Ji Zhiyi recorded the two songs he modified tonight into his computer, played them through electronic music software, and then adjusted the songs. I'm excited and ready to write lyrics.
She looked up at the ceiling and lowered her voice so as not to disturb the residents next door or downstairs. She doesn't like wearing headphones because her ears hurt after listening to them for a while.
When the rhythm sounded, along with the style of the tune, a few short literary sentences came to her mind.
Record it first, and then concatenate it to see if it can be incorporated into the song.
She pointed her fingers at the table, shook her head, and occasionally lowered her head to write messy and scrawled words on the white paper. It wasn't until the time reminder set on my phone rang that I realized it was already midnight.
Ji Zhiyi pressed the alarm and was in good condition now. He hadn't felt like this in more than ten years.
No baggage, no pressure, everything in the world seems to be light.
… Just as perfect as the tomato and egg rice bowl I had tonight!
There was no sleepiness at all, and every cell was screaming "Struggle!". I originally wanted to hold on for a while, but then I thought about my hair and decided to go back to sleep as scheduled.
After washing his face and lying on the bed, Ji Zhiyi remembered what happened with Tommy. Reluctantly allocate some sleep time to this nonsense.
She took the phone, found Tommy's name in the address book, and dialed it.
The first time the opponent didn't pick up, Ji Zhiyi lay on his side and kept hitting.
After finally hanging up on the fifth call, Tommy picked up the call angrily.
"Why are you calling me so late? Can't you tell me something tomorrow?"
Ji Zhiyi took a deep breath and said in as natural a tone as possible: "Brother Tang, these are the two songs I asked you to hand over before. I won't sell them anymore."
Tommy suddenly woke up: "What?!"
His voice became tight and sharp in an instant: "You said you were going to hand it over, how could you go back on your word? Why didn't you sell it? Did you find another seller? I didn't tell you to give it to me. This kind of thing is the most taboo. Will you vote?"
There was a rustle on his side, and he must have gotten up from the bed.
Ji Zhiyi thought of his panicked look, smiled sarcastically, and then said slowly: "No, I want to sing by myself."
"Your appearance is not good! Which agency nowadays doesn't care about face? Male singers are okay, but there is a popular trend of ugly and handsome people, and fans' eyes can be fooled. Female singers must have a face, otherwise how can you attract fans? ?" Tommy said in a flurry, "And you used to write lyrics and music, why do you suddenly want to step into the spotlight? Do you think being a star makes money? Let me tell you, you think too simply, and it's not easy for everyone. . In the current music industry, only the top people make money by relying on various variety shows to continue their careers, and most of them can't even sell tickets!"
Ji Zhiyi said calmly: "I think it's simple. So why not give it a try? No one in the entertainment industry can have such experience that everyone can talk about."
Tommy was furious: "I'm not making fun of you, you really should go... Well, if you go back on your word midway like this, you are breaking the contract, you know?"
Ji Zhiyi said confused: "But I haven't signed the contract yet, how can I break the contract?"
Tommy choked and realized that he was really stupid.
"You didn't break the contract, but wasn't it the song I handed you? As soon as I sent it over, you told me you didn't want it. What's the matter with others carefully reviewing it? Isn't this just a joke? It broke their rules. , do you know that this kind of thing will be blacklisted forever?" Tommy said coldly, "You didn't come forward, but I used my connections to find the relationship. What should I do? I treat you as a friend, so don't hurt me. Me. I am most afraid of offending people in this industry. It’s not your first day in this circle. Don’t you know the rules?”
Ji Zhiyi remained silent.
Tommy was afraid that Ji Zhiyi would reveal the source of the song in advance, so he gave a solemn warning: "Don't think about other things, you can't find other jobs, and you can't publish the two songs you gave me in public. I will still be here in the future. People working in this group, do you understand?"
Ji Zhiyi thought he was right.
That little traffic star's single hasn't been produced yet. If she releases two songs at this time, the other party's manager can be alert quickly and respond in time. Just kill the song and look for other opportunities.
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But Ji Zhiyi and Tommy, who are suspected of playing tricks on them, probably won't let them go easily.
That entertainment company had a huge business and had so many cooperative marketing accounts and trolls. It would be easy to deal with her as a declining musician.
Ji Zhiyi has lingering fears about their ability to confuse right and wrong, which can be called a psychological shadow. I know very well that I can’t offend them when I don’t have the right to speak.
And even if the other party holds Tommy accountable, what's the most? No professional ethics. The other party would even help him conceal the crime of privately selling other people's original songs. After all, the businessman only has long-term interests in his eyes. When the time comes, it will be handled internally. Tommy will calm down for a while at most, and then he can continue to jump around. Then the matter was forced to turn over.
So what does the unspeakable pain she has experienced count
Ji Zhiyi's eyes flashed and he nodded: "Okay."
Tommy breathed a sigh of relief: "Do you really understand?"
"I understand Brother Tang." Ji Zhiyi squeezed out each word from his mouth, "Those two songs, just treat them as a gift to me."
"You called me in the middle of the night to scare me..." Tommy muttered, "Is there anything else?"
Ji Zhiyi: "I fell asleep."
