Cameraman: "...do you have anything else to say?"
Lu Yan: "No."
The cameraman moved the camera to Lu Yan's side, facing Da Pao, Da Pao raised his head: "Me? I will come here with four words this time to participate in the competition, and overthrow them."
The cameraman and the program staff beside him: "..."
Li Zhen sat on the side, and put down his originally leisurely raised Erlang legs: "Master, don't listen to their nonsense, we are actually a very humble band..." Li Zhen stretched out his hand and forced the camera to his side , his face appeared on the screen in a magnified shape.
Li Zhen's speech was the most normal for the whole team. He first explained the band's style and operating conditions, and finally he said: "It is really not easy for our band to be established and to get to this point. I vaguely remember that it was four One summer ago... I met Vent when my band broke up and I wanted to end my music career."
"Vent represents my new beginning, and today, I hope Vent can also be reborn here."
There is only a simple couch in the recording studio, and there are scattered wires all over the floor. For photography needs, there are several strong lights on the side. The strong light hits the four people, and the picture freezes.
The Seventh District was still as lively as usual.
Zhang Xiaohui received a new drama and dragged Viagra in the corridor to read his lines.
Lu Yan temporarily withdrew from Viagra's square dance competition, and only won second place. In the end, he missed the rice cooker.
Xiao Heng was there on the day of the match.
To be precise, it’s not that he wants to go, he’s not at all interested in this kind of thing crowded among aunts listening to “You are my little apple”, but he thinks: If Lu Yan is here, he will definitely come and see.
The Viagra competition was very desperate. A muscular man was in the middle-aged and elderly queue, dancing with the Tai Chi fan in his hand.
Xiao Heng stood under the stage, recorded a video and sent it to Lu Yan.
There were fans of some popular players on the stage cheering for their support, and several people from the neighborhood next door shouted, "Aunt Wang! You are the best, Aunt Wang!"
Xiao Heng's mood did not fluctuate.
He stared at the unresponsive chat box for a long time, then moved his fingers and sent a few words, and then couldn't help but quit and browse Lu Yan's circle of friends.
Lu Yan's circle of friends is basically full of advertisements, new song advertisements, bar performance announcements, commercial performance advertisements, and there are even 19.9 free shipping advertisements for small cakes.
Occasionally, I will send a few messages with unknown meaning: Come on.
rush.
After that day, Heng Xiao rented a studio.
The project has progressed to the present, and there are only five computers in each studio in the past, which means that there are only four people in the entire "company" except him.
These four people all met on the forum back then. The idea of this AI project originated from a post posted by Xiao Heng. This idea, which was casually published on the forum four years ago, is now gradually turning into reality.
In the early days of entrepreneurship, I was poor and blank.
By the time Xiao Heng looked up from the computer screen, it was already dark.
As of today, the initial preparations for the new project have been completed. It is not easy to transfer the project to AI. Even with many years of learning experience, the previous four-year window period still brought him a lot of influence.
There is so much to learn.
There are too many things to think about and improve.
"I'm almost done here, the original data..."
Several people gathered at a meeting, and a thin man in a white T-shirt was speaking. These "netizens" who met on the forum back then have been scattered in various industries four years later.
Xiao Heng let go of the mouse, leaned back in the chair, and raised his chin slightly.
Staying up all night and resting for no more than three hours a day made his complexion not look good, and there was a dark circle under his eyes.
In the voice of the thin man, it seemed to go back to the night when he just decided to resume this project.
This plan was written on the broken computer at Lu Yan's house, and he wrote it all night.
At the time it was just an "idea," a wild fantasy that might not necessarily come true.
After the thin man finished his report, several people applauded. Some of them deliberately resigned from their original jobs and came to participate in this project with all their eggs in one basket. No one expected to make it this far.
The applause continued for a long time.
yes. Xiao Heng thought.
How did you come here in the blink of an eye.
It seems that after meeting someone, I have the courage to dream out of thin air.
The short work report is over.
The hour hand points to 1, and everyone is immersed in the intense work again.
Xiao Heng lowered his head and lit a cigarette habitually. He was addicted to cigarettes. When he spit out the cigarette, he raised his eyes to look at the window in front of him. The reflection of the scene in the studio was printed on the large French window. The floor of their building is very high, and the lights of thousands of houses are connected together outside the window, looking like stars reflected from the sky.
Xiao Heng looked at it for a while, bit his cigarette, and continued to look at the computer screen.
The first pilot film of "The New Year of the Band" will be broadcast on major online platforms a week later.
The number of broadcasts is not bad in the variety shows of the same period, with more than one million hits, which is a normal level. Band elements are not mainstream in the first place, and it is impossible to attract attention in one issue, let alone a pilot film with no stage content.
The first shot of the pilot film is the overlooking scenery from Gaokou, Xiamen City, followed by a large piece of audition video pieced together from five cities, and finally the camera moves to the No. 3 air-raid shelter on Feiyue Road, where it stays for a while, and then Turning to the entrance of the meeting place, a car stopped at the entrance, and a group of people opened the door and got out of the car with their pianos on their backs.
The faces of musicians and countless voices appear in the picture.
Someone said: "I've been in a band for six years, and I can't see hope. It's really hard... It's too hard. If there is still no hope this time, I might give up."
Some people laughed and joked, "There are always people around asking, hey, how much money do you make doing this all day long? To be honest, a restaurant washes dishes and earns more than me in a month."
