KUZI's variety show will start broadcasting two months later, and it will be filmed in a closed environment, and the participating musicians will not be able to leave the base unless there are special circumstances.
Ji Sheng packed his things in the early morning, and walked to the door with his newly purchased suitcase.
Xie Xuanming didn't know whether he was going to go out or what, he stood at the door and straightened his cuffs, blocking the way.
Ji Sheng bent down and pushed the box, and said casually, "Do you have a schedule so early today?"
Xie Xuanming said coldly, "I have a lot of schedules."
It means that I am popular and I have the resources, so don't speculate if you are confused at home.
Ji Sheng understood what he meant, and said obediently, "Okay."
Before the driver came, Ji Sheng pulled his luggage and leaned against the door, raising his eyes to look out.
Xie Xuanming glanced at him: "You want to leave so much?"
Ji Sheng didn't expect him to take the initiative to talk to him, so he answered in a daze, "No, I'm afraid I'll be late."
Xie Xuanming snorted perfunctorily, obviously not accepting such an excuse. He also looked outside the door, the asphalt road was empty, it didn't look like anyone would leave, and there would definitely be no one coming back.
Ji Sheng turned his head to look at him, his straight nose was particularly eye-catching, his lonely expression slipped from between his brows, and along with the light, it disappeared from his lips in a flash.
Ji Sheng was fascinated, and asked out of nowhere:
"Will you miss me when I move out?"
Xie Xuanming turned his head, glanced at him like a ghost, and frowned: "Don't be sentimental."
Probably because he thought that he had put someone to bed some time ago, it was not convincing to say this, so Xie Xuanming added: "I have someone I like."
Ji Sheng had a heart attack, he didn't want to face the bleak fact that he had unintentionally broken up the child and let this hapless child fall in love with him for many years.
He blurted out: "You can choose someone you like."
Xie Xuanming's brows were furrowed even tighter, and his eyes were full of disbelief that his nose was pushed on his face.
Ji Sheng thought for a few moments that he was going to be scolded or even beaten, but Xie Xuanming didn't do it in the end.
"Don't even think about it."
He turned and left, leaving only a shadow of Ji Sheng's back.
Ji Sheng watched, sighing for no reason.
The driver parked the car at the gate and honked the horn to remind him.
Ji Sheng turned back and pulled the box away, then walked out the door.
KUZI's recording location is in the suburbs, and the journey is very far away.
Ji Sheng watched the scenery outside the window change from a green forest to a tall building and then back to a green forest. He yawned, his eyelids dropped several times, and fell into a deep sleep.
The bumpy drive shook long memories into his mind, and in a drowsy state, Ji Sheng dreamed of the scene when he participated in the KUZI program last time a few years ago.
Three years ago, "The Sound of Music" was recorded live.
The band on the stage was in a hurry, and the melody and drums were in a mess. After being amplified by the sound system, the magic sound was poured into everyone's head.
The instructor shook his head lightly, and the contestants in the audience frowned even more. Those who wore pain masks wore pain masks, all in all very unhappy.
Two minutes later, the tormenting experience finally passed, and Ji Sheng let go of his frowning brows.
The guitar and bass of this band are actually good, but the drummer's level is too poor. The beat was wrong in the first ten seconds of the performance, and then the playing got worse and worse.
The tutor's comments were basically euphemistic and smooth-talking rhetoric. Ji Sheng lost interest after hearing a few sentences. He quietly reached out and patted Sheng Kongzhi's shoulder beside him, leaned into the other's ear, and said softly:
"This drummer's basic skills are not solid—"
The connected mic spread his scathing comments throughout the recording session.
Ji Sheng: …
Sheng Kongzhi: ...
tutor:…
Drummer on stage: … TT
Sheng Kongzhi covered the mic and said in a low voice, "The mic is connected throughout the program."
Ji Sheng wanted to cry but had no tears: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"
Sheng Kong knew his breath: "You didn't ask."
The two of them were whispering below, and the drummer who was brought out to criticize on the stage let out a wow and cried.
