Fang Zhao should be preparing for the chorus after listening to his vocal practice just now.
When Fang Zhao came over, the man's intermittent practice stopped, and he became nervous when he realized that Fang Zhao's target was him.
"I'm sorry, did I bother you?" the man stammered.
"No, you continue to practice yours, I'll just listen." Fang Zhao sat directly on a chair in the corner. Anyway, there were no other people around this corner, so they avoided here, and no one sat on the chair.
The man scratched his head hesitantly, looked at Fang Zhao who was sitting there, looked at the people around him, opened his mouth, but couldn't sing. I always feel that many people around are looking at him, too nervous and a little scared, what should I do if I really start to scare people? Will he be kicked out
After thinking about it, the man simply walked to the side and sat down. He stopped singing. He rested for a while, and then he sang after the attention of the people around him.
"What's your name?" Fang Zhao asked, "Is there a chorus recently?"
"Recently, a choir in Silver Wing needs someone. I'll try my luck here." The man nervously held the water glass in his hand. "My name is Pompson, doesn't it sound like a song? Haha..."
He tried to relieve his nervousness by laughing twice, but after laughing, Pompson felt even more nervous, wondering if the other party wanted to drive him away.
"My name is Fang Zhao." Pompsong listened to the other party, "Silver Wing is the producer of a virtual project."
Producer! It sounds like a big man!
Pumpsong was instantly awe-inspiring. It was obvious that the other party seemed to be about the same age as him, and they were all mixed up with the producer. No wonder the aura was so strong.
"I'm looking for the source of the sound, and I think it's more appropriate to hear the vocalization you practiced, but I want to listen to it again. You will sing the part just now. Don't press it, put away the chorus, and sing how you usually sing. Yes, how to sing now." Fang Zhao said.
Pompson felt dizzy as he felt hit by a huge pie, and wondered if he had heard it wrong just now, "Sing it again?"
"Yes, just the part you practiced just now, let go and sing, don't worry about anything else." Fang Zhao said patiently.
"Okay, okay!" Pompsong put down the water glass and stood up to sing. The glass fell down, and he didn't even look at it when it almost fell. His face was as serious as he was on the battlefield.
A few attention glances around still made Pompson hesitate a little, cleared his throat, but did not speak.
"You sing your song, see what they do?" Fang Zhao said.
"Yes!" Pompsong calmed his mind. He came here today because he wanted to fight for a chorus vacancy. The interview time was after 4:00 pm. Ka, I practiced here before the interview. I didn't expect to encounter such a good thing. In comparison, the sound source is of course more important than the chorus. It's like the difference between a protagonist and a supporting role.
Trying to ignore the attention around him, let go of his concerns, and Pompson begins to repeat a passage from the previous exercise.
At first, I couldn't let go, but after two sentences, I no longer suppressed the singing.
A few singers with earplugs around, originally practiced with the accompaniment in the earplugs, but they couldn't sing anymore. They frowned tightly, turned off the sound effect of the earplugs, and shouted to Pampson: "I want to sing. Just go out and sing, you are not welcome here!"
"Yes, you are not welcome here!"
"Why don't you ask Fang Zhao to take you downstairs to sing?"
"That's right, if you follow Fang Zhao downstairs, you can sing whatever you want downstairs." There were people around.
This time, Pomposong was really scared and stuck, and looked at Fang Zhao blankly.
Fang Zhao didn't care about the accusations around him, but smiled and was in a good mood.
"This is the public vocal practice area, which means that everyone can sing casually and sing with their voices open. Why don't you blame others if you can't sing? You have the kind, why don't you go to the single-person practice area?" Fang Zhao casually swept the accusers. A few people glanced at him and didn't say much more. He was too lazy to talk nonsense to those who didn't care. Bullying and fearing hardship are everywhere.
Pointing to Pumpsong, Fang Zhao said, "You, come with me."
Like a lost elementary school student, Pumpsong shrank his already short neck and followed Fang Zhao out of the public vocal practice area.
"Hey, you really think of yourself as a big man!" Someone looked at Fang Zhao's back and sneered.
"Fang Zhao is here to find the source of the sound, right?"
"Sure, hey, I won't even beg me."
"It's just to bluff those who don't know about it. Look at the fool just now, he was happy when he left."
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After leaving the public practice area, Fang Zhao led Pang Pusong to the office on the 50th floor, and asked Pang Pusong if he had any other arrangements in the near future. If there are no other arrangements, arrange sound source production as soon as possible.
"No! There is nothing else going on recently!" Pumpsong moved to the edge of the chair and sat up nervously, waiting for the words behind Fang Zhao.
"This is a contract, look at it." Fang Zhao called out the contract from the micro-brain on the table. These are templates that have been used before, and they can be used directly with a little modification.
Pompsong looked at the above contract very seriously and found nothing inappropriate, and nodded in agreement immediately.
Although it is still only a temporary cooperation, rather than becoming a full-time employee of Silver Wing, Pompson is so excited that he can't wait to jump in place. After signing the contract, I felt like I was floating on a cloud.
He does not have the physical condition to stand in front of the stage, so he can only stand behind the scenes, but the work behind the scenes is also divided into primary and secondary. In the past, he shared secondary tasks with other people. This is the first time he has signed a solo task, which is quite On the protagonist!
"I will report your information, and I will notify you when the pass is completed." Fang Zhao said.
"Okay... OK... OK! Thank you! Thank you!" Pumpsong wanted to bow to Fang Zhao. When he went out, he didn't know if he was dizzy with excitement and slammed into the door.
Seeing this, Fang Zhao shook his head, "Forget it, I'll go down with you, I'm going downstairs to find someone."
Fang Zhao is going to find Du Ang, but he will send Pumpsong downstairs first. Pumpsong has not recovered yet. In that state, something went wrong. He will find a suitable sound source in the short term.
When leaving the Silver Wing Building, a convoy came over in the air above.
Unlike Fang Zhao and the other small employees, big-name stars work on higher floors, and there are dedicated parking spaces on the floor, so many times, Fang Zhao can't see their people, because they are directly Take the plane to the floor.
Looking at those cars, the buildings with more than 100 floors that went directly should be some big names in the company.
"If I can get to their level, I would have no regrets even if I die." Pumpsong looked up at the air with his short neck, and said enviously.
Fang Zhao just smiled, "Who knows what will happen in the future."
Watching Pumpsong waiting for the train, Fang Zhao walked into the building, and he could hear Pumpsong excitedly telling his mother the good news.
"Hey, Mom... Yes, I came to Silver Wing to practice my voice today... Yes, I came in with the card my uncle gave... I didn't cause trouble, I really didn't, I sang under my voice, and it didn't affect anyone, but … Hey, don’t get excited, listen to me, don’t think it’s a bad thing when you hear a turning point… I signed a project today… Yes, a project within Silver Wing that has a contract… It’s not a chorus, it’s just me alone , a virtual project producer of Silver Wing asked me to be the sound source…”
It's like a protagonist suddenly becomes the protagonist. Even if it's just a small production, isn't that the protagonist? For those who have run through many tricks since childhood, this is a milestone in life.
After Fang Zhao entered the building, he went to Duang to talk about the Pompson Pass, and then went to the 50th floor to see Zuwen's progress.
When Pump Song came before, Zu Wen was locked in the studio and did not come out. After hearing Fang Zhao said that the contract had been signed, he reflexively said: "Is he stupid?"
Seeing Fang Zhao came over, he quickly changed his words, "No, I mean, he is really a good person." The contract didn't say how long it would last. Zu Wen felt that Pompson was really too young to be fooled easily.
However, when it comes to the source of the sound, Zu Wen is curious again, "There are so many people in the public sound practice area, why did you choose him?"
Fang Zhao thought for a while, but instead of answering directly, he asked, "Do you know 'situation'?"
Zuwen shook his head. Even the previous virtual project team has never heard of this.
"'Potential', invisible and invisible, can exist in absolute silence, giving people a sense of anxiety and tension, or it can exist in sound, giving people a deeper sense of fear, sadness, joy, excitement, etc. For singers, singing is not just sung according to the tune, but also needs to adjust some elements of the sound to maximize the audience's appreciation interest and affect the audience's psychology, this is the power of 'situation'." Fang Zhao explain.
"Like the same song, some people sing it to make people feel more, while some people forget it after hearing it?" Zu Wen said.
"That's right. That is also a technique. When the sound changes, it will release the hidden 'potential', which affects people's senses and emotions, and shocks people's hearts. However, some people are born without the need to take other measures. The means, can exude a stronger 'power' than others."
"You mean the newly signed kid?"
"Yeah. It's just that 'momentum' is not easy to control in chorus, so he suppresses his own unique momentum when practicing his voice, and tries his best to be consistent with other people to make himself unique. He felt that there was a monster sleeping in his voice. This monster made him different from others. It would disturb others when chorus, and it would also cause rejection when practicing vocals, which hindered him everywhere, so he kept suppressing it. . But he doesn't know that it is a potential force that can affect the whole situation! It's not a monster, it's a talent."
Zu Wen scratched the goose bumps on his arm, and always felt that it was a monster!
However, Zu Wen thought about it, one is a sound monster, the other is a virtual tree monster, what a good combination!
Monsters dub monsters, right? He was beginning to have a little anticipation.