Lu Yan missed a sentence in the middle of singing, and cleared his throat to signal Parker to start again.
second.
Third time.
…
Lu Yan opened his eyes, and met Xiao Heng outside the glass window.
Xiao Heng was leaning in the chair and watching him.
The phone on the table rang twice.
It was Zhai Zhuangzhi's news.
Zhai Zhuangzhi: Boss, what are you busy with
Xiao Heng: In the recording studio.
Zhai Zhuangzhi asked along the way: What are you doing in the recording studio...
Xiao Heng: Accompany your sister-in-law.
Xiao Heng called again: Listen to your sister-in-law singing.
Zhai Zhuangzhi took a mouthful of dog food, and after digesting it, he asked: Is my sister-in-law going to sing again
Zhai Zhuangzhi had already bought two discs from Xiao Heng last time, this time he understood immediately, and immediately said: When will the goods be available? I took Shaofeng to go.
Xiao Heng bought the self-made CDs they piled up in the video store.
Before the release of the last album, Lu Yan racked his brains and used his immature artist to paint the cover of the new song. In the last album "Light", he painted the sun with seven rays of light into a magic circle.
The price is not expensive, dozens of dollars a piece.
He didn't know how much these underground musicians could sell like this, and how much they could actually sell. At that time, Zhai Zhuangzhi and Qiu Shaofeng often chatted with him about becoming a shareholder of the studio, but Xiao Heng avoided this topic: "Zhuangzhi, are you a brother?"
Zhai Zhuangzhi: "Huh?"
Zhai Zhuangzhi: "Yes, yes."
Xiao Heng: "Buy a disc, the latest masterpiece of a well-known band."
Zhai Zhuangzhi: "..."
When Xiao Heng listened to Lu Yan's live broadcast, he boasted a lot, and the vocabulary used to praise the band Vent was also rich. After he finished speaking, he was worried that according to Zhai Zhuangzhi's temperament, he would buy 10,000 copies in one go and directly monopolize the market, so he reminded him : "Don't buy too much, just bring a few."
Zhai Zhuangzhi was puzzled: "Buy out the stock in one go, there are so many faces. Boss, I have all the bank cards ready." According to his years of experience in picking up girls, it would be over if he threw money at this time, with his eyes closed.
Xiao Heng: "He..." There are many things I wanted to say, but in the end I just said, "He doesn't need it."
Support is one thing.
Even if he spends time and energy, in the end he only gets insignificant sales compared with mainstream records, he doesn't need to "express" anything in this way.
To ask why.
Because he is Lu Yan.
There was nothing wrong with Lu Yan singing this time.
Although the studio version is far from the real effect of live performances, there are not too many problems overall.
The three of Li Zhen surrounded each other until the last tone fell, they clapped each other's hands, and said with a sigh of relief: "Okay, no problem, this time is finally over."
Cannon: "It's over! Call it a day!"
Xu Ye was also very happy: "You can go back and do your homework!"
Da Pao patted Xu Ye: "Are you a rock player or not? How do you know how to do homework?"
Xu Ye retaliated to him: "You think everyone is like you... you know how to skip classes all day long."
The recording studio was separated by sound, so Lu Yan couldn't hear what was being discussed outside. He took off his earphones, leaned over, and tapped twice on the glass in front of him with his fingers.
There was a bit of a smile on the corner of Xiao Heng's eyes.
After a while, he also stretched out his hand, and his knuckles overlapped with Lu Yan's through the glass.
Lu Yan thought it was quite interesting, and opened his hand again, with five fingers sticking to the cold glass surface.
Da Pao and Xu Ye got more and more quarreling, Li Zhen couldn't persuade him, so he turned to Lu Yan: "Old Lu, what are you doing in there, the two are about to fight, you..." Li Zhen just watched Seeing the small movements of the two, he changed his words and said, "You are really good. Besides showing affection to the family, can you do something else?"
Lu Yan pushed open the side door and went out: "If you have the ability, go find a family member."
Li Zhen, as a family with love difficulties, is either breaking up or being broken up: "I'll find someone! I'm a career-oriented person, okay?"
The band's bassist and guitarist were still arguing.
Lu Yan was leaning on the console to watch the excitement, just as he was looking for water, Xiao Heng unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to him.
