Ji Zhiyi spent one night perfecting the score.
The main problem with the second song is the instrument, which she doesn’t have and doesn’t know how to do. It's rock but not authentic rock, and it's a completely different style from the first song.
Ji Zhiyi was not able to record each instrument by himself like the first song, and then tune and edit it. She directly inputs the music scores into the music software, selects different instruments, and then records and synthesizes them after setting them up.
In this age of technological development, as long as you can write music scores, what instruments are you afraid of not being able to produce a sound? The system will not make mistakes or go out of tune, and it does not require maintenance or tuning. It's not perfect, but it's cheap.
Most functional software is now free and relies on advertising and funding to maintain operations.
Although artists always denounce such sounds as soulless, but making a demo accompaniment, what kind of soul is needed
After recording, I didn’t do much editing and was ready to upload it directly.
You can choose whether the music software is paid or free, but the list will not be shared. There are more different charts for paid songs, and the software serves as a platform and participates in a 50-50 split.
However, most of the exposure on the platform is on the natural charts. Just looking at data, newcomers and new songs cannot climb up at all. Without a company to help you promote your songs, songs that are submitted to the paid section may not even make a splash. This is why Ji Zhiyi chose to free his first song.
Ji Zhiyi followed the prompts to set up.
Free trial times. After hesitating for a moment, she knocked ten times. This was a small number, but she felt she could do it.
Select non-exclusive publication and click Upload.
Ji Zhiyi leaned on the back of the computer chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked through the glass door to the balcony in the distance. Hooking the table legs with his toes, he turned the chair slightly.
Five minutes later, the system automatically completed the screening and confirmed that it was not too similar to other songs in the library, and the preliminary screening showed that there was no plagiarism. Then a message indicating successful upload will pop up.
She searched for her song title in the search box and clicked to play.
Smooth music came from the speakers, and she closed her eyes in the melody.
The past ten years flashed through her mind like a fleeting glimpse.
Those questions, pain, uneasiness, hesitation, sadness... have become so distant, but they are clearly engraved in her memory. In a world full of darkness, she still persisted with hope for the future.
What does the future hold? What is hope? Where are the truth and dreams? What’s the point of trying hard
She couldn't answer it herself, but even then, she still couldn't find a reason to give up.
Those are just boring excuses. There was a hot feeling in her heart telling her that even if everything was unsatisfactory, she could take one more step, just one step.
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Now, what she thought she couldn't do, she actually did. Now that one foot has hit the ground, all that is left is to move forward steadily. No one can drive her away from her own path.
Ji Zhiyi laughed and wiped his face covered with tears.
"You are awesome, Ji Zhiyi."
Ji Zhiyi took a deep breath, returned to the homepage of the live broadcast software, entered the URL of the song, and sent a new message. Then he sent a private message to Qu Limo’s Yuanfen, telling him that his new song was released successfully.
Fate was obviously not asleep yet, so he stayed up late and ruined his hair. After receiving it, I quickly said "ok" and ran to listen to the song happily.
Ji Zhiyi stood up, his head felt dizzy because he got up too quickly. She held the computer table steady for a while, then went to the bathroom to wash her face.
She originally wanted to go to bed after washing up. After all, it was almost time for her biological clock to adjust. But because I just finished writing the song, I am very excited now. I guess I can only toss and turn when I lie on the bed.
Ji Zhiyi took out his mobile phone and sent it to the little boss after thinking about it.
Ji Zhiyi asked: Have you slept
The little boss is concise and concise: Make soup base.
Ji Zhiyi: Do you want to deliver food
Little Boss: Yes.
Ji Zhiyi asked: What to eat
After a while, the little boss sent me a photo. It was taken by the young boss standing next to the chopping board, from top to bottom.
He wore a white-gray apron around his waist, and the chopping board was empty. The central focus of the photo seems to be his own narrow waist.
Little Boss: You can see my stomach
Ji Zhiyi: I can’t see it.
The little boss then sent: Do you want to eat something
Ji Zhiyi:…
Her hands shook and she almost dropped her phone.
Do people nowadays like to pant so much while typing? !
Her phone vibrated again.
Little Boss: I can’t see it either.
Ji Zhiyi covered his chest to calm down.
Don't tell me seriously. Thanks.
Little boss: your stomach
Ji Zhiyi saw that there were no punctuation marks behind him and knew that he hadn't finished speaking yet. Before he could edit it, I quickly sent it over.
Ji Zhiyi: I want to eat noodles. Pour whatever soup is left over, don't pick and choose.
Little Boss: Oh.
It seems a little disappointed.
Ji Zhiyi felt that he would lose friends like this, so he comforted him again: The food you cook is delicious.
It took a while for the little boss to reply: Otherwise
Ji Zhiyi: "..."
Fine.
The little boss quickly brought a bowl of noodles.
He put down the things, turned around and left in a hurry, saying that he still had to take care of the fire downstairs and asked Ji Zhiyi to just bring the bowl back tomorrow.
Ji Zhiyi held the bowl and looked down. He saw that the noodle soup was clear, and white hand-rolled noodles were lying at the bottom of the bowl. A few thinly sliced mutton were added to it, and half of it was immersed in the noodle soup.
The little boss also brought her an extra small bag of vinegar and green onions. She tore the bag open and poured it in.
Ji Zhiyi originally thought it was clear soup, but after taking a sip, he discovered that it was soup made from chicken bones, pork bones, etc. The soup base is similar to boiling cabbage, and is now used to cook noodles.
It happens to be evening time, so this kind of soup is neither greasy nor greasy, fragrant and refreshing, which is perfect.
After she finished eating the noodles, she was still sitting at the table unable to recover. Touching his belly and facing the wall in a daze.
How could there be a small boss in the world who makes such delicious and considerate food
Ji Zhiyi looked at his phone again out of habit and found that the night mode had been automatically turned on. Go back to brushing your teeth and get ready for bed.
The next morning, the mobile phone signal was reconnected, and someone started dialing her number in succession.
Ji Zhiyi picked it up to check and found that it was Tommy.
I didn't go to him to ask about the results in the past few days, but he actually came to find me.
Ji Zhiyi pressed the green answer button and clicked on the speaker.
Tommy asked a few questions in succession: "Why did you upload the song? What on earth are you doing? Didn't I just tell you when I called you two days ago? Why didn't you tell me first?"
Ji Zhiyi frowned, approached the phone, and said in a bad tone: "I'm singing my own new song, why can't I sing it? I just asked you to help sell two songs. It doesn't mean that you are my manager, nor does it mean that I am with Hengxing I signed a contract of sale. How come the cooperation has not been reached even once, and I have to report it again and again in the future?"
"That's not what I meant." Tommy restrained himself a little and said angrily: "Didn't you say there were only two songs?"
"Yes. There were only two songs at that time. But after I sold them, I sorted out the old manuscripts and felt that they could still be improved. So now I have released a few more songs." Ji Zhiyi said, "How can inspiration be such a thing? Can it be used as a guarantee?"
Tommy asked: "Then what other songs do you have? How many are there? I..."
"I'm not selling it," Ji Zhiyi said directly, "I'm going to keep it and sing it myself."
Tommy said anxiously: "Being a singer is not easy! If you sell songs, now you have a basis for cooperation, and I can help you negotiate a good price. Ji Zhiyi, there is obviously a good way for you to go, why do you have to do the opposite? What about following the Tao? You are an excellent songwriter, but ask yourself, are you suitable to be a singer?"
"Isn't life just an attempt anyway? Since we can only stay where we are, why not take risks. I can't even say no to my life, can you?" Ji Zhiyi smiled, "There is no risk as high as my retreat. In the new year, it’s time to devote yourself to creation, right? I’m not afraid of losing.”
Tommy choked at her and said angrily: "If you don't listen to the advice, forget it! You young people are so self-righteous after you have made some achievements. I am obviously thinking about you. I said before that I can help you talk to Xingxing We’re trying to pull the strings, but you said we’ll have to wait and see. If you release the song now, do you know there will be procedural problems on the Hengstang side?”
Ji Zhiyi said: "Xingxing? No, I have decided to sign the friendship."
Tommy was surprised again: "Have you already signed a friendship letter?"
"I'm about to submit my work to them." Ji Zhiyi said, "Now that I have some past achievements, I won't be directly rejected if I submit my work. I know that Brother Tang has a good relationship with Hengxing Entertainment, so I won't bother you. ”
"Haha." Tommy laughed sinisterly, "Do big companies just sign if they want? You see there are so many Internet celebrities on the Internet and they have sung so many pop songs, but is it a sign of friendship? This kind of thing Big companies have a solid foundation and don't like to sign lip-songs. What they want are potential singers who can develop in the long term. How old are you? How old are you? Do you have enough potential for Qingyi to invest a huge amount in you? If not, what are you going to do? ?”
Tommy swallowed: "And why do you dislike Hengxing? Hengxing is also a large domestic entertainment company. Ordinary people can't get in even if they squeeze their heads. It's not worse than friendship at all. I can't guarantee your treatment and contract level. At least we can ensure that the contract is fair.”
"I know, but I like Qingyi more." Ji Zhiyi clasped the pattern on the rim of the bowl with his fingers, "Qingyi has fewer artists than Xingyi. Although the requirements are high, the treatment is the same. I think I can be a phoenix."
Tommy: "What? Is it that simple? There are so many musicians who write a few well-known songs and then disappear from the crowd. Haven't you experienced that experience? You can guarantee that you are so lucky. , always bursting with inspiration? I say you have to think about the future. You can’t just think about taking risks, that’s called middle school, how old are you!”
Ji Zhiyi: "That's better than being a neglected cocktail in a star, right?"
"You said stars are chickens?!" Tommy said angrily, "Forget it, don't regret it yourself! I'm too lazy to tell you!"
After he finished speaking, he quickly hung up the phone.
Nowadays, it is difficult for singers to produce well-known singers in this highly competitive and bleak industry.
He really didn't believe that Ji Zhiyi could make a name for himself in this industry.
Let’s not talk about the high standard of signing a contract. So what if she actually signed it? She can't rely on her reputation, has no sense of variety shows, has never studied acting, can't live in a variety of places, and has a nerdy attribute, how can she become famous? How can this be red
At this time, the conference room of Qingyi Company. A group of people are getting together for a meeting.
The leader, a middle-aged woman, held a folder and loudly said: "My suggestion is that for the next music program, we need to invite old singers with national recognition and strength to sing. Do you understand, the key is strength." If you have people on hand, please report it first, and if there is no one, please contact me. But don’t bring this kind of marketing guru to me. You don’t know how she became popular back then? Just with her singing skills, go and check the tune first. Find it right. I'll say it again, listen! What I want is the absolute strength!"
Zhang Fangfang turned away, put one ear behind the conference table, and secretly put on his Bluetooth headset. Fingers pressed under the table.
He casually clicked on a music icon, scrolled through the ranking list with familiarity, and found a song floating at the top of the new song list. It was a new song just released last night.
He widened his eyes and looked carefully.
The day before yesterday, he also saw this creator's name in the hot search.
The name Ji Zhiyi was not unfamiliar. He had paid attention to it before, but unfortunately he suddenly disappeared.
He was actually not very interested in the new song posted on the hot search, because it wasn't his favorite style, but his singing skills were indeed good, but he couldn't accurately estimate the range.
He was hesitating whether to sign it, but considering Ji Zhiyi's experience and the current number of people in the company, he felt that his superiors might not agree, so he vetoed it.
In fact, he was still afraid of Ji Zhiyi.
You said that if a person is unhappy again and goes into seclusion for seven or eight years, the skin of the guy who signed her will be ripped off by the boss, right
Besides, he wrote such a song in 1978. To be honest, he was disappointed. From the style and tune, it can be seen that Ji Zhiyi is already in a gloomy mood. What do you think artists fear most? Lack of self-confidence and ambition. The artist is not in a good condition. He is very tired as a eunuch who always rushes to resurrect the emperor!
It turns out that there was more than just one song coming out of seclusion, so that’s good to say, it’s not as useless as he thought.
Zhang Fangfang casually clicked in, and the sudden drum beat at the beginning made him tremble. His expression, which was still groggy at first, suddenly became energetic.
