at him without speaking. He has always been like this, his eyes are cold and direct, as if he never feared or cared.
This reminds Pei Tingsong of winter.
He likes the smell of winter, cold, mixed with the last scent of decayed vegetation. Although it hardly snows in Atherton where he lives, he also likes winter.
Pei Tingsong has had a strange hobby since he was a child.
In winter, the platanus in the garden was cut by the gardener with half withered branches and leaves, which lost the vitality of summer. This is his happiest time of the year. He will squat on the ground and carefully select the straightest branches, then hold both ends and fold them in half one by one.
These remnants are beautiful and straight, lacking elasticity, and look like they will not yield. At the moment of breaking, you can feel the stubborn resistance faintly under this rigidity. But it's useless, they will eventually break and make a crisp sound. The broken section shows the last fresh vitality, and the complex smell of the fragrance of plants and the decayed dead branches diffuses out, which is very charming.
The moment of breaking will bring him great psychological satisfaction.
At this moment, this familiar satisfaction is approaching.
He seems to have found another dead branch he likes.
"Don't get so intolerable. I really don't have any interest in you in that area. But since you have agreed to open, you have to act like a business. If you don't know what to do..." Pei Tingsong smiled and looked very funny. Innocent.
He stretched out his hand and brushed away Fang Juexia's wet hair on his forehead, with a low voice, "Just listen to me, brother Xia."
This was the first time that Fang Juexia heard this guy three years younger than herself call her elder brother in person.
In the two years, their lives seemed to overlap, but in fact they existed in two straight lines with different coordinates, without any overlap in the slightest. Fang Juexia's mood is always calm, as if he can deal with any troublesome person indifferently. Because people always follow basic laws and act as animals, they are all projections of natural laws.
But Pei Tingsong is an exception.
He is a flammable and explosive uncertain factor.
Fang Juexia remained silent, his eyes still looking straight at Pei Tingsong. After a few seconds, he stretched out his hand for Pei Tingsong to sort out the shirt collar that was accidentally turned over, like a competent brother. In the end, this beautiful mouth did not reveal any words, only the corners of the mouth were torn off and left.
They spent the next few days in planning meetings and practice rooms, and the concept of the new professional is still a bit vague. Until Cheng Qiang made a joke in the middle of the meeting.
"It's really hard. I really can't let Jiang Miao play a guzheng, Ziyan plays DJs, and screamed afterwards, thinking that Xia Luyuan's dancing and Xiao Pei's rap in the next stage."
It was originally a joke, everyone was laughing happily. The two people on the table really listened to it before thinking about it.
"Wait a minute."/"I have an idea."
Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong said in unison. The meeting room was quiet for an instant. Everyone was shocked by this unprecedented sense of understanding, and the atmosphere fell into an embarrassing situation for a while.
Just as everyone was waiting for the two of them to continue talking, the two of them stopped talking again as if they were competing.
Cheng Qiang knocked on the table with his knuckles, "You two are really funny. Okay, let's say the fourth one first."
"Why?"
Knowing that Pei Tingsong would be dissatisfied, Cheng Qiang said, "Then you say first."
"... I'll just say it." Pei Tingsong cleared his throat, and turned the pen in his hand for several rounds. "The new album allows us to participate in the production."
Rather than being an idea, his tone and expression are more an announcement.
Cheng Qiang rolled up his sleeves, "Hey, you kid..."
"I also agree with his views."
Everyone turned their heads together, and looked surprised at Fang Juexia in the other direction.
Ling Yi tilted his chair back, and whispered to Lu Yuan, "Do you think it's weird..."
"I feel." Lu Yuan nodded earnestly, his eyes turned around on the two of them, "How do I see how they match up now, what's wrong with me?"
Ling Yi rolled his eyes and said, "You are guilty."
Fang Juexia did not hear the discussion from his teammates, and said, "In fact, the concepts of the previous two specialties also took a lot of thought, but the effect was mediocre. Of course, it may be that our ability to digest concepts is not enough. So I thought," He looked at the boss with a sincere attitude. , "Instead of creating a new concept for everyone to adapt and digest, we might as well..."
As a graduate of the mathematics department, the speech addiction reappeared, and the teammates couldn't help but laugh, and Ling Yi directly answered, "We might as well set an X, obviously..."
Everyone smiled, Pei Tingsong looked at him sideways and saw that his thin white neck was beginning to turn red.
Fang Juexia coughed, and tried to bring the topic back, "I mean, simply throw away the past patterns and participate in the creation. Like Qiang said, everyone has their own part, although there is no guarantee that the effect is simple. Accumulate and add, but there will always be sparks in the process of fusion, right?"
He rarely said so much, so he seemed more serious.
Chen Zhengyun was a little surprised, but still nodded, "Give me a precise idea."
"Chinese classical folk music and electronic music." Pei Tingsong stopped the pen in his hand, "This is not new, but the men's group should not be considered flooded. Brother Miao's guzheng can be used as a pluck or lead. Just take a trap. In other words, the clear sound of bass bass and guzheng should create a good sense of space up and down. Coupled with the drum set that grabs the ears, I think it can make great dance music."
(There are terminology popularization in speech)
His idea was quickly endorsed by the electronic music player He Ziyan, "I thought about this problem before. To tell the truth, I still have a few demos in my hand. They are based on this idea. There are traps and future bass. The steam wave that focuses on the bottom of a guzheng must be cool. Moreover, the fingering of the guzheng is changeable, and the rhythm can be very fast, which is very suitable for the paving before the drop." After that, he looked at Jiang Miao, "What do you think?"
Jiang Miao smiled, "It's very interesting. If you really want to try, I'll make another suggestion." He looked at Ling Yi, "One by one, you can try the drama, you have a high voice, you should be able to play the folk music electronic sound. I feel like getting goose bumps."
"The captain said that I am a little bit better now." Ling Yi touched his arm, "but I have never tried it. What about Juexia? Would you like to try it too?"
Before Fang Juexia spoke, he heard Pei Ting chant, "His voice has its own mixing effect, which is suitable for hooking."
Ling Yi immediately teased, "Tsk tusk, I found a hook for myself so soon."
He Ziyan was serious, "hook is the soul of hip-hop."
"Wow... Soul~" Lu Yuan also joined in, "I'm a little bit above the CP video these two days."
"What head up." Cheng Qiang knocked on Lu Yuan's head. "What about choreographers?"
Ling Yi immediately started the plastic northeastern dialect imitation show, "holding back his wave-shaped head."
"Fun Duzi, learning and learning is not like a corrugated head. This is Tian Ling Gai." Lu Yuan gave a blank look and became serious. "I finally arrived at my home arena. What the men's group choreographer needs is memory and performance tension. Everyone has set the theme. I think you shouldn’t just use traditional choreography in your performance. You can use two live modes, one is the band version, where you can play guzheng on the spot, and the other is to sing and dance live."
"This idea is good." A smile appeared on Chen Zhengyun's face when everyone's inspirations collided, "Anything else?"
"I suggest it." Lu Yuan smiled and looked at Jue Xia, "To remember this, we still have to feel that Xia is on the move."
Fang Juexia didn't know, so, "Me?"
"Since it is a collision between tradition and modernity, there must be traditional elements in the choreography. I just flashed a scene in my mind. I felt that Xia danced classical dance. It only needed a short solo dance and placed it on the bridge in the middle. It must be amazing with a mirror to the end..."
Hearing this, Pei Tingsong's mind automatically presented a picture. Under the guzheng solo, the all-black stage casts a single chasing light, only hitting him, with sleeves at the waist, and a folding fan. The slender figure stretches and twists, and the light feels flexible through the silk fabric. The musculoskeletal texture, moonlight chasing water.
The stretched toes landed in the last clank, the folding fan spread out, and the brows and eyes stretched out with a touch of red.
"Little Pei? Pei Ting Song."
Cheng Qiang's voice pulled him out of his imagination, Pei Tingsong returned to his senses, and he looked up and found that everyone was looking at him, "What am I doing?"
"What are you thinking about so fascinated." He Ziyan stood up already, "Go, the meeting is over."
So fast.
Only time for a dance.
"How about? My proposal just now." Lu Yuan took Fang Juexia's shoulders, "I remember you said before that you learned classical dance and modern dance when you were young."
Fang Juexia nodded, "I skipped it when I was young."
"When I was young?" Ling Yi could insert the topic anytime, "Je Xia, did you learn to dance since you were young? You never told us."
Pei Tingsong walked behind with his hands in his pockets, saying goodbye to his childhood, when did this guy share his experience.
"Yeah." Fang Juexia's eyes fell unconsciously, and the snow-white floor tiles in the corridor were dazzlingly illuminated by the lights. A luminous brick reflected a stage on the stage, and the men on the stage danced calmly and broadly. Going further, he saw his immature under the stage, holding his mother's hand and looking up.
[Mom, I will be like Dad in the future! ]
[Okay, our baby will definitely become the best dancer, even better than your dad~]
"After a few years of study, I didn't learn it later." Fang Juexia raised her head and looked straight ahead, and walked to the elevator with everyone, with a calm tone, as if to prevent everyone from continuing to ask questions, he quickly continued, "The foundation should still be there, I can Try it."
Jiang Miao looked down at his hand, "Oh, I have to go back to my old career." He Ziyan grabbed his right hand as soon as he finished speaking. He made a scratching motion and laughed, "Return to the old industry 2.0."
Lu Yuan: "Then you guys will soon be a demo, I want to choreograph now!"
Ling Yi frankly said, "Brother Yuan! Dalian City Grass! I want a super handsome part!"
Seeing everyone noisy, Fang Juexia's long-lost warmth appeared in her heart. It seemed that when she returned to her debut, everyone was working hard towards their dreams and trying to present the best stage, except for one person.
Looking away, Pei Tingsong's figure was reflected on the metal inner wall of the elevator, and he half-downed his head, as if in a trance.
In Fang Juexia's memory, Pei Tingsong was a 17-year-old child when he arrived. In fact, he didn't have much opinion on airborne. He was always a teammate, and he got along normally.
But at that time, Pei Tingsong really didn't accept it, because he had a misbehavior when he was practicing dancing. Fang Juexia, who had never been angry, clashed with him. That was the first conflict between them. The two young guys fought, but the others couldn't help it.
[Do you think I just want to be an idol here? What to practice! I have nothing to say to a person like you who is struggling to think about it! ]
After hearing these words, Fang Juexia knew why Pei Tingsong, who was so friendly the first time he met, would change his attitude later.
But he was not angry at the moment, he was extremely calm.
[I heard you want to be a hip-hop singer. ]
As early as the second day when Pei Tingsong joined the company, he was forcibly sent back to China by his parents when he was a teenager in the United States. Everyone knows that he was taken to Star Atlas by his sister. It's a small company, probably to give him a taste of the entertainment industry.
Both the original intention and the method are different from their hard work.
[Dreams are not high or low, there are only things that can and cannot be realized. ]
Fang Juexia let go of his hand holding his collar.
[I have nothing to say to you who are naive and prejudiced. ]
A rumor-ridden paranoia, and an arrogant rebel, the trajectory of life should have gone in the opposite direction. But it happened by mistakes and blunders, and an encounter turned into an accident scene that could not be repaired for two years.
No one bothers to know who, anyway, as long as they can maintain a safe distance, they can always maintain surface peace.
"By the way, Brother Miao," Pei Tingsong said when he got out of the elevator, "You guys practice first, I have to move."
"Moving?!" Ling Yi's eyes lit up, "Is it moving back to the dormitory! Today?"
Pei Tingsong nodded, "Tomorrow, Brother Qiang urged me for a long time, after all, I want to record the group review."
Fang Juexia stared at his profile, coincidentally at the same time he turned his head and met his eyes. Everything is very ingenious, just like the second official intersection between them is also related to the "hidden rules", he knows it, but he does it. If it weren't for this bias, they would continue to have no intersection, perhaps until the day the team disbanded.
Pei Tingsong laughed, plainly feeling like a child, "It seems that not every brother welcomes me home."
I heard that many murderers like to look back at the crime scene in search of some kind of pleasure. Strangely, he always thought that Pei Tingsong was such a person, but at this moment, his ordinary body seemed to secrete a certain neurotransmitter that stimulates pleasure, as if he was expecting something.
Once the safety distance is broken.
This accident will repeat itself tragically.
"Welcome back." Fang Juexia smiled.
The author has something to say: This chapter contains some music production terminology, to explain it (the level of half-heartedness is not necessarily very accurate, you can discuss it together~)
1. Trap: A style of electronic music. The earliest "Trap" originated in Atlanta. In slang, it refers to the place where du products are traded and the difficult living environment. Later, it gradually evolved into a style of hip-hop electronic music, generally more psychedelic, mainly rap or melody rap. The most representative song is "The Hills" by The Weeknd, which I will share on Weibo, which is also very suitable for the atmosphere of this chapter.
2. Pluck: a kind of timbre in electronic music production. To put it plainly, the timbre here refers to the various sounds that appear when we listen to a song (electronic music), and then pluck is a plucked instrument sound (plucking is a A way of playing guitar plucking), this kind of tone has a melody and decays, that is, after a sound is emitted, the volume decreases and does not last.
3. Lead: The sound is the same as pluck, but it is powerful and prominent. It usually appears at the beginning of the song. (The song shared above has a lead at the beginning)
4. Drum set: As the name suggests, it is a set of percussion music. Like European and American music, it pays much attention to the sense of rhythm. Therefore, whether a drum set is good or not can decide whether a song will sell or not. You can try to listen to European and American hot orders every year. It can be said that the drum set of each song is excellent.
5. Demo: The demo of the song. The songs we hear are all finished products that have been modified and mixed with vocals. The demo is actually the predecessor.
6. Future bass: It is also a kind of music style, which is very popular nowadays, but it is not well defined at present. However, everyone may have heard a lot. For example, "Faded" and Smokey's "Closer" are both future bass, and there are also some "vapor wave" electronic sounds, so the audience of future bass is wider.
7. Drop: Everyone must know that after part of the main song is over, there will be a phrase "Drop the beat" (Drop the beat). In fact, the drop is to lay the groundwork before listening to the electronic music. You have been waiting and waiting. , The last high-energy moment that makes you feel super explosive and can’t help shaking with the rhythm.
8. Hook: Many people understand it as a chorus, especially a chorus in hip-hop songs. In fact, hook means "hook". It is a melody that often appears in the chorus, and it is also the most engaging song in the whole song. part. (Xiao Pei said that Jiao Xia is suitable for hooking because he has a very special tone, and interspersed is the most catching in rap.)
Other terms:
bridge: The paving for the last chorus. Let's take the example of "The hills" above, "Hills have eyes... Only you." This section is bridge. Generally, the atmosphere of bridge songs will change.
One shot to the end: without editing, one shot ends.