"I know that I have a lot of shortcomings." The drummer held up the microphone and suppressed the tears in his eyes, "I will work hard, please give me some time."
There is a reason why this drummer can participate in the show with such poor technology.
One is that he has a background, and the other is that he really has a good face, and he cried so much that it made people feel pity.
No matter what the reason is, the judges have to favor him.
Wang Yan, the program promoter, was euphemistically praising the drummer's potential, but was interrupted by Ji Sheng's voice. She was very embarrassed, and turned her head to lock on Ji Sheng who was in the audience, and said displeasedly: "Although this It is true that the strength of this drummer needs to be improved, but his attitude is very good. On the other hand, this player interrupted when the instructor was speaking, and rashly commented on the performance of the same student, which is very rude."
The footage of the recording scene was locked on Ji Sheng.
The drone camera floated over, and Sheng Kongzhi broke out in a cold sweat.
After graduating, Li Tan approached him and said that he had an opportunity to make a fortune, and saved money to start a small music company called Qingchu. Unable to participate, Xie Xuanming couldn't get in touch at all. Li Tan searched left and right, and finally came over with hope, and asked Sheng Kongzhi and Ji Sheng if they would like to join.
Sheng Kongzhi had no such intention at first, but Ji Sheng insisted, so he agreed.
I thought that joining the company would be the same as before, going to the bar to sing and play musical instruments in my spare time. Who knew that within half a year, KUZI held a band program to select musicians, which attracted a lot of attention. It happened that Li Tan found the way. He sent himself and Ji Sheng in twice.
Ji Shenglai was very happy to participate in the show. He could have heartless and foolish music if he could play drums, and Sheng Kong couldn't help but worry when he saw his lack of ambition.
Sheng Kongzhi is far less relaxed than Ji Sheng. On the one hand, he is sure that "The Sound of Music" is a good piece of cake. A good performance may change the life trajectory of him and Ji Sheng. On the other hand, he is watching various variety shows under KUZI. I came to the conclusion with lingering fears—KUZI’s malicious editing is very scary, and it is a common practice to step down players with no background and praise players with capital.
Both myself and Ji Sheng came from small companies with no background, and now Ji Sheng is still jumping out...
It's almost rushing to be used as editing material.
Wang Juan and Ji Sheng had already had a few conversations. Wang Juan asked him to go on stage to prove his strength, and Ji Sheng agreed.
"So, what repertoire are you going to perform? Do you need a sound teacher to prepare?"
Before Ji Sheng could answer, Sheng Kongzhi grabbed his wrist and shook his head slightly.
Ji Sheng glanced at him in surprise, didn't understand the meaning, and continued to answer:
"No. Just the song performed by the contestant just now. Can the guitar and bass cooperate?"
Bass and guitar nod on stage.
Wang Juan was shocked: "Have you practiced this song too?"
"I haven't practiced before." Ji Sheng said, "I wrote down the tempo carelessly. If it doesn't work, freestyle is fine."
Wang Juan and the mentor next to her looked at each other: "Okay, come up."
Only then did Ji Sheng get up, and asked the ashen-faced Sheng Kongzhi, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay..." Sheng Kongzhi was weak.
It is impossible to stop the matter now, and we can only see if Ji Sheng can show value other than evil cutting.
Sheng Kongzhi sighed and let go of his wrist: "Hit hard."
"Of course it will." Ji Sheng raised his eyebrows, walked through the auditorium and onto the stage.
He first said hello to the instructor, and then bowed to the guitar and bass, and then sat on the drum stool.
Sheng Kongzhi glanced at the camera, this segment has been filmed, whether it can be broadcast depends on whether the program group is willing to give it a chance.
Ji Sheng sat down on the chair and found that he didn't bring the drumsticks, so he raised his head and asked the drummer beside him, "Can I borrow the drumsticks, please?"