The leader who was speaking noticed his unusual movements and raised his eyebrows dangerously: "Do you have any objections?"
Zhang Fangfang shook his head vigorously: "No!"
The middle-aged woman ignored him, turned her head, and continued to scold the people on the list: "I said what's going on? Have you really carefully selected people? Have you really listened to these people's songs? Are you aesthetically inclined? Abnormal, or are you deliberately perfunctory with me?"
Zhang Fangfang listened to the rhythm in the headphones, raised his hands to cover his ears, and at the same time increased the volume to let himself hear more clearly.
Closing his eyes, an intense image formed before his eyes.
This song is called "Unreached Faith"
When Zhang Fangfang saw this name when he first saw it, he thought that the new song was still old-fashioned and the writing was still regretful. I thought that although Ji Zhiyi was talented, he might really be stuck in the sad spring and autumn.
If your style is limited by yourself, isn’t that the end? There is no such thing as a sentimental diva nowadays.
Zhang Fangfang also sighed secretly. Her previous songs were not like this.
When I heard the accompaniment, I realized it couldn't be the case.
The music style is very hot and explosive.
He focused his eyes again and discovered that there was a small line of words below.
—To myself who has suffered, worked hard, failed, and persevered in the past. You are awesome.
Zhang Fangfang was speechless.
He seriously suspected that Ji Zhiyi couldn't write the original song title, so he came up with such a literary and unrealistic title.
This is a song written by the future "me" to the present "me".
He didn't know how to describe the theme of this song. When he first saw it, he thought it was a bit absurd.
What can you say about your past self? Aren’t we all talking about the future? If you want to be inspirational, why do you lose yourself first
Then the lyrics were sung.
"I'm sorry, I still can't live up to your efforts.
But those memories of dreams,
But it still makes me so excited that I can’t help myself.
I am still arrogant and surly, and I don’t know how to accept or give up. "
“…”
“The dazzling sunshine is sour and indescribable.
I am still pursuing arrogantly, choosing to believe without any reason, even if I am bruised and bruised. "
As if every sentence hit his heart, Zhang Fangfang frowned more and more.
"Thank you, I loved this world so much that I was reluctant to give up.
You stand in the sunshine on the street, full of youth,
But I couldn't help but cry when I saw your smile.
It took me too long to finally learn how to be grateful. "
“…”
“Since it’s out of reach, then keep running.
From here is the beginning. My world only has a straight line, and then it goes all the way to the end. "
From shock, to calmness, and finally to a cavity of boiling water that seems to be forcibly suppressed, the song ends.
Zhang Fangfang took off his glasses and wiped them carefully with the blue square cloth next to him.
He pursed his lips, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, and put on his glasses solemnly.
He understood why the song quickly climbed to the top of the charts within half a day of its new release. It was an irreplaceable feeling. That kind of touching may be childish, but it is very sincere. Sincerity is unique in life and is a unique product of youth.
He can't help but want to ask himself, what does he want to say to his past self now
Is failure a mistake? Is success a shame? Did I appreciate my efforts? Am I grateful for every day now
Am I still working hard for my dreams
Am I still taking the same path that I thought about day and night
The superior in front, Sister Tian, was still pointing at people and asking questions one by one. Zhang Fangfang suddenly said: "Young people can't do it?"
All the colleagues who were listening attentively and being obedient students all turned their heads and pointed at him. Look at him with admiration and gratitude.
The brother next to him winked and signaled to him:
are you crazy? It’s not like you don’t know how perverted this master’s standards are! How can young people withstand her abuse? !
Sister Tian patted the document in her hand and said, "If you can find it, of course you can."
Zhang Fangfang took out his mobile phone and clicked on the playback button.
In the huge conference room, there was only the sound of songs playing. Sister Tian's expression gradually changed from stiff to relaxed without any interruption.
Others kept nodding along with the rhythm.
Until the final accompaniment ends. No one spoke to break the silence.
Sister Tian tasted it for a long time before seriously affirming: "This song can be a hit."
Zhang Fangfang rubbed the bridge of his nose and said hoarsely: "Of course."
Sister Tian added: "I also made a note of the fact that you listened to music during the meeting."
Zhang Fangfang froze.
… No way!