Superstars of Tomorrow

Chapter 346: Sent by kids

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During the shooting, the photographer has been huddled in the corner, holding the game helmet, and using the personal terminal to control the camera to adjust the shooting angle.

Fang Zhao has been sitting there and writing something. The photographer thought that Fang Zhao was just doing it to cooperate with the shooting, but he still thought in his heart: As expected of the person who has acted in "Genesis", this acting is really awesome.

But gradually, the photographer realized that Fang Zhao was really writing. I'm curious, but I don't dare to turn the camera closer to shoot. Generally, artists don't like others to peep when they create.

When the time was almost up, when the shooting was over, the photographer turned off the camera, moved his steps carefully, and stretched his neck to take a look over there while being alert to the little curly hair.

The open book on the desk was full of words and various symbols and lines, but I couldn't understand it.

Can't understand a word.

After laughing twice, the photographer reluctantly put down the game helmet and left with the shooting equipment.

On the way back to the TV station headquarters, the photographer also shared the mood of today's shooting with his colleagues.

"Fang Zhao's dog is fierce!"

"Isn't his dog a puppy?" the colleague asked.

"It's a puppy, I know it now, the smaller the dog, the fiercer it is!"

"Maybe it's a rejection of outsiders, it bit you?"

"No, but there is a saying in the old century that is very reasonable, 'Dogs that bite people don't bark', it doesn't bark, it must be the kind that bites people. It has been staring at me with terrible eyes, I think if there is no Fang Zhao There, it might come and bite me."

"Hahaha, didn't you feel frightened all the time during filming?"

"Yeah, fortunately there is a limited edition game helmet to comfort me, hehe."

When the photographer was chatting with his colleagues about the limited edition gaming helmet, Curly had already held the helmet in his mouth and hid it in the cabinet.

Nanfeng looked at the curling game helmet and asked Fang Zhao suspiciously: "Boss, Curly hair likes gaming helmets?"

"Yeah." Fang Zhao closed the book full of words and symbols, but did not put it away, but kept it on the table and revised it at night. He watched some video footage collected by the documentary production team today and was very inspired.

Seeing that Fang Zhao didn't continue to mention the game helmet, Nan Feng didn't ask anymore, but talked about the arrangement of the awards ceremony.

"Boss, do you really decide to wear that outfit on the red carpet?"

From Nanfeng's point of view, the suit Fang Zhao chose was too ordinary and had no special features. He has watched many ceremonies, and some stars seem to be low-key, but if you look closely, you will find that it is actually another form of luxury. To put it bluntly, it is a hidden pretending.

The stars who go to the party ceremony will not really dress in ordinary clothes, what a good chance to show their faces, so many people, if they don't dress a little bit differently, and don't make some hype topics, how can they increase their popularity

However, what Fang Zhao is going to attend this time is not that kind of entertainment ceremony.

"There is no red carpet for the award ceremony of the Galaxy Awards." Fang recalled.

In the words of one of the biggest names in the art world, "their shine doesn't need a red carpet."

Academic people don't pay attention to that, nor are they willing to engage in that kind of exaggerated catwalk style, they always feel that they have a strong commercial nature.

"No... No red carpet?" Nan Feng was disappointed for a moment, but soon regained his spirits. This is a new professional experience and must be treated with caution.

Yan Biao and Zuo Yu also have a bodyguard training class. Nanfeng doesn't need it. He has rented a house on the campus. The closer he is to the boss, the better. As long as the boss calls, he can arrive at the fastest speed , which can improve efficiency without disturbing the boss's private life.

After dinner, Fang Zhao revised the song he composed in the afternoon.

The four movements of "One Hundred Years of Destruction" can become the stepping stone for mankind to overcome the Hull virus, which is indeed very accidental, but it seems to be connected with necessity.

Fate is a very magical thing, even if Fang Zhao, who has personally experienced a century of extinction, did not expect such a surprising surprise.

From the perspective of music and art, the Galaxy Award Committee can hold a special case for Fang, and it is also to tell everyone that music is not only a pastime and entertainment, it can also save the world.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Fang Zhao sent the revised work to the director of the Hull virus documentary.

After the interview today, the director also chatted with Fang Zhaoxiao for a while, and the director showed him the real video material about those infected with the Hull virus.

Talking about the rise, the director asked Fang Zhao jokingly, "Would you like to create another song? I'll put it in the film for you."

"Okay." Fang recalled.

And when Fang Zhao released the music draft, the director of the Hull virus documentary was chatting with a friend who had been working together for many years.

"The director means that they will focus on the promotion of this documentary. The conquest of the Hull virus is a matter that is beneficial to all mankind. It is rare to encounter such a topic, and of course it cannot be ignored. The production requires excellence and the soundtrack. , it's hard work, old joe."

Anyone who does this industry knows that if the soundtrack is good, fits well with the film, and has a strong appeal, it can add a lot of color to the film.

And the "old jo" in his mouth is a famous musician and composer. Now he is in his 80s, and in the new century when his life expectancy has doubled, he is still in his prime and at the peak of his career.