Lu Yan raised his head and took a sip, then pressed the play button with his backhand.
The silver bullet prelude played from the stereo.
After handing it over, Xiao Heng thought about the sales volume, and asked casually: "How much of your disc can you sell in the store?"
Lu Yan: "Are you asking about sales?"
Xiao Heng: "Yes."
Lu Yan said: "It's not bad, let's count one to two."
Xiao Heng: "You are number one and number two, are you counting up or down?"
"... Who do you look down on," Lu Yan looked at him and said, "You think our band is losing money all day long? Our band just holds concerts and always likes to do those fancy things to make a deficit."
He talked about this meal.
"The name Demon King Band didn't come out of it."
"The first album that year probably sold 2,500 copies."
Their band's sales are actually very good. Every time they release a song, they are firmly in the top three positions in the downtown area. In the underground circle, it is considered a very good achievement to sell more than a thousand.
Xu Ye and Da Pao had just joined the team, and they only remembered that Lu Yan transferred a sum of money to them after the last monopoly was sold out. It is said to be a big sale, but in fact, the four people divided it up, and not many got it, so they didn't have any idea about the specific sales.
Xu Ye exclaimed: "Two thousand and five, that's a lot."
Da Pao: "As expected of my elder brother."
While everyone is amazed by this number.
Only Li Zhen sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette, his face full of vicissitudes: "You guys, do you know why our first album sold for two thousand and five?"
Xu Ye and Da Pao looked over.
Li Zhen pointed to Lu Yan: "Because your elder brother has been posting small advertisements all over the downtown area all night, yes, this elder brother named Lu Yan is standing in front of you."
"..."
"Hey, that's all black history, and I was fined."
Just as Lu Yan finished pretending to be aggressive, the plot reversed too quickly.
He cleared his throat, trying to interrupt Li Zhen's breaking news: "...Old Zhen, should you go back to the piano shop for lessons?"
"Don't interrupt," Li Zhen continued, "There's also a checkpoint program on our local TV station, you should have watched it. It's called bravely rushing forward. At that time, our whole team went, and it was also the name of your elder brother. I remember the competition event was water climbing. In the end, Lao Xu won the first place, and on the podium he called us the VENT band, and the new album release, please support us a lot.”
Li Zhen sighed: "Only you can't think of it, without him Lu Yan can't do it."
Lu Yan: "..."
Li Zhen once commented on Lu Yan, even if this person does not engage in music, he can make a living as a businessman by selling things.
There is no method of publicity in the underground, in fact, they are all wild ways.
When I first debuted and found no such band in Xiacheng District, I had no choice but to rely on this method to promote the album, and I paved a way for myself.
Just now Xiao Heng heard that Lu Yan acted like an awesome old man. The first album of Lao Tzu Devil King band sold thousands of copies. He never thought about how many stories were hidden behind these thousands of sales.
Xiao Heng thought it was quite interesting: "Is that how you got your two thousand and five?"
Lu Yan touched his nose.
Lu Yan didn't want to bring up such a shameful past: "Is there anything wrong with me advertising? You guys, hurry up and get out of here after recording—do you want to mock me too?"
Xiao Heng: "Why am I mocking you?"
Xiao Heng asked again: "A small advertisement?"
When Xiao Heng mentioned the small advertisement, Li Zhen happened to pull the cannon and began to introduce the matter of posting the advertisement in detail.
Lu Yan justified himself: "It's not easy to post an advertisement. Do you think you can post it if you want? Do you know how many people compete for a telephone pole!"
Xiao Heng just teased him.
He participated in the Big Eater Competition for an advertising space before, and he knows better than anyone what it feels like to put down his body to ask for an "opportunity": "Is there still someone competing for the telegraph pole?"
Lu Yan recalled that dark and stormy night: "...wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes."
When he first posted the small advertisement, he didn't really understand it. He only knew that the downtown area didn't care about it, so he asked Viagra to borrow a motorcycle and tied a basket to the back of the car. The basket is full of advertising paper printed in advance during the day. Viagra's motorcycle that was galloping through the downtown area was driven by him with the aura of going to the vegetable market to sell goods.
The lower part of the city is not developed, but the illegal industry chain is extremely prosperous.
Posting ads is a popular night job.
He took an ad for Vent's debut album, and was caught between a pile of "hemorrhoid cream" and "diet pills."
