Sui Qingchi closed the door, stood outside the corridor for a while, looked back at the closed door, and finally walked downstairs quickly without looking back.
The blazing sun swallowed everything in front of him, just like when he came here with his luggage to find Fu Cuo two years ago, and made up his mind to join this person's life, he wanted to merge his orbit with this person's, he The life that had no direction at first found the exit because of Fu Cuo. But now he was really sad, very sad!
Liu Mei is too cruel, take away his anesthetic, and then show him the bloody truth, and tell him why bands are hard to be popular, but idol groups are much easier, obviously they are all groups, right? Because the band is maintained by feelings, while the idol group is maintained by profit, the latter will always be stronger than the former, she will never sign the whole band knowing that someone in the band is holding back, any level of manager will not Will do such a stupid thing, what they have to do is to save the person who can be popular.
The word "rescue" was particularly harsh. That day when they were in a Japanese restaurant, Sui Qingchi looked up at Liu Mei across the table, put the chopsticks on the plate of wasabi and soy sauce, and said, "I don't need anyone to save me."
This expensive Japanese restaurant is nothing more than that, and the taste is not as good as the noodle restaurant downstairs that he and Fu Chou frequented.
Liu Mei didn't care about his resistance at all. The fact is that after Sui Qingchi sat down across from her and chatted for about 20 minutes, Sui Qingchi always looked preoccupied and hardly looked at her seriously. It was the first time he looked up at her. She smiled and said, "Yes, a genius can definitely save himself. If you don't save yourself, I can't save you even if I want to."
Sui Qingchi glanced at Liu Mei again. This woman was obviously completely different from the fans he had faced. He knew that there had to be a compromise between himself and Liu Mei. He thought of LOTUS: "Why can't we be like LOTUS?"
"LOTUS is an isolated case," Liu Mei said, "Even if it is Yitian, they dare not say that they can still hold a second LOTUS. People in the industry actually don't understand LOTUS, because the band that imitated their model signed a contract later. They all failed." She leaned back on the chair back and said with emotion, "It's not surprising, LOTUS is a group of people who are born with idol temperament, they all happen to like rock and roll, and even started a band, this kind of coincidence is too rare. "
Sui Qingchi didn't listen: "Is there such a big difference between signing me one and signing four? You can use the condition of signing me alone to sign four of us, and all my future profits can be divided into four. "
Liu Mei smiled, she admired that this young man was still dying when she said everything to this point, his innocent and brave appearance was very charming. The first time she saw Sui Qingchi walking into the restaurant wearing a dark gray T-shirt, his aloof look, with confusion and self-loathing in his eyes, made her feel that she hadn't misread Sui Qingchi. There is a strong sense of conflict on his body, like those contrasting colors that stimulate the vision, he will definitely be red.
"It's impossible," Liu Mei shook her head, took out her phone, and turned to Weibo, "Your Weibo fans are now 860,000, and the band's is 670,000. Do you remember the difference between these two numbers half a year ago? Look again The gap between you and other members of the band will only get bigger and bigger in the future. You hope that the people who come to the concert in the future will be your personal fans. Is the band useless? Your balance is not balanced at all, Sui Qingchi I have led more than one idol group, and I know too well how cruel the popularity contest among the members is. I dare say that even if the higher-ups agree to sign Xifeng on the condition that you are alone, conflicts will definitely break out between you in the end, maybe You will be the first one who can't bear it, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, what do you think?"
Sui Qingchi frowned in pain: "...then can't you really give it a try?"
"It's impossible for the company to agree," Liu Mei said lightly, "I don't think your teammates will be happy for you to do this. I know you will feel guilty if you leave the band, but there is really no need to think so. In fact, most of them are young Singers who played in bands from time to time and finally went solo successfully, they can try more styles and achieve greater achievements after they leave the band, and when they become popular, they may be able to pull a band."
Sui Qingchi laughed when he heard this, a little sarcastic.
Liu Mei shrugged: "Well, there are not many such examples, but it may not be because others are unwilling to help. Many bands are disbanded once they lose their core characters, because the value of the band is reflected in the core characters. To put it bluntly , It wasn't Xifeng who made you, it was you who made Xifeng, you don't have to carry any moral shackles, if this single-signing opportunity is presented to other people, do you think they might not be moved and not act?"
Sui Qingchi stared at the food on the table that he couldn't swallow, and said in a deep thought: "Fu is wrong."
Liu Mei looked at him, as if smelling the biggest obstacle in his heart: "That's because he is too stupid. It may be very loyal to do so, but it is completely meaningless. After many years, you will definitely regret it. If you stay in the band all the time If you refuse to leave, there will be no good company willing to sign you. The band can stay together forever, but is it interesting to play so-called underground rock like this? If Xifeng signs a contract with an ordinary company in the future, what will you do? ?You are very good. I can say that you are gold and diamonds now, but now is no longer the era when gold can shine. Without capital operation, even the brightest gold can only be buried in the soil. By then Do you really not regret it? If you regret it by then, you will really betray the band."
Sui Qingchi was completely confused when he heard Liu Mei's words.
He couldn't do without Fu Cuo, and he couldn't leave Fu Cuo behind. He has always thought this way in his heart, but now he is really confused, and he finds that he is not as firm as he thought, especially when Fu Cuo rejected the proposal.
Is it really right for four people to stay together and sink
Are his dreams those stages, or West Wind
Is there, is there any way to have the best of both worlds? !
Although there was a discordant episode the day before, fortunately for Fu Cuo, everything went well on the recording day, and the four of them were in good condition. The band entered the studio at 1 p.m. The level of the band is very high. In fact, they don't have much score in mind. Although every song has been rehearsed over and over again, Fu Cuo is still worried that if the band makes frequent mistakes, it will slow down Sui Qingchi. I didn’t expect to record all eleven songs. It was almost eight o’clock, which was much faster than expected. Only four of the eleven songs were recorded more than twice, and the rest were all recorded in one pass. Even the tuner felt that there was no What needs to be edited where the clips are.
Fu Cuo was worried that Sui Qingchi would be a little uncomfortable facing the condenser microphone suddenly without a microphone, but he obviously underestimated their lead singer, and Sui Qingchi played perfectly with one hand in his pocket.
Fu Cuo wrote the only new song for this CD, called "Somehow". He tried hard to express the magnificent lyrical style. Loud, his voice can mobilize emotions, so that he will be more in the state. The condenser microphone captured every detail of Sui Qingchi's voice and sent it back to his earphones, but he didn't expect it to be so high-profile. The sensitive condenser microphone highlights the graininess in Sui Qingchi's voice. When singing, it rushes against the ears in all directions like the rustling tide. In order to express the song, Sui Qingchi used different vocals in this song. In one of the bass passages, he lowered the resonance position so low. The sound field and sound pressure after the equipment amplification instantly brought a sense of oppression like being under the sea. When entering the chorus, Fu Cuo felt as if he was a precarious plane rushing into the mountain-like cumulonimbus clouds. The lead singer's singing suddenly exploded around like lightning, radiating electricity to the clouds, which perfectly fit the arrangement The most powerful and majestic passage in the book is simply a flash of light in the auditory world!
Fu Cuo couldn't restrain himself from looking at Sui Qingchi, and noticed that his right hand for holding the microphone would occasionally be held on his chest, clenched into a fist when he sang high notes, he could see the protruding blue veins on his neck, he didn't It's not that I can't sing to these heights, but that I intentionally vented my strength inside, not a wild and unrestrained vent, but a shock like a heart that is about to explode.
I tried my best to restrain myself, but it can be said that I exhausted my passion!
This is the last song, and it shouldn't be the last song, but none of them thought that Sui Qingchi, who had sung so many songs, could still have such a state and emotion. The sound engineer said it was perfect, and everyone looked at Sui Qingchi.
Sui Qingchi raised his hand to take down the lyrics on the shelf, pulled himself out slowly, folded the lyrics twice and held it in his hand, lowered his head and took off the closed earphones.
I heard AK saying: "I'm fucking with this voice, this is God..."
Sui Qingchi looked at Fu Cuo who was staring at him in shock, and thought, I left the best in this song.
At the end of the recording that day, they hadn’t eaten dinner yet, so they went to eat supper together. AK originally proposed to eat crayfish, but he changed his words on the way halfway, saying that it’s better to forget it, and don’t eat spicy food: “Master, you have to protect yourself too much. Throat, let's not eat spicy food from now on!"