Lao jo has a precise understanding of the picture and can also help the director to tell a good story. Now he has his own team and can directly contract the next project.

The soundtrack project of this documentary was won by Lao jo. He has used enough works to prove that his team has enough strength to complete an important project.

While chatting, the director heard a new email notification.

This time, the team sent people to all continents. There is a time difference in various places. It is late at night on his side, and it may be noon on other continents. During the production period, he did not dare to be sloppy or ignore every email.

So, after hearing the encrypted email notification, the director quickly clicked to watch it.

"Huh?" Seeing the sender, the director was surprised.

"What's wrong?" the old jo over there asked.

"A scan of a handwritten music draft." The director did not say who sent it over. "But this music draft is a bit complicated, and it's a bit different from what I received before. It's written in too much detail."

"Music draft? Pass it on for me to see." The old jo over there was also interested.

Because he has been a partner for many years, the director believes that Lao jo is a person and will not have any bad intentions for other people's works. Not much to say, just code the name on the scanned manuscript and pass it on.

"I can't understand several symbols above. I'm not a music major. Let's see how the quality of this song is." The director still shook his head secretly in his heart: as expected, he was still a young man. He heard that he could put it in the film so quickly Take out one. Too hasty.

Usually, Lao jo will also help palm palm and eye to prevent the production team from being pitted. Many of today's music works are said to be made by masters, but in fact they are for apprentices to practice their skills, and then the masters revise a manuscript and sell it at a high price. It's just that those who can deceive laymen can't deceive them with these old experiences.

After receiving the music draft, Lao jo looked at the creator at first glance, saw that the author was covered, and smiled casually: "I still need to cover the author's name here? You can see whose work is, you can also guess the teacher's lineage without guessing the name, so many exams in music schools are not anonymous..."

The director cut a piece of watermelon for himself, gnawed it, and waited for Lao jo to continue bragging, but after waiting and waiting, the melon was almost finished.

I saw Lao jo's original smiling face, which was completely pulled down at this time.

"Old Jo?" the director shouted.

At the other end of the video, Lao jo lifted his eyelids and looked over coldly, with anger in his voice. "We've been working together for more than 30 years and more than 20 years, right?"

"What's wrong?" Seeing the old jo like this, the director was even more puzzled.

"It's agreed that this project will be fully covered by our team, and you are still looking for foreign aid!?"

"I didn't find it!" The director looked blank.

Lao jo's face was even more gloomy, "Then what is this music draft? Don't say it's not written for this documentary!"

"You can see this?" The director was amazed, raised his hand and explained, "Okay, I admit, this is a work created by a child for our documentary this time, it is his heart, it does not count Find foreign aid."

This explanation not only didn't make old jo relieved, but he was trembling all over with anger, and his voice suddenly rose: "You are still lying to me! Little boy? This quality, this level, this strength, this emotional rendering... little boy? Go and show me! "

In Lao jo's opinion, the music draft in front of him cannot be made by the author without decades of creative experience and skills! Still very talented!

The director was stunned by Lao jo's sudden outburst of anger, then opened the email, showed Lao jo the sender and the original music draft, and drew a circle in the composer's place, "Hey, look, it's Fang. Zhao, the one I just interviewed today, you should have heard of him."

Old jo stared at the author's name on the original picture of the music manuscript, silent.

If this is a different person, Lao jo will definitely suspect that the other party has hired someone to write for him, but, Fang Zhao

He was personally invited to cooperate by the treasure-level master Mo Lang; he was admitted to the imperial advanced training class "Twelve Laws" in his 30s; with the four movements of "A Hundred Years of Destruction", he made an exception for the Galaxy Award Committee and won this year's Star Award As for finding someone to ghostwrite

Just embarrassed, the director over there asked: "Fang Zhao is only in his twenties. Compared with us, is he a child?"

Old jo only felt a hot face on his face, "Fang Zhao... Fang Zhao is a special case, his talent has surpassed his age."

The director also understood what Lao jo meant, "Listen to what you said, the quality of this music draft is quite high?"

"It's high! Just look at the quality, you have to spend a lot of money to buy it."

The director was delighted, "No money, he said to give it to our program team, the only requirement is that it will not be changed, and the music must be recorded according to his music draft."

"You still want to change it??" Old Jo stared, "Don't waste your good work!"

"Don't change it! Don't change a single detail! Just follow this manuscript!" The director felt that he had taken a big advantage this time, which could save a lot of production costs. With Fang Zhao's current business value, he was reluctant to spend extra money. money to buy. He didn't expect a joke at that time, Fang Zhao was still serious.

Hey, let's put more clips of Fang Zhao in the documentary. The director thought.

Immediately, the director thought that they could take advantage of this to promote more publicity. Maybe there are master composers who came to "donate" works

Thinking of this, the director couldn't help but laugh again, laughing like a fox who just stole a fat chicken leg.

"Fang Zhao, this little boy, is really helpful and a good boy." 8)