Later, Tan Si also found out about Berkeley's advanced studies. On the way back together that day, Fu Cuo felt that Tan Si had something to say, and when they reached the fork in the road where they should part ways, the two of them stopped, and Tan Si smiled. He smiled and said, "I'll take you home today."
Fu Cuo also smiled: "Why, are you worried that I will be robbed?"
"No," Tan Si pushed his back and said, "I'll just walk with you. You were the one who sent me downstairs when I was in high school. I want to reciprocate."
"That's because your family lives in front of me." Fu Cuo said, still obediently letting Tan Si push him away.
Now most of the time he comes back with Sui Qingchi, occasionally the three of them come back together, and when they reach a fork in the road, he will say goodbye to Tan Si, like this moment, slowly shaking with Tan Si Going home, Fu Cuo couldn't help but think of the time in middle school. When they were in junior high school, they walked together after school every day, and they got home very late every day, because on the way back, they couldn’t help strolling here and there, playing basketball and visiting video stores. He would stand there chatting all over the world for a long time, and he would wait until it was almost dark before reluctantly saying "see you tomorrow" before going back. Two boys in the second grade seem to have endless topics to talk about every day, from basketball games, to music, to comics and games. At first glance, it seems that he is the one who sends Tan Si to the door every day, but in fact it is Tan Si who accompanies him. He, because he became a loner in the second year of junior high school, and no one was waiting for him at home, but Tan Si's mother would wait for him to go home for dinner every day.
AK joined them in high school, the two became a threesome, and now Sui Qingchi joined them again, but Tan Si was still the same Tan Si, his best and most intimate friend.
"You can tell me anything you have to say," Fu Cuo said, "There is nothing we can't say between us."
Tan Si sighed: "I just think it's a pity, the Berkeley study."
"No regrets," Fu Cuo said, "CTR is also pretty good."
"I know you gave up this opportunity because of West Wind..."
"It's good to know," Fu Cuo said, "I didn't give up because of you, Sui Qingchi, or AK. Of course, having no money is also one aspect. Speaking of which, the band is developing well now, why are they still so poor? Woolen cloth?"
Tan Si laughed: "Because CTR's tuition is too expensive, and we don't care about our accommodation. In fact, if it's because of money, we can all figure out a way together. At worst, we will advance your future performance fees first..."
"There is another reason why I don't go," Fu Cuo said thoughtfully as he walked, "I've been thinking about something recently."
"What's up?"
In fact, I just have an idea at the moment, and I still need money to get through it if I want to realize it. I didn't want to say it so early, and I was worried that it would not be realized in the end and I would be disappointed. But for Tan Si, there seemed to be nothing to keep.
"I want to make a CD." Fu Cuo stopped and said.
Tan Si also stopped, stared at him for a while, and then raised her hand uncontrollably: "Is it such a coincidence?"
The two friends looked at each other and smiled tacitly. Fu Cuo patted Tan Si's hand. The carefree feeling was like the summer when AK said "Let's form a band".
Regarding the recording of the first CD, the two agreed not to tell Sui Qingchi and AK first. Fu Cuo planned to get the accompaniment tape ready first. Except for the guitar, bass and drums, the other instruments must not be able to hire musicians, so they had to do it themselves. Everything is ready, and it will not be too late to tell them when we ask for a recording studio. On the one hand, I am worried that it will not be possible, and on the other hand, I want to give them a surprise.
Tan Si asked Uncle Yao about the recording, and went into the recording studio to record the entire CD. If only Sui Qingchi went to record a song, it might be done in an hour, but four people in the band, even if their condition They are all at their best, and I’m afraid they’ll have to record for a whole day. The band can’t be recorded in a small shed. For a larger shed, it’s 800 yuan an hour. At least 6,000 yuan must be prepared. In the later stage, you need to mix the sound and carve a CD. It’s conservatively estimated that you need to prepare It looks like fifteen thousand.
Fu Cuo looked at the estimated bill sent by Tan Si and felt a little headache. The band has an unwritten rule that everyone will transfer some money to the band's account after each performance. In addition to tuition fees, there are also expenses for food, drink, and lodging, so the band's account currently has less than 10,000 yuan.
Fu Cuo checked the income of the previous few Lives, and after doing the math, he will hold another five or six Lives. If the attendance rate is not bad, he should be able to raise enough money. Tan Si sent him a voice message: "Don't be too optimistic, we still have to go to other places to sing, and we can't keep pulling wool by a sheep."
This is also the reason for Fu Cuoxiang's thinking. It seems that in the future, we will have to try to make arrangements for small and long weekend holidays.
Occasionally, he would joke with Tan Si while talking and worrying, saying that otherwise they would not need to play the accompaniment, and all the accompaniment would be made in the instrument library, and Sui Qingchi would bring the accompaniment to post the song and sing in the studio One pass, can save a lot of money.
Tan Si said: "That's how he feels wronged, diamond-level singing, accompanied by some kind of accompaniment..."
Fu Cuo also laughed and said: "He will definitely say that I should sing a cappella, his pride will not allow it."
"A cappella is too shabby."
Fu Cuo thought for a while: "It's okay, he can play and sing, a guitar and a voice are enough."
"I'm afraid he won't be able to oake if he plays and sings."
"I can give him devil training from now on."
Tan Si laughed loudly: "Will Sui Qingchi beat us up when he hears about it?"
"No," Fu Cuo said, "I will delete it after I finish chatting with you, lest he read my WeChat."
As soon as the chat was over, he heard footsteps outside the door and the sound of picking out keys. Fu Cuo quickly replied "Cao Cao is here" and deleted WeChat.
Sui Qingchi pushed open the door, lowered her head to change her shoes and asked, "Who are you on the phone with?"
"No, I had a casual chat with Tan Si." Fu Cuo said.
Sui Qingchi nodded without making a sound after listening.
Fu Cuo stood up and said, "I'm about to eat fried rice cakes, do you want it?"
"I've eaten." Sui Qingchi walked in, put his backpack aside, went to sit on the sofa, and rested for a while. Fu Cuo's cell phone was placed on the sofa, next to his lap, and he looked at it. Looking at the reflective screen, I sat up and picked up the acoustic guitar next to the sofa.
Fu Cuo put the fried rice cakes into the microwave oven, and when he looked back, he saw Sui Qingchi twisting the strings, fingering down one by one, Sui Qingchi seemed to have a complex for the guitar, he would not let go of it, no matter how bad it was, he would play it, His purpose doesn't seem to be to play the guitar better, but Sui Qingchi has a pair of hands that are very suitable for playing the guitar. They are wide and slender, with strong fingers. It would be a waste not to use them to play the guitar well.
"Let me teach you how to play the guitar." Fu Cuo said.
Sui Qingchi held the guitar and raised her eyebrows: "Now?"
"Well," Fu Cuo said, "every night." At the end of the day, I thought about it again. Do I really expect him to record the entire CD by himself with his guitar
"Won't it take up too much of your time?" Sui Qingchi asked.
"No," Fu Cuo said. Although he also taught Sui Qingchi, in the final analysis, Sui Qingchi's guitar was self-taught at first. When they were in high school, he didn't have so much time to guide him. When Qingchi asked him something he didn't understand, he only taught him, "If you feel sorry, just teach me how to sing."
"Okay," Sui Qingchi nodded, strummed the string happily, and said, "Then I'll play, and you sing."
Fu Cuo imagined it for a while, and couldn't help laughing: "How bad that is."
Sui Qingchi put the guitar aside, curled up the corners of his mouth, and said, "Don't be so unconfident, I'll teach you to devote 200% of it, if I can't teach you well, I won't be able to teach you in this life. Anyone."
In this way, the one-to-one teaching of two people began. Fu Cuo thought, if Sui Qingchi's acoustic guitar can be taught, then Xifeng will be able to have two guitarists in the future, and if his singing skills improve, then he will have two guitarists in the future. Maybe he can also help Sui Qingchi harmonize. Only when both of them get better will there be more possibilities for the band.
It is still a little embarrassing to be taught by Sui Qingchi to sing, especially when the vocal range is not enough and the sound is always broken. Sui Qingchi is more patient than ever. He is very gentle even when making jokes, not like laughing at him, but like teasing love.
"You have to focus on the vowels when you pronounce them."
"When you can't go up, you can try to bend over or squat down."
But no matter how hard you try, you are still a little short, and it may be because Sui Qingchi is too good. If you want to target him, you will really despair when he opens his mouth. Fu Cuo couldn't help laughing at himself: "Do you regret teaching me?"
When he was standing there singing, Sui Qingchi sat on the small table in front of the sofa and observed him, didn't comment on him, just raised his chin and said, "Give me the guitar."
Fu Cuo handed him the acoustic guitar next to the sofa, and Sui Qingchi took it into his arms, lowered his head, tuned the string, and said, "I'll play and you sing."
Sui Qingchi played the prelude and Fu Cuo understood, the combination of poor and poor, no one needs to feel inferior, the setting sun sprinkles on the floor of the room, the color of the floor is as beautiful as flowing fire, and they are on the burning youth , playing and singing easily, like two beginners, babbling, toddler, supporting each other.
After singing and playing, the two of you looked at me and I looked at you. Although there were many immature things in the cooperation just now, it was surprisingly good to hear without the baggage, and Fu Cuo also sang the stanza that he had been unable to sing. went up. It's not as perfect as Sui Qingchi, but it's not as bad as imagined either.
When training breath, Sui Qingchi always put his hand on his chest or abdomen, and once he insisted on lifting his clothes to stick it on. Fu Cuo took out his hand and said, "Can't you feel it like this?"
Sui Qingchi spoke confidently: "Your pronunciation is so poor that there is almost no vibration. Of course I can't feel it."
He looked down at Sui Qingchi who was sitting on the coffee table, Sui Qingchi looked up at him, and wanted to reach in again.
Oh, forget it... Fu Cuo thought to himself.
Maybe he should order "Animal Boy" by Sunny Gu.
They went to City S again during the May 1st holiday. This time they were invited to perform. The last time they rented a venue with 500 people, this time it was full of 800 fans. It is a big venue with two floors, excluding the Livehouse. Fu Cuo thought about starting to make CDs, but unfortunately, things took a long time. After May 1st, the city checked for potential safety hazards, and their air-raid shelters could no longer be used. Fortunately, Uncle Yao helped them introduce a cheap one. The rehearsal room, which solved the urgent need.
The new rehearsal room is in the basement of a residential area, and the rent for an hour is 80 because the location is too remote. In the suburbs, it takes an hour to go there, and there are few people renting it. In addition, Uncle Yao helped them negotiate the price, and finally finalized them for a month. For ten days, the rent is 1500 per month. Rehearsals are a top priority, and the rent cannot be saved, and the matter of recording CDs can only be discussed later.
Moved to the new rehearsal place, it is too bright, no need to secretly connect the wires, and there is a floor-to-ceiling mirror. The four of them were not used to it at first. During the first rehearsal, AK helped his hat and held his drumsticks to the mirror. : "Am I so convulsed when I beat the drums?"
Tan Si comforted him: "Just get used to it."
AK glared at him angrily.
After all, they are all young people in their early twenties. With the mirror, everyone began to pay special attention to their image, especially AK, who even dyed his hair yellow. Move over in front of the mirror and move over. AK saw Sui Qingchi raise the microphone suddenly in front of the mirror. It was the kind of posture that separated his feet and lowered his head like a superman who took off in place and raised his fist. To be honest, that movement was really brutal, and there was nothing wrong with Fu Seeing that, AK's eyes were filled with displeasure: "You are so handsome, why are you so handsome? Will you give us a way to survive?!"
Is this called being handsome? Fu Cuo thought, no.
During the rehearsal, the three of them stared at the mirror all the time. Only Fu Cuo lowered his head and played the guitar as he should. After playing this part, he raised his head and saw Sui Qingchi looking at him in the mirror, and said, "Yes, very handsome. .”
A natural look of "If you don't pay attention to your image, I will help you to pay attention to it".
In late May they received an invitation to a concert in a lakeside park. They were in a forest park for two days on the weekend. Except for two well-known singers who had debuted, the rest were underground bands or Internet celebrity singers. Most of the audience are students. But what Fu Cuo didn't expect was that many fans recognized them. When Xifeng took the stage, he received a lot of warm cheers, which was flattering.
Sui Qingchi may be the only person who is not surprised by favor or humiliation. Sui Qingchi stood in front of the microphone, and a fan girl in the audience shouted:
"Sui Qingchi, why are you so handsome?!"
The voice was too loud, and everyone in the audience burst into laughter, except Sui Qingchi, who seemed unmoved, just leaned into the microphone and said, "Hi everyone, we are Xifeng".
This concert is an open-air concert, and the sound effect is different from that of a closed live house. When his voice came out, it was as open as mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and with aura like clouds and mist. For a while, everyone who knew him or not was applauding in anticipation.
