"Hello, how much does it cost to record a song? ”

Xin Yi walked over to a recording studio.

Different from ordinary stores, the front desk of this store is a big man, not so much like a businessman, but a bodyguard.

"It depends on which one you want. ”

"What's the price?" Xin Yi touched the hot 3,000 yuan he had just borrowed in his pocket, feeling a little confident.

What?

"The cheapest one is two thousand?"

Listened to the quote of the big man at the front desk.

Xin Yi was shocked.

That's enough to record a song.

"Record it or not?" Seeing that he was entangled here, the big man was not happy.

"Record it. Xin Yi gritted his teeth, and at the same time made a decision in his heart, he must win the championship.

How much money can he save on dubbing with that guitar skill.

At the beginning, due to various problems such as breath and pronunciation, Xin Yi was troubled by the recording engineer countless times.

Fortunately, the recording engineer he found was not bad and very patient.

Maybe it's not surprising.

Another sweat.

The whole song was recorded.

Xin Yi's recording this time includes a song and a pure accompaniment note.

The song is going to be posted online, and the accompaniment is going to be used to participate in the competition.

"Thank you. Xin Yi took out a USB flash drive and asked the recording engineer to copy the accompaniment and everything.

Then leave an email address and ask the recording engineer to send another copy to the mailbox to prepare both.

"Thank you. Xin Yi thanked him, and then prepared to go back.

"Wait. ”

The recording engineer stopped Xin Yi.

"You're not bad about this song, did you write it yourself?"

Xin Yi nodded, not knowing what this recording engineer meant.

"That's right, I've formed a small band, I think your song is very good, and I want to buy it. ”

The recording engineer also saw that he was not happy when he paid money, and then looked at the clothes, and felt that he was not the kind of player, and there might be a play, so he took the liberty to bring it up.

If it was the kind of lord who didn't look bad at first glance, he wouldn't mention it.

"How much. Xin Yi touched his chin.

"Two thousand. We just need to authorize it. ”

As if he was afraid that Xin Yi would misunderstand, after talking about the price, the recording engineer immediately chased after him.

"Okay, you can call me on WeChat. ”

Xin Yi shook his hand.

"By the way, these two thousand yuan will be returned to you. ”

Xin Yi was stunned.

"Because we can use the accompaniment you just recorded, we will not charge you money. It would be nice to have the opportunity to record more songs in the future. ”

The recording engineer rubbed his head, looking embarrassed.

"No, your service is worth the price. ”

Before the recording engineer could figure out whether this sentence was praising him or hurting him, Xin Yi had already gone away.

The phone also clicked, showing that the money had arrived.

It seems that he has found another way to make a fortune.

Xin Yi touched his chin and transferred the money back to the boss.

In the afternoon, it was the audition site of the Top Ten Singers Competition, of course, Xin Yi, who learned early that the teacher of the Youth League Committee was one of the judges, would not be worried, and the song he recorded was not prepared for the audition.

In fact, what he has to worry about is the next match after the audition is passed.

The reason is simple, he has no money.

In other words, he didn't have the money to record another song.

Unless you can get sponsorship.

As for whether it can attract sponsorship.

Xin Yi was not worried.

It's really not good, and "The Legend of Wukong" is here, calculate the time, and there should be a publishing house to contact.

But Xin Yi did everything, but he still didn't calculate.

The publisher did get in touch, but it wasn't him.

It's the boss.

The reason is very simple, the Weibo account is the boss, so the contact information is also filled in with the boss's contact information.

And the boss, because of the previous popular Weibo incident, was attacked by Sun Lingtong's fans, so he even changed his number.

So it's a state that no one can contact at the moment.

Xin Yi didn't know what was going on.

After eating, he slowly headed towards the playground.

I don't know why the school held the audition in the afternoon, which affected those students who were going to graduate school.

Xin Yi squinted and complained about the school.

Of course, what he actually meant was that it affected his nap.

Yes, in order to have a good body, he decided early on that he would start napping in the future, so as not to die suddenly.

However, before this plan could start, it was ruthlessly broken by this audition.

When he was ready, he complained to the teachers of the Youth League Committee to see if the bonus could be increased.

But when he walked to the game, he was shocked.

Where did so many people come from.

Men and women, old and young.

There are even some blacks, mixed in.

What is this for?

Are these here to compete, or are they here to see a show?

There are also those onlookers who sit at the front with benches, and they are still munching melon seeds.

Xin Yi only felt a deep pain in the egg.

With so many people participating, when will it take?

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xin Yi hurriedly walked in front of the teacher of the Youth League Committee and handed the registration form to the teacher.

"Mr. Guan. ”

Seeing that the teacher of the Youth League Committee was tidying up with his head down, Xin Yi deliberately shouted.

"It's Xinyi. The teacher of the Youth League Committee smiled and didn't say anything.

I put the registration form I just got in front of me.

Sure enough, after the first and second singing, it was Xin Yi.

To be honest, Xin Yi didn't think anything was wrong, so there was nothing wrong with waiting a little less.

As for whether it will increase the waiting time of other students, it is unfair to them.

Xin Yi just wants to say, I'm here to participate in this competition, even the championship has been arranged, what more do you want is unfair.

Xin Yi stepped onto the stage.

Give the score to the classmates who came up with you.

Yes, in order to save money, he found a few music majors to play live.

I also deliberately practiced a few days in advance.

The music students didn't say anything, after all, there was such an opportunity to show their faces, Xin Yi showed them the video of his performance, and promised to take them to perform together in the future.

Naturally, these students flocked to it.

The only thing to worry about is probably Xin Yi's appearance.

To be honest, it's pretty average.

Therefore, when he walked on the stage, there was no cheers like the first and second people, only sparse applause.

Xin Yi didn't care.

Gestured to the band.

"When. "There was a bang.

"Sometimes I feel like a superstar. ”

"Everybody loves me, rich and famous. ”

The first sentence attracted everyone's attention.

It's kind of interesting.

Teacher Guan of the Youth League Committee also laughed.

Yes, it's the hard-won song "I Feel Like a Superstar" from another world.

This song is catchy and has a strong rhythm, especially in terms of intention, Xin Yi feels that there is no better song for these college students.

"Superstar, superstar, we love you, and we can't continue without you. ”

The first time it was still a loud laugh, and the second time it had become a chorus of the whole audience.

The Divine Comedy of Brainwashing can be seen.

"If you don't really want to be a superstar, you can do whatever you want. ”

Finish singing a song.

The students in the audience were unanimous.

"Superstar, Superstar"

Teacher Guan of the Youth League Committee had to stand up to maintain order, and then he quieted down.

"Xin Yi, advance. ”

Xin Yi bowed to the judges, and then to the audience.

"Thank you. ”