Lu Yan glanced at the words "Yinlang Records".
The status of this record company in the music world is close to that of a "god-making factory", and it almost monopolized the entire industry during its heyday. The singers who came out of it are legends that no one has ever surpassed.
In the early 1990s, when the rock wave first rolled over, they also ran a band.
The record logo composed of a few simple waves is like a brand, which is branded at the end of this invitation letter—his memory of the Logo of Yinlang Records first appeared in the video store.
Tiny video store.
Rows of shelves, posters on the walls, signs of the waves can be seen almost everywhere.
It was more like a wind raging at home than a wave.
This wind combined with the wild but free singing voice of the owner of the audio-visual store lying in a chair while shaking his cigarette. This is Lu Yan's deepest impression of domestic rock and roll.
Before going upstairs, Lu Yan recalled what Ge Yunping said in the conference room during the competition: "Even this kind of established record company... In terms of the attitude towards the band, it has only signed the lead singer in the past ten years, and has never made an exception. "The woman's voice was very weak.
On the phone, Li Zhen and the others were still howling.
"Music festival! Ah!"
"Music festival, wait!"
"I must print out this invitation letter and stick it on the wall for safekeeping."
Lu Yan took out the keys with his mobile phone, and said with a smile, "Do you have lessons with Da Pao and Xu Ye next week?"
Cannon: "I can skip class."
Xu Ye: "I asked for leave, luckily there is no exam next week..."
Before hanging up the phone, Lu Yan thought about it: "Do you have any opinions on Yinlang Records?"
Li Zhen was immersed in great joy, but did not realize Lu Yan's words: "What?"
"I said," Lu Yan pushed open the door and repeated, "Yinlang Records."
Li Zhen: "Oh Yinlang, a big company, a top player in the music scene, the ultimate dream of a musician."
Lu Yan wanted to say something more, but he didn't say anything in the end.
The music festival thing is finalized. Li Zhen replied "confirmed participation" to the official WeChat account of the Sound Wave Music Festival, and his hands were still shaking after sending it out.
In addition, there are two additional rehearsals for the band this week.
After Lu Yan entered the room, he continued to write the ending song for the web drama requested by Party A. The whole thing was almost finished, and there were still some details that needed to be fixed.
After writing for a while, he received a message from Xiao Heng.
[Xiao Heng]: Those grandchildren asked me to stay and have a meal.
Lu Yan stopped the audio source halfway through the broadcast, wanting to reply "Eat it, you should have a meal".
What this project means to Xiao Heng, he is too clear. He heard Xiao Heng say what he wanted to do with his own ears, and saw with his own eyes that it turned out to be just a ten-page proposal in a broken computer.
Little by little, these dozen or so pages of planning papers have turned into a "little law" who can really speak with a mechanical voice.
Thinking of this, Lu Yan couldn't hold back the feeling of beating Xiao Qishan violently, and wondered why he didn't slap the two hundred and five directly in the face at that time.
As a result, before the conversation was finished, another picture was transmitted from Xiao Heng's end.
The scene in the picture is far from the meal he imagined. There is no private room, and there is no scene of crying for the upcoming separation. I forgot to glance at the computer screen, and used two fingers to tap on the keyboard a few times with chopsticks.
…
The world of programmers is beyond comprehension by others.
Xiao Heng went to the studio to help out for a long time. He came back at about eleven o'clock, put the sushi for Lu Yan on the table, walked around behind him and kissed him, and then untied his tie with one hand.
Lu Yan opened the lid of the lunch box, and remembered the brain circuits of these "dinners" that were different from ordinary people: "You also call it eating together?"
Xiao Heng thought for a while: "I even drank."
Lu Yan wanted to know that this drinking was definitely not a regular drinking.
really.
Xiao Heng: "It's just that the rider delivered it too slowly."
"They don't have that time, they are too busy with the project to sleep enough," Xiao Heng said, and then asked, "Is the song finished?"
Lu Yan happened to hand in the complete sound source of the web drama.
He took off the earphones and hung them near Xiao Heng's ears, and pressed the play button.
What came out of the earphones was the melody he had pressed on Lu Yan's fingers that day.
Processed, but the characteristics in the original demo have not disappeared due to post-processing.
Xiao Heng always thought that the songs written by Lu Yan were amazing.
It seems to be able to record some kind of picture, and even feel the temperature that jumps out from between the notes... Not only this song, but every song of the V group has a very strange feeling.
It seems that the whole world is empty, and in this empty world there is a voice that says to you:
- don't be afraid.
- Let's run together.
So you hear the wind in your ears.
Run where the wind leads you.
The first time Xiao Heng said to Lu Yan, "Because you are Lu Yan, you can do it", it was not casual comfort.
He has really felt this power in countless sleepless nights.
Lu Yan told him about the music festival while eating.
Although Xiao Heng was not very clear about the specific model of the music festival, it did not prevent him from listening to Lu Yan.
After Lu Yan finished speaking, the ending in the earphones just ended.
"Let's delay," Xiao Heng rubbed his head before taking off the earphones. This man looked tough-tempered, his bones were hard, but his hair was unbelievably soft, "I'll rush out."
Lu Yan just stuffed a mouthful of sushi into his mouth, and echoed vaguely: "I also think that outstanding people will not be buried..."
Xiao Heng said again: "Yes, you can even fly, so what's the matter with rushing."
"..."
He swallowed before saying, "Fuck."
The history of Lu Yan being beaten into the air is really counted on the fingers. He is too aware of his combat power, unless the other party gives him the illusion that "this old man can do it", otherwise he will not do it easily: "Just one fucking time .”
"Um."
"real."
"I believe it."
The topic is over for now.
After Lu Yan finished eating, he put the lid on the lunch box, then changed the subject and said, "Our Brother Heng..."
He said this suddenly.
Xiao Heng was lifting up the hem of his clothes a little bit to change clothes.
Lu Yan: "The next project can also be rushed out."
Xiao Heng was stunned.
In fact, Xiao Heng had no idea of "the next project" for the time being.
Just got out of a previous project.
If you want to pick up the next one immediately, you may not know when you will have a clue.
But after he finished listening to Lu Yan, something knocked on a corner of his heart.
Lu Yan scratched his hair, obviously it's not impossible to talk flirtatiously to Xiao Heng, but at this time, he couldn't help but feel hot: "Because... because I said you can."
Xiao Heng took a shower, sat in front of the computer and smoked two cigarettes.
The night outside the window was quiet.
After a long time, he opened the document and typed the first line:
project proposal.
The performance list of the Sound Wave Music Festival will be announced on the official platform soon.
Vent had forty minutes to perform.
The most popular song of Group V is the Silver Bullet. It was difficult to choose the last song. When choosing a song, several members of the band had different ideas.
In the air-raid shelter No. 7 on Feiyue Road.
"The last one, why don't we just sing an old song?"
"Will the acceptance of old songs be low? What about light?"
"This song is too lyrical... It's more important to have a hot scene in this kind of occasion."
The air-raid shelter is still the gathering place for these underground musicians.
Lu Yan squatted at the door to blow the air.
Some acquaintances whistled and threw a cigarette over, Lu Yan took it and held it between his fingers instead of smoking.
Captain Spade, the top ten player in "New Year of the Band", also came over and took the cigarette from Lu Yan's hand by the way: "I think the old song of your band can be—"
Lu Yan smiled and kicked him: "What are you doing, how can you grab the cigarettes and return them?"
Captain Spade lit up his cigarette and sang, "Crush the past, let's go~ let's go."
Lu Yan reminded him: "Brother, I'm out of tune."
Captain Spade: "You can't have such high requirements for a drummer... Hey, and look at how the drummer in your band sings, feel free to say me."
Li Zhen: "What about me, can we have a good chat."
After talking for a long time, Captain Spade said seriously: "That's it. My first impression of your band is that song. It's also the title song of your debut album in the downtown area, right? Suddenly there is a band called Demon King, which sells for a week. I still can’t forget the top three.” Captain Spade said this with some emotion, wondering if he thought of the band that came and went in the air-raid shelter, and said with emotion, “It’s been four years in a flash.”
That song was indeed the debut song.
The meaning of the lyrics is also very clear. At that time, Lu Yan was forcing himself to stand up.
In fact, in retrospect, the process of writing that song was really not a pleasant memory. I shut myself in the room for a week, in the dark, not knowing whether it was day or night outside.
He is now discovering that as time grows, he will have a different understanding of what he has written before.
"It's an old song," Lu Yan finally said, "As for whether the acceptance is high or not - the performance results have the final say."
After announcing this conclusion, he suddenly thought: He and Xiao Heng are really interesting.
Walking around, in the end, you can't get around the origin.
Or it is not so much the "origin", but a new starting point after continuous breakthroughs.
Although the occasion of the music festival is important, holding such a large-scale event requires a certain degree of grooming and clothing. Half of the gaudy stage outfits in Lu Yan's wardrobe are not suitable for the stage.
Daily clothes are not out of the question.
Lu Yan caught Xiao Heng's shirt for the last time.
Very understated dark red.
When Xiao Heng opened his eyes in the morning, it happened that Lu Yan turned his back to him in the dressing scene.
The man's complexion is not white, and along the valley in the back, there are beautifully shaped shoulder blades. Xiao Heng only saw it for a moment. outside.
Xiao Heng stared at it for a while, his throat became dry: "This one?"
Lu Yan raised his hand to button his coat.
Lu Yan couldn't wear Xiao Heng's casual but still serious demeanor in whatever he wore. When the cuffs were a little longer, he casually lifted them up, leaned on the stove and said, "...yours. But now It's mine."
Xiao Heng got up and got out of bed, and didn't bother with him about his clothes, he just pressed him against the door and took a bite before he went out.
This bite happened to bite Lu Yan's collarbone.
The location and time of this music festival conflict with the investment that Xiao Heng is going to raise today. Lu Yan doesn't know how Xiao Heng got this habit, as long as there is a performance that he can't go to, he is used to leaving a mark on him before leaving.
Lu Yan let him bite, and then pushed him away: "... Tsk, who is the dog?"
The day of the music festival was a few degrees hotter than usual.
The temperature, which had already dropped gradually, rose inexplicably, and the outdoor venue was scorched hot by the scorching sun, as if the breath was smoky.
Several stages are like a huge door to another world.