Sui Qingchi said: "If you want to eat, you can eat it. It doesn't matter if you eat it once in a while."
AK was overwhelmed with flattery, and finally folded one, and the four of them went to eat barbecue together.
After taking his seat, AK mysteriously took out a CD case from his backpack and put it on the table, patted it and asked, "How is it?"
Only then did Fu Cuo realize that the cover of the CD was the group photo of the four of them in the rehearsal room. AK asked his classmates from the art school to help with PS. There was no P name yet, and half of the top was left blank. Sui Qingchi was turning around to put her backpack, and she paused when she saw the cover action.
Tan Si smiled and said, "It's pretty nice."
The picture of four people lying together was made into the cover of the album, which is really pretty.
AK asked Fu Cuo if he had thought about the title of the album. Fu Cuo thought of a few names, but he rejected them all in the end.
"The first album can use the name of the band," said Tan Si, "Western Wind, or West Wind."
This is the only plan that Fu Cuo has never thought of. What he thought was too complicated, and the result was too much. Now that Tan Si said it, he felt that this is actually quite good. The first CDs of many bands are also albums of the same name, which are simple, easy to remember, and meaningful: "Then West Wind?"
AK happily patted the table: "I have no objection! You can call it whatever you want!"
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi again, and Sui Qingchi looked at him and said, "Whatever you say is what you say."
"By the way," AK said, "My friend PS is an amateur, and he can't make fonts. It costs money to hire someone to design fonts. The recording and mixing master tapes cost 40,000 to 50,000 yuan. P computer fonts can be uploaded. It's too ugly, that's what I thought, anyway, the young master writes well, let the young master write down the name, and I will let my friend P up to get it done!"
All three looked at Sui Qingchi, Sui Qingchi nodded and said, "As long as you don't dislike it."
For some reason, Fu Cuo noticed that Sui Qingchi looked a little tired, probably because the recording consumed too much energy.
"Wow, just the three of us with bad words, who has the right to despise you!" AK said.
Sui Qingchi did not comment, but only asked: "What kind of writing?"
"Be more handsome! Be more domineering!"
Tan Si shook his head helplessly: "It's not calligraphy, how domineering?"
AK habitually wanted to go back, but quickly swallowed the words, and Tan Si started to complain about him again. Although the complaints were not energetic, how could he reply, I wish he would complain a few more words! In the end, he just smiled foolishly, with a look of "Brother Tan, you are right".
Sui Qingchi looked at Fu Cuo and said, "What does the captain want?"
Fu Cuo picked up the CD case and thought for a while: "For West Wind, it's better to be more elegant."
Sui Qingchi took the CD case from him, looked at it, and sketched a prototype in his heart: "Leave this here, I'll write it when I get back."
Sui Qingchi said that he would write after returning home, and he actually sat down to write as soon as he got home. When Fu Cuo came out of the shower, there were already a lot of written music paper scattered on the table, which was quite a waste of paper. Seeing him coming, Sui Qingchi put away the semi-finished products on the coffee table, crumpled up the stack of papers with both hands, and threw them into the wastebasket: "Don't read these." Pass it to him.
Fu Cuo took it and turned his head. Seeing the two elegant English words on the cover, Sui Qingchi finally wrote directly on the cover. Although it was written with a black signature pen, the font was very concise and beautiful, almost It was mentioned in one stroke, as if there was wind on one side of the floor, these two words were blown out naturally.
Sui Qingchi looked up at him, and asked seriously: "Are you satisfied? If not, I'll change it."
"There is nothing dissatisfied." Fu Cuo smiled, put down the cover, and said, "Have you practiced English fonts?"
Sui Qingchi leaned back gently on the sofa, staring at the cover: "When I was young, many people didn't like me. I still remember when I was writing on the blackboard in elementary school. I accidentally wrote a typo, and they laughed like I was attacked by a helium bomb, so I must strive for perfection, and I can only hold back if these bastards refuse to accept it."
Fu Cuo listened silently. Sui Qingchi seldom told him about his childhood. Although he wanted to and was willing to listen, Sui Qingchi's pride did not allow him to talk. He walked around and sat down next to Sui Qingchi, and finally only said "Thank you".
Sui Qingchi looked at him, stopped for a while, and said, "It's just a few words, it's nothing hard. This can be reused as the band name in the future, and I don't need to pay me copyright fees."
Fu Cuo was amused by his nonsensical answers. Sometimes they really don't have a tacit understanding, but fortunately, the sick Sui Qingchi yesterday seemed to be just an illusion. Today Sui Qingchi is healthy and normal.
For Fu Cuo, he was busier than the beginning of school throughout August. He spent a lot of time mixing and mastering, especially during the mixing period. He often stayed at the mixer for a whole day, because the band did not produce As the leader and arranger, he can only be half of the producer. He is usually responsible for the live sound effects of the band's rehearsal performances, and he can only do the monitoring, mixing and post-processing tasks in person. The rest of the band couldn't help. In addition to singing every week, going to a part-time job in a restaurant, and rehearsing, Fu Cuo slept through the stops on the subway and bus several times.
At the end of the month, the master tape was finally finished. Fu Cuo received the message that he could get the master tape and sample disc the next day. After replying to the message, he fell on the bed and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
He only woke up when Sui Qingchi came back at night, opened his eyes, and saw that it was completely dark outside: "What time is it?"
Sui Qingchi changed her shoes and walked in, saying, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy, don't worry about what time it is."
Fu Cuo still sat up, and told Sui Qingchi that he could get the master tape and sample plate tomorrow. Sui Qingchi poured himself a glass of water, went to the bed and sat down, bending his back like a bird. The big cat, who had unloaded his strength, stared at him while drinking water, as if he didn't listen much, and waited for him to finish speaking before saying, "You look so tired."
Fu mistakenly saw that Sui Qingchi was holding the mug on his lap with both hands. His appearance, including his voice, was not very energetic: "Everyone is tired during this time, but it's worth it."
Sui Qingchi was a little hesitant to speak, and wanted to say, do you know how much it usually costs to produce an album like this? There is no such thing as hundreds of thousands of dollars that you can’t afford. We can save so much money because you are responsible for composing, arranging, and producing alone. What you can get is much less than what you paid, so you don’t have to worry about it. , but I care.
But in the end he still didn't say anything, he stood up and said, "Tomorrow I'll get the master tape and samples, you can sleep a little longer."
Fu Cuo was also polite to him: "Okay, the appointment time is 10:30, and Teacher Jiang's time is very tight, so remember not to be late."
Sui Qingchi took off his T-shirt and walked into the bathroom: "Don't worry."
Maybe I was really tired during this period, and I slept very deeply this time. When Fu Cuo woke up, it was past twelve o'clock, and he had to rehearse at one o'clock in the afternoon. He ate a bowl of instant noodles and rushed to the rehearsal venue, but he was still late After half an hour, I walked down the stairs to the basement, and found that the door of the rehearsal room was open, and AK was getting angry inside:
"What practice is there?! The band is disbanded!!"
Fu Cuo didn't understand where he got so angry, thinking it was because he was late. Walking in with the guitar on his back, AK shut up angrily when he saw him coming in.
Fu Cuo saw the drum stick on the floor, said nothing, bent down to pick it up, and threw it back to AK: "Sorry, I'm late."
AK opened his mouth to say something, but Tan Si interrupted him and asked Fu Cuo, "Where is Sui Qingchi, didn't he come with you?"
"He's off to get the master tape, he might be late."
AK finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted thickly with a red face, "Why are you late?! I think he wants to run away alone!"
Fu Cuo was inexplicably yelled by AK's venting: "What are you talking about?"
"You don't know yet, how did you become the captain?" AK couldn't stand it and said, "Sui Qingchi is going to sign with another company, and he is the only one, and the contract has been sent to him!"
"Impossible." Fu Cuo said in a deep voice, frowning and asked, "Who did you listen to?"
"You don't believe me, right? I met M at KFC this morning. As soon as he came up, he asked me if Xifeng was going to break up. I'm just as fucking confused as you! Just last week, M saw Sui Qingchi with his own eyes. Go to Loki with a contract and ask about the contract! I'm going to tell a fucking lie and fine me to go out 200 yards! Grind it into a photo!"
There was a "buzz" in Fu Cuo's head.
Looking at Fu Cuo like this, Tan Si couldn't stand it anymore: "Sui Qingchi himself is not here, and M's words alone can't explain anything."