"If you have this idea again in the future, remember to tell me in advance." Tommy rolled his eyes and suddenly said: "If you really want to be a singer, after all, I am also your friend. In this way, I can help you connect. How about signing with Stellar Entertainment?"
Ji Zhiyi: "Haha, let's talk about it later. I just can't sleep and just talk about it. Good night."
Tommy always thought she heard the sneer.
Ji Zhiyi hung up the phone and stuffed the phone on the outermost cabinet. Lie down and turn over.
Her voice is in good condition, her vocal range is wide enough, and she can sing both high and low notes. The timbre is neutral and the sound is very powerful.
This really depends on talent, there is nothing you can do about it.
If it weren't for her love of singing, she wouldn't have embarked on this path. It's just that she doesn't like to show her face in public and stick to various personalities like an artist, so she chose to go behind the scenes.
Ji Zhiyi weighed it for a long time.
Fans are now equivalent to nuclear missile-level weapons in her mind. But being behind the scenes is far from enough for her to have an audience.
She doesn't need fans, she just needs people who can listen to her seriously.
So she still has to sing by herself.
Xiaohua can sing at that level, let alone her
Ji Zhiyi thought about many things in a mess, and didn't know when he fell asleep.
At 7:30 in the morning, Ji Zhiyi woke up on time. Went downstairs to eat in slippers.
The industrious little boss had already gotten up and was standing at the door with his arms akimbo, his eyes meaninglessly looking into the distance, and a deep and mysterious expression on his face.
Behind him are the crowded diners, and the waiters and chefs who are so busy that they are almost going to heaven.
"Hey." The little boss nodded to her, threw the towel over his shoulder, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Ji Zhiyi said: "Xiaolongbao."
Little boss: "No."
"Meat buns."
"No."
Ji Zhiyi cautiously asked: "... steamed buns?"
Little boss: "..."
He walked to the side and pointed hard at the small blackboard standing with a serious look on his face.
Ji Zhiyi turned his gaze and looked over. It read: "Today's breakfast includes soy milk, fried dumplings, noodles, wontons, fried dough sticks, and pancakes..."
Anyway, there are no buns.
Ji Zhiyi looked next door.
It was a professional steamed bun shop that only sold all kinds of steamed buns.
The little boss held the end of the towel and stared at her dangerously, as if if she dared to trample on the dignity of his breakfast, he would throw the towel in her face.
"Uh..." Ji Zhiyi shook his shoulders, "Soy milk noodles."
The little boss was satisfied and walked in, scooping out soy milk from the big copper pot.
Ji Zhiyi found a seat in the corner and sat down, and his order came quickly. She hummed, took apart the chopsticks next to her, and prepared to eat breakfast.
The little boss stood for a while and suddenly said: "Singing is pretty good. If you are a singer, you should be good."
Ji Zhiyi raised his head and said, "Thank you."
The little boss responded coldly: "Yes."
Ji Zhiyi quickly finished cooking the noodles and rushed home to finish yesterday's song.
If the hair could move, it would definitely stand up high into the sky at this moment, because Ji Zhiyi felt like a steam engine, and there was a steam rising up in his head.
After finishing the lyrics, she moved out the instruments accumulated at home and started recording the accompaniment and editing alone.
In the past two days, I have started practicing in seclusion again.
Since the equipment is not very good, the sound quality is still a bit rough and there is a lot of noise. She didn't care, after all, this was not a professional recording studio.
After finishing the demo, she clicked on more than a dozen social software and music software that are currently popular. Regardless of whether you are overseas or domestic, those who have an account can retrieve their passwords, and those who do not have an account can re-register and then upload the songs.
For the first song, she planned to release it for free to earn traffic. But she also understands that in today's entertainment-oriented society, hundreds of new songs are uploaded every day, and there are all kinds of data-rushing companies. Quality cannot be guaranteed, but exposure and marketing are. It’s hard to expect that you can stand out through extraordinary luck. So after passing the song, she stopped watching it.
Ji Zhiyi has no money for marketing, so he can't be idle. I excitedly checked all the business cards I could find at home, and at the same time searched for the contact information of various producers or musicians through social software.
After all, she had become popular back then and had added accounts to many people in the industry, but she didn't say a few words and couldn't even be called a cooperative relationship.
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"I have a new song out, and the URL is attached. It has not been signed yet, please contact me."
After she finished sending the text message, she squatted on the ground and waited for a long time.
Within two minutes, someone texted back and asked: "Who are you?"
Ji Zhiyi laughed twice and didn't care.
After waiting for another twenty minutes, there was no other expected reply.
Although I had expected it, I was still disappointed.
Ji Zhiyi put down his phone and rubbed his forehead vigorously.
"Opportunities," Ji Zhiyi murmured, "you still have to create them yourself."
She reopened the website and decided to follow the newbie's path and find a way, when her phone vibrated again.
The other party sent two question marks to express his confusion.
Ji Zhiyi looked at the name carefully for a long time, and then suddenly realized that she seemed to have entered the number on the takeaway business card.
Ji Zhiyi looked at the time and asked hesitantly: Are you still delivering food
The other party replied: Yes.
Little Boss: There are buns
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