Zhang Zishang sat and watched Han Jue's on-the-spot singing, and the whole person was in a trance. He had to hold on to the bench with both hands to keep himself from falling.

Whether before Zhang Zishang became famous or after he became famous, he could always hear that a certain song was written in one go in just a few minutes. Some are 20 minutes, some are 15 minutes, some are 10 minutes, and it seems that the sooner you finish writing, the more powerful the song will be.

Zhang Zishang, like most ordinary people, after watching those anecdotes, went back to listen to those songs with amazement, and really felt that those songs had become a lot more powerful.

Now, Zhang Zishang has stepped into the entertainment industry as a whole, and he knows more or less such a story, and there is another story behind it. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, refers to writing the lyrics and songs, not including arrangement, singing, and subsequent operations.

That's already remarkable.

However, Zhang Zishang would never have imagined that he would witness alive today how a song, with arrangement and singing, could be produced in the shortest time.

At the beginning, Zhang Zishang was very happy when he saw that Han Jue was going to write a song on the spot. Because that's the show.

It's just that Zhang Zishang looked at Han Jue's operation, and the more he looked at it, the more he became puzzled, and felt that Han Jue's operation was very wrong.

How a song appears from scratch, Zhang Zishang knows. When a normal musician creates a song, they first record the melody or lyrics that flash in their heads, expand it, and make the main song, chorus, and pre-chorus make the song conform to the format and be carefully crafted, and then the arrangement.

Sometimes the musician is in a state of divine help, and the song and the lyrics come out together.

But arrangement should not be at the forefront of the list in any case, because composition and arrangement are not the same.

Composition is to write out the melodic line and harmony, and arrangement needs to structure all the instruments used.

Han Jue started with the arrangement.

Zhang Zishang was very surprised when he watched Han Jue cut directly from the arrangement, but he didn't dare to say anything to Han Jue.

Before he picked Han Jue's songs, Han Jue not only beat him, but also gave him a song to change. Zhang Zishang already feels that today is his lucky day. However, if he was to disturb Han Jue when he was creating, Zhang Zishang would never dare to die.

From the very beginning, Han Jue's creation was like entering a no-man's land. That is, he does not hum the melody or write the lyrics, but only silently adjusts the timbre of the electronic keyboard, simulates some musical instruments, and plays one boring and unpleasant soundtrack after another.

A non-mainstream operation like Han Jue had to make Zhang Zishang suspect that Han Jue was premeditated, and the so-called [temporary songwriting] was just for pretending.

I saw Han Jue crackling and almost without hesitation on the computer, repeating the written arrangements and merging them. In the end, I finished a meal, drank a glass of water, and simply made the arrangement roughly done.

"Okay, let's do it first, and then it will take a while to be meticulous. Han Jue arranged the sound tracks and Qin splicing, picked up the cat, and announced that it was completed.

Zhang Zishang looked at the time, and it was only ten minutes since Han Jue put the cat down.

[It's too much!Teacher Han!] Zhang Zishang grinned, only thinking that Han Jue had simply acted badly. Just like the last time he recorded in the dessert shop, Han Jue raised his head and said that he had an idea after playing the table for ten seconds.

It's simply the idiom itself of "too much", and it's best to annotate.

But when the stereo in the production room sounded something that Han Jue had "worked hard" to get for ten minutes, Zhang Zishang's attention was attracted little by little.

Even if it is an unfinished arrangement, from the time Zhang Zishang heard the first note, he thought that the quality of the song would not be bad.

The sound of the violin first sounded, soothing and relaxed, with a sense of religion. But after half a minute, the tone shifts, the sound of the piano alternates between light and heavy, and a tense, depressing, gloomy, and suspenseful black atmosphere is created. This sense of danger is especially evident in the production room, which is dominated by black and red tones. Then guitar, piano, and drum beats all come together.

Listening to such a song, people have pictures in their minds.

However, all the pictures in my mind finally became Han Jue in front of me.

Han Jue was trapped in the boss's chair, crossing Erlang's legs, stroking the black cat in his arms with one hand, and the elbow of the other hand resting on the armrest, his fingers gently covering his lips, as if he was focused and distracted, and his aura spread. Combined with the black and red tones of the surrounding production room, it is dangerous and calm, like a sleeping lion.

Everyone who saw this picture suddenly felt that the music playing in the stereo seemed to appear specifically for such a picture.

When half of the song was finished, Han Jue woke up from his contemplation. Others woke up.

"It would be better to add harmony," Han Jue took out the vocal recording equipment after making some changes on the computer, "But now it's just a simple singing, you can listen to it." ”

Zhang Zishang swallowed a mouthful ......of saliva.

When Han Jue leaned into the microphone and began to speak in a low voice, Zhang Zishang found that he didn't even understand it.

Teacher Han...... What Chinese are you singing? I'm ...... I won't!" After Zhang Zishang stopped after Han Jue finished reading a strange sentence, he immediately showed that his education level was not as high as he imagined, don't overestimate him!

"Italian," Han Jue stared at the screen, indifferent, "Don't panic, this is a prelude." ”

Zhang Zishang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard that it was just a prelude.

Han Jue turned around after the operation and played the song again. But this time, in the prelude of first holiness and then suspense, Han Jue's whispered Italian voice sounded.

When the pouring was over, the newly added synthesized sound that Han Jue had just added sounded, four sharp synthesized sounds.

This time I listened to it and the previous time, and it was a completely different feeling.

Zhang Zishang heard that the hairs on his arms stood up.

Before Zhang Zishang could reflect on the intention of the arrangement of the four scream-like voices, he heard Han Jue holding the recording equipment and said:

[Cool morning dew, wet black dress, foggy stone road, father is whispering......]

……

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【Merciful Father, I have fallen into the kingdom of sin, please forgive my conceit......]

Han Jue still sang halfway through and then stopped.

"How does it feel?" Han Jue asked, while putting the vocals he had just recorded under the accompaniment without wasting any waste.

"It's so good! It's so good!" Zhang Zishang stood up and applauded, very excited. Zhang Zishang is simply a repeater, and after listening to a song, he always has to say yes with excitement on his face.

Whether it is Han Jue's singing in one go, or the quality of the lyrics and songs of this new song, it is an excellent masterpiece. Looking at Han Jue's appearance, it can be even better. I don't know what the finished version looks like.

The choreographer downstairs was also satisfied. I feel that today just with Han Jue's live arrangement, on-site lyrics and composition (doubtful), and live singing clips, I have already earned it properly, and I won't run in vain.

Han Jue turned a deaf ear to Zhang Zishang's praise like a tide. He has already figured out the context of Zhang Zishang.

Zhang Zishang kept saying "good", but like Han Jue had encountered the most difficult Party A in his previous life, he was grinding and grinding, dissatisfied with the work here, and had requirements there. Not good, not happy.

So Han Jue ignored Zhang Zishang's praise and said directly: "The rhythm of this song is a little faster, but the requirements for singing skills are not too high." ”

Zhang Zishang unexpectedly began to talk about the conditions again, and he cautiously asked: "Isn't there a song with a slower tempo, a cheerful atmosphere, and a lower requirement for singing skills?"

Very surprised, Han Jue nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Yes, great!" Zhang Zishang was overjoyed.

"Nursery rhymes. Han Jue said flatly.

Zhang Zishang was shocked, and immediately got up from the bench to hide and kept wandering: "No nursery rhymes, no nursery rhymes!"