Turning his back to the camera, the fragility and innocence that the little white flower drummer had been hanging on just now disappeared, replaced by disdain and insidiousness. He lowered his voice and said angrily: "What trouble are you looking for when you have nothing to do, and step on me in such a hurry? My company has something to do with it." , believe it or not, this episode won’t be aired?”
Ji Sheng was also stunned for a moment by this man's superb operation of face-changing Peking Opera. But after all, he has worked hard in society, and it is not that he has never seen ghosts and ghosts, so he quickly accepted the setting that the harmless little white flower is actually a double-faced person.
Ji Sheng stretched his hands forward without changing his face: "Whether to broadcast or not, we have to fight first."
Huang Quan's little white flower gave him a hard look, and pushed the drum stick over rudely: "This is a custom-made drum stick, can I afford to pay for it if it breaks? Poor ghost!"
Ji Sheng ignored him, took the drumsticks to say thanks, tapped the drum lightly a few times to familiarize himself with the feel, then raised his head and nodded to the waiting bass guitar.
The music sounded, and Ji Sheng raised his hand lightly.
The slender drumsticks circle around the same slender fingers, and the front ends land firmly on the drum.
In the first and second drum beats and the first melody, the instructor's expression completely changed.
Someone asked on an anonymous forum how to tell if a drummer is good.
The answer is simple.
See if the audience will directly focus on the drummer behind when the drum beats.
Ji Sheng is undoubtedly an excellent drummer.
As soon as his drum beat came on, the steady and firm voice overwhelmed the melody and hit the ear bones of the audience.
Wang Juan unconsciously pressed her ears tightly.
According to the management's instructions, that trashy little white flower must be kept. La Jisheng came up because he thought that the impromptu performance would not be amazing. , Misleading through editing, stepping on one handful, and getting the little white flower up.
However, no mistakes. Whether it is rhythm stability or typhoon, they are impeccable.
Wang Juan hesitated to take a look at the director who was hiding in the dark. If this continues, the situation will get out of control. Now I can stop and save it, and later...
I'm afraid the script of the show will be changed a lot.
Wang Juan signaled to the director, but the director paid no attention to her.
He was looking intently at the free drummer on the stage, rubbing his fingers over the walkie-talkie, as if he was thinking about something.
When the music reached its climax, Ji Sheng quickly tapped out the corresponding drum beats. With a turn of the drumsticks, he added some flowery tricks according to his interest, making the rhythm that was not loose in the first place more compact, and the dense drum beats made people breathless.
Bass played a long note, Ji Sheng took advantage of the gap to stop, and opened his hands to embrace the light.
There was a pause in the audience, and then it was boiling. The players who watched applauded, and some excited ones even jumped up and applauded loudly.
Amidst the cheers, Ji Sheng lowered his eyes, and continued to strike the last freestyle, with the bass ending stuck, and the accent paused, ending the perfect show.
There was overwhelming applause.
Wang Juan moved her lips lightly, then turned to look at the director again.
The director looked serious, and rubbed his fingers on the walkie-talkie a little more. Finally, he frowned and raised his hand to give instructions to the walkie-talkie.
"This paragraph is reserved."
On the stage, Ji Sheng stood up, bowed and turned to Xiao Bai Hua.
Xiao Baihua's face was ugly, her delicate facial features were gray, and her whole face was purple.
He thought unwillingly, I haven't lost yet, I want to propose an additional test, let the guide play the recording, and I will definitely be able to overwhelm this kid who came out of nowhere.
He was about to shout, but Ji Sheng stopped him first.
"Thank you for the drumsticks." Ji Sheng smiled and said with a volume that the microphone could record.
He handed over the drumstick, pulled the little white flower into his arms, covered the wheat, and said softly:
"Don't be obsessed with custom-made drumsticks, sign up for a class to practice basic skills, it's not expensive."
Ji Sheng patted Xiao Bai Hua's back, and said softly and sincerely:
"By the way, at your current level, you can't even keep up with the tempo even if you're fake hitting."
The author has something to say:
Xiao Ji is really good at applying what he has learned