AK added fuel to the fire and said: "Okay, then call Sui Qingchi and ask him what's going on! Dare?!"
Without saying a word, Fu Cuo took out his mobile phone and dialed Sui Qingchi's number with one touch. The phone kept ringing, but no one answered.
AK looked at the two and sneered, "Why didn't he answer the phone?"
Sui Qingchi didn't answer the three calls in a row. Fu Cuo couldn't wait any longer. The doubts from AK and Tan Si now fell on him. He hung up the call and turned and walked out.
"Where are you going?" Tan Si shouted.
"I'll go find him."
Fu Cuo called Teacher Jiang in the studio, and the other party said that Sui Qingchi had already left, and he changed to the subway to rush back to the apartment. Sui Qingchi should go back directly after picking up the master tape and samples. You have to bring your guitar.
He didn't believe that Sui Qingchi would contact any company without telling him, and he didn't believe that he would leave the band. He could call M and give Loki to confirm AK's words, but he wouldn't do that, AK could do it , but he would never go beyond Sui Qingchi to ask any third party.
On the second floor of the apartment, Fu Cuo heard the sound of the acoustic guitar in the corridor, and before he reached the door, the movement of plucking the strings stopped. Sui Qingchi seemed to know that he was back.
When he opened the door, the young man holding the acoustic guitar on the sofa was looking up at him. Fu Cuo didn't know how to ask him. It was too hurtful to ask such a question, but he needed to give AK Tan Si an explanation.
Sui Qingchi sat up, put down the acoustic guitar, and said, "I have brought back the master tape and sample disc."
Fu Cuo didn't think about it in his heart, he stood at the door for a long time and thought about it, and said, "I want to ask you something."
Sui Qingchi looked in his direction, his eyes flickered almost undetectably, and said, "What?"
"AK met M this morning," Fu Cuo said, "He said you took a contract to find Loki."
He spoke very calmly, with discretion, he wanted to see Sui Qingchi's bewildered expression after listening to it, he wanted to hear him ask "what the hell" dismissively, and he even wanted him to get angry at himself because he unexpectedly Come to question him about such nonsense! But Sui Qingchi's reaction was terribly calm, neither denying nor admitting, just looked at him for a long time, then turned around and took out two documents from his backpack, and whispered: "Don't get angry first, please?"
Fu Cuo completely collapsed at that moment.
In fact, when Sui Qingchi was silent, he felt the sword of Damocles on the top of his head, but until then he didn't give up!
Sui Qingchi got up, walked over and handed him one of the contracts, saying: "This is yours, we can go together after signing."
Fu Cuo lowered his head and stared at the contract: "... what do you mean?"
"Huayi will arrange better bass players and drummers for us..."
His words stopped abruptly, Fu Cuo picked up the contract, tore it in half without even looking at it, and threw it at Sui Qingchi's feet.
Sui Qingchi looked down at the shredded papers on the ground, took a deep breath, knelt down and picked them up one by one, Fu Cuo looked at him unbearably. Like Sui Qingchi, Fu Cuo yelled in his heart: Where is your pride? What about your self-esteem? Can you bow your head for these? !
Facing the piece of trash in his hand, Sui Qingchi was still reluctant to put it down, and his throat rolled: "Fu Cuo, I can't help it. The company is only willing to sign me alone. I really tried my best."
Fu Cuo looked at him, so he won this contract for him to go with him? Should he cry or laugh
There are too many things he wants to say, it feels like there is an earthquake, a tsunami in his heart, Sui Qingchi is the instigator of this natural disaster, he broke his heart apart and shredded it with such an innocent look, but he Don't know how to blame him. Did Sui Qingchi do anything wrong? He just chose a dazzling future for himself, and even thought about taking him with him. But why is it so hopeless? !
He thought he knew him so well, but suddenly this "he" changed beyond recognition overnight, he even wanted to take apart Sui Qingchi in front of him to see what went wrong with him, he must be infected by some kind of virus, Otherwise, how could this be the Sui Qingchi he knew? !
Compared with the anger of being betrayed, it is just disappointment after all. For so many years, such a long time together day and night, it turns out that one's sincerity is entrusted to no one.
There is nothing wrong with this Sui Qingchi, he is just not the person he imagined.
"Sui Qingchi, you don't have to do this," he said with a final look at the person in front of him, "I wish you all the best."