"We came here this time, in addition to wanting to make more money, we also want more people to see us. We want others to know that there are people like us who insist on making music."
The camera flashed across the faces and turned into the conference center to record the entire pre-match meeting. At this location, the last scene was Lu Yan clinking glasses with the camera.
…
Without a stage to watch, the audience can only watch faces and interview performances.
On the day of the broadcast, the gesture of clinking glasses with Lu Yan and several other musicians was intercepted and spread wildly on the Internet: May I ask what kind of cool guy is this?
—The moment I clink my glasses, I die!
- It seems that I have to squat for this show.
—The part where he said harsh words was also very interesting, the teammates were all anxious hahahaha, they forced the camera off.
Lu Yan didn't know about these things.
They didn't have mobile phones, and when they were cleaning up the dormitory on the first day, all their mobile phones were taken away by the staff, and he didn't have time to pay attention to them.
Adaptation, rehearsal, stage rehearsal, rush to record, so busy that I don't even have time to sleep.
The songs they selected were all the works of several judges. The judges also wanted to take advantage of the show's popularity to hit songs for themselves. Lu Yan and the others selected a song "Let Me Tell You" with a sense of age.
This song, which was released 20 years ago, is too old, and it took a lot of thought to adapt it. They discussed it all night just to determine the style.
"My mother likes this song very much," Da Pao said, "I don't like listening to this kind of song very much. I think we can make a different style."
Li Zhen: "Adaptation doesn't mean it's trendy, it depends on its characteristics. People are obviously wearing cheongsams, so you can't change them into wedding dresses."
Xu Ye: "I think..."
As soon as Xu Ye opened his mouth, the others immediately united the front: "Don't talk."
Xu Ye: "..."
After joining the band, Xu Ye taught himself to write songs and arrange music for a while. After he read the book on arranger, he wrote a song that shocked the whole band in the air-raid shelter.
Xu Ye has been playing bass alone for a long time, and he often reveals his lack of group consciousness, such as writing songs.
Cannon: "This song of yours... doesn't need a guitar, does it?"
Li Zhen: "The drum, I seem to hear it beating twice, where do you put your Brother Zhen?"
Lu Yan: "I don't think I'm really needed as the lead singer. You're better than the last bass player in our band. He only added two more solos to himself when he wrote a song. You're a fucking solo."
Several people argued for a long time in the rehearsal room.
Lu Yan snatched Li Zhen's place, sat behind the drum set, leaning against the wall, twirling a drum stick in his hand, and finally said: "I have an idea, let's start from the content."
Different content expresses different emotions.
The original style of this song is relatively gentle, like a whisper to the world.
Li Zhen thought for a while: "Look from the inside out, I understand what you mean. Okay, then let's change it like this."
Lu Yan ran into Nan He San in the aisle of the rehearsal room.
The man was dressed in old clothes that had been washed to white, and he was sitting on the window sill at the end of the aisle smoking a cigarette. The window was open, and the wind came in from the outside, and it blew hard on his clothes, outlining his thin figure, and his hair was also covered with dust. The wind blows very messily.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head slowly. Since his eyes were covered by broken hair, he narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Lu Yan for a while, and said, "Old Qi?"
Lu Yan called him: "Third Brother."
Nan Hesan was not very surprised: "You are also here, I didn't see you on the list."
Lu Yan: "The name has been changed."
Nan He San bombed the soot, but did not continue to ask.
Silence for a while.
Nan Hesan casually pressed the cigarette by the side, lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on his wrist: "If I guessed correctly, you should be the lead singer now?"
Lu Yan never said anything about it: "How do you know?"
Nan He San: "I've been in Jizhou for so many years, it's not easy to inquire about something."
Lu Yan: "Yes. Are you in the Storm Band now?"
Nan He San responded.
"The band before that..."
"It was disbanded early, the fifth child went out to work, and the sixth child moved to the county." Nan Hesan said again, "If you can come out, who wants to stay in Jizhou."
The door of the rehearsal hall next door opened, and a teammate called him, Nan Hesan jumped off the windowsill, leaving him with a back view, he waved his hand and said, "Stop chatting, see you in the game."
After Lu Yan came out to catch his breath, he went back to the rehearsal hall and continued to change the song.
On this day, they changed the song and changed it all night, followed by emergency rehearsals day and night.
The judges will come to the rehearsal hall to give them guidance. These judges are also musicians, and the opinions given let them grow wildly. Ye Luzi, who explored freely, benefited a lot.
Especially for Lu Yan's singing skills. He had played guitar for seven years before, and he had to fumble around on his own when he switched to singing.
Back to the dormitory the night before the performance, Lu Yan lay on the bed but couldn't sleep. It may be that the pace is too fast and the pressure is too high recently, or it may be because of nervousness. During the rehearsal at night, he realized how big the stage is, which is much bigger than the stage for the fourth anniversary. It has dazzled people's eyes.
Lu Yan opened his eyes after tossing and turning.
All the electronic equipment was confiscated by the program group, but the recording pen was confiscated.
The dormitory conditions are average.
Bunk beds.
Li Zhen was snoring in his lower bunk.
Lu Yan took out the recorder from under the pillow and plugged in the earphones. After a long and trivial sound, there was a keyboard sound for a long time, and then the second when Lu Yan was about to fall asleep, the keyboard sound stopped, and a sentence came out: "I like Lu Yan."