Advertisements are also divided into regions, and several places have already been reserved.
He accidentally occupied a telegraph pole on someone else's site that day, and a few figures came out of the alley, threw their cigarette butts on the ground, and picked up the stick at hand as if they were about to come up: "Who are you, stop."
"..."
Xiao Heng could guess: "Run away?"
When Lu Yan recalled this, he was still terrified: "Fortunately, I got into the car fast enough."
Although he had already guessed the ending, Xiao Heng couldn't help but leaned against the back of his chair and laughed for a long time.
Lu Yan hit him with a mineral water bottle: "Don't fucking laugh."
Xiao Heng turned his head sideways: "Okay, let me control it."
While speaking, the silver bullet was placed at the end.
The drumming gradually stopped.
A gunshot pierced the air.
After Lu Yan transferred the money to Parker, they went to the station. When they reached the station, Lu Yan said, "Since we've reached this point, I have something to discuss with you. Do you guys have time next weekend?"
Xu Ye thought for a while: "Yes, our group work is finished this week, so there shouldn't be any problems on the weekend."
Da Pao skipped classes, fought and failed all three subjects. He was punished less than a month after the start of school. He was fearless: "I am free anytime."
Li Zhen guessed what Lu Yan wanted to do: "You won't..."
Sure enough, Lu Yan said: "We will go out to promote on weekends."
Apart from the fact that no one knew them when they released the album for the first time, they tried every means to promote it, but they never did it again.
I usually rely on various performances to gain popularity.
After Lu Yan finished speaking, he couldn't help recalling the few words Tang Jiandong said on the day of the music festival—
"Why did I sign you guys? Not other bands?"
"What do you have that other bands can't do?"
The words are eloquent and eloquent.
What Tang Jiandong said was actually correct.
There is never a shortage of people in the circle.
There are so many people who work hard, are talented, and have good conditions. Why is it you
"Our goal this time," Lu Yan held up a water bottle and said, "10,000."
Li Zhengang didn't react when he heard the word "target", but Lu Yan almost fell off the seat when he said the second half of the sentence: "Fuck, what are you talking about?"
Sales of more than 1,000 are already a level that can be boasted everywhere. At the time of the worst sales, it was playing with Spades, your family had 2,000 copies, and my family had 3,000 copies. Over 10,000... This is a number that has never appeared in the circle.
"Ten thousand cards, are you crazy?" Li Zhen said, "Are you making sure your mind is clear now?"
Da Pao's character, which is as crazy as Lu Yan's, was also taken aback by Ten Thousand Zhang: "Brother, are you serious?"
Lu Yan: "Seriously."
Xu Ye asked extremely anxiously: "Do we also have to post advertisements?"
"It's illegal to post small advertisements."
"Then... water climbing?"
Lu Yan: "The show was cold last year."
Xu Ye let out a breath.
But Lu Yan then said: "This time I found a different show, and the promotion is stronger than that show. You will know it at the weekend. By the way, are you timid, do you usually shiver when you watch horror movies?"
Xu Ye's exhaled breath came back again: "... huh?"
"Come on," the bus stopped slowly, Lu Yan pointed to the car and said, "Brother, your car is here."
Xu Ye had to rush back to class, and Da Pao found a part-time job outside the school, so let's talk about publicity for now.
After the people left, Lu Yan took out a lozenge and threw it into his mouth. It was only now that I realized that everyone was shocked by the "ten thousand sheets", only the boyfriend next to him hadn't spoken.
Lu Yan: "You have nothing to say?"
When Xiao Heng was returning the news from the studio, he asked while typing, "What did you say?"
Just as Lu Yan was about to speak, Xiao Heng replied, "My boyfriend sang well today."
"Gone?"
"Do you still have to continue to praise?"
When Xiao Heng said this, he put away his mobile phone, and said: "10,000 copies is quite harsh, why, you don't have confidence in yourself?"
It was only now that Lu Yan realized that he was clear.
He knew that this question was posed by Tang Jiandong, although no one required him to submit an answer sheet.
But the energy in his bones clamored and refused to give up.
Lu Yan was not sure when he mentioned 10,000 copies, but it was the real 10,000: "Then you... believe it."
"I believe."
Xiao Heng said.
A week later, the single Silver Bullet was released.