Just now that girl shouted excitedly again: "Sui Qingchi, why are you so handsome?!!"
Sui Qingchi, the middle schooler, couldn't stand this posture of questioning himself. He glanced back at Fu Cuo. Fu Cuo suppressed a smile. Sui Qingchi turned his head and said something : "Okay, I heard you, calm down."
That voice is really nice, the open-air stage is so spacious, and the forest is full of wind, but Sui Qingchi's voice is like a Siberian wolf, Fu Cuo's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, thinking how calm you are.
They sang four songs that day. When the midfielder played Solo, several fans in the audience shouted in unison: "Happy birthday to Tan Si!"
Tan Si was shocked when he heard it.
Fu Cuo was also surprised. The day after tomorrow was Tan Si's birthday. Unexpectedly, the fans remembered it and even followed them to this not-so-famous concert venue. It was obviously an away game, and it was like a home game. He turned his head and saw that Tan Si's eyes were a little red.
The fans were still chattering about something. Fu Cuo seemed to hear his name vaguely, but he couldn't make out what he was saying. He looked suspiciously at Sui Qingchi beside the stage and asked, "What are you talking about?"
He didn't speak into the microphone, his voice was swallowed by thousands of fans, Sui Qingchi was drinking water, when he heard it, he took off his ears, picked up the microphone, walked to the side of the stage and squatted down, pointing the microphone at the audience.
Immediately he regretted it. The voice of one of the female fans was suddenly amplified by the microphone, and that voice was shouting excitedly and harshly: "Fu Cuo, sing him a birthday song!"
Sui Qingchi was taken aback for a moment, why did Fu Cuo sing the birthday song on Tan Si's birthday
Fu Cuo himself was also embarrassed. He glanced at Tan Si, both of them were a little speechless, and finally he said to the fans in the audience: "Let's sing together!"
So they sang this birthday song together on and off the stage. Maybe he couldn't let go of singing, and Sui Qingchi just sang along mechanically. In the end, AK's voice was the loudest and loudest.
When the last two songs were sung, it suddenly started to rain. Although it was not a heavy rain, it was considered a torrential rain. The emotions of the fans were not discounted, because Sui Qingchi seemed to sing more easily in the rain. He was originally wearing a loose white T-shirt and a denim jacket with tropical patterns. When he got up, he took off the outer denim jacket and threw it casually on the stage. The clothes fell into a splash of water behind him, and then the heavy rain quickly soaked his white T-shirt, sticking to his body. Chest, waist, back.
Fans in the audience, men and women, their fans, other people's fans, all screamed, for the first time this charismatic lead singer exposed his body in the rain.
Suddenly a thunder rolled in the distance, Sui Qingchi hugged the microphone with both hands, and sang a shocking treble that overwhelmed the thunder. The treble reached E5, but he sang it with a powerful mix, in a completely open venue , still showing an overwhelming sound field and sound pressure, the sound of the crowd boiling, the sound of thunder and rain, it is nothing to worry about, it makes the scalp numb.
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi's back, and the stretched back muscles were looming under the wet T-shirt. Sui Qingchi didn't usually sing like this. He didn't need to use special force, and he could express himself freely. When singing like this, I actually sacrificed my feelings, more like a way of venting.
He's so impulsive, restless, aggressive, but so what? The world of rock and roll is like this. In the eyes of fans, Sui Qingchi is still charming even though he is a time bomb.
At the end of the performance that day, Sui Qingchi didn't wait for them, and stepped off the stage by himself. When packing up the instrument, Fu Cuo saw the dress in the middle of the stage, walked over to pick it up, and suddenly heard fans shouting. He looked up and saw Sui Qingchi They came back again, and it seemed that they just remembered that they had forgotten their clothes. The two of them saw each other in a daze for a moment. Fu Cuo got closer to the clothes, so he walked over to pick them up, and handed them to Sui Qingchi. Sui Qingchi took the clothes, this time he did not step off the stage by himself, and helped the band carry all the instruments and speakers.
That day should have been a memorable day, not only because it was the first time they shared the stage with their debut singer, but also because it was the day Xifeng met Bole for the first time.
While packing the drum kit backstage, Peng Shuai from Houhai Music approached them and said straight to the point that he liked their music very much, and asked them if they wanted to sign a contract with Houhai Music.
All four of them were a little dazed.
Peng Shuai blinked in the heavy rain and asked, "Is someone ahead of me?"