Chapter Seventy-Five: That's the loss of the TV station
After seeing off Mayor Fang and his entourage, Principal Zheng called Cao Wu and a few people to the office.
"You also heard it, I helped you fight for this opportunity in front of Mayor Fang, whether you can grasp it or not is up to you. Principal Zheng sat on the sofa and looked at the four members of the Black Hole Band opposite.
What school leader doesn't like students who can help the school win glory and show their faces? These little guys are all treasures!
"You guys should hurry up and prepare these days, and use your spare time to rehearse more. Principal Zheng turned his head to look at Cao Wu: "By the way, classmate Cao Wu, why don't you write a new song and prepare it first! Positive, positive, can go to the opening ceremony, otherwise Mayor Fang will say that "Stubborn" is not suitable after asking, and there will be a substitute song." ”
Cao Wu was a little speechless, did the principal think how easy it was to write a song? casually asked to write a new song, and made so many requests.
It's a loss that I touched myself, if it's another high school student, I can't scratch my head?
Seeing that Cao Wu didn't answer, Principal Zheng thought that he was afraid that he would not write well, so he comforted: "Don't worry, if you need any help from our teachers and classmates, including school leaders, you can speak, your goal is to write a good song and help us fight for face in Xiangcheng No. 8 Middle School at the opening ceremony." ”
"I'll give it a try. Cao Wu didn't dare to talk too much.
"Okay, then you can go back to class! If you have any difficulties, just tell Teacher Cui directly! I'll let her solve them for you!"
Coming out of the principal's office, Lele was still immersed in the excitement of close contact with the Olympic champion, and took out his mobile phone with great interest to look at the photo with Chen Yufang.
Cao Wu couldn't help but ask, "Lele, have you forgotten that you are not allowed to bring mobile phones in school?"
"Huh?" Lele was stunned.
Mobile phones are not allowed in the school, and the students are secretly playing on weekdays, and they dare not let the teacher find out
Lu Qingsong also said on the side: "Yes, you also took out a photo with Chen Yufang directly in front of everyone, and I didn't even have time to pull you." ”
"You didn't see it, Vice Principal Ma saw Lele's face turn green when he took out his mobile phone, haha!" Batu laughed.
"It's over, let my mom know, she'll definitely take the phone back. Lele cried with a sad face.
Cao Wu smiled and comforted her: "It's okay, didn't you see that Principal Zheng didn't mention this matter at all just now? They won't sue your mother." ”
"Really?" Lele looked up in surprise.
"They have to beg us now to help them fight for face, and they won't embarrass us for something as trivial as a mobile phone. ”
Lu Qingsong followed closely behind Cao Wu, looked at him and asked, "Then are we rehearsing "Stubborn" or a new song?"
Cao Wu thought for a while and said: ""Stubborn" is not good, the style of music is a bit soft, it is more suitable for students, but not for athletes. ”
"And you want to write a new song?" asked Lele with his head tilted.
"Yes. Cao Wu nodded, only hard shaking or heavy money can hold up such a big field, and it has to be a big song.
But which song should I choose?
Before returning to the classroom, Cao Wu already had a few choices, but no matter which song he chosen, it was not something that the Black Hole Band could handle by themselves.
I have to ask my classmates from the music club for help.
After school at noon, Lele, Lu Qingsong and Liu Jingshu went to Zhao Bin, the president of the music club, to discuss the joint performance, while Cao Wu went to Teacher Cui, and she still had to come forward for this matter.
Teacher Cui ran for an afternoon before he negotiated with the teachers of the art classes of the two grades about borrowing people, and also pulled Principal Zheng's tiger skin, but finally found all the people Cao Wu needed.
When he came home from school in the afternoon, Cao Wu went into the recording studio with his score book and got busy, and he had to separate the scores of different voices, which was a tedious task.
Looks like I'm going to have to stay up late again tonight, my hair!
The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, in the old saying it is called the capable person works harder.
Cao Wu really couldn't be idle, and the next few days began to fall into busyness again.
After selection, he chose a majestic classic song as the repertoire for this performance, and began to rehearse with the members of the band and soundtrack.
The soundtrack required for this song was extremely huge, and Cao Wu had almost the entire music club and the elites of the art classes of the two grades drawn over to form a symphony orchestra.
The size of nearly 50 people could not be crammed into the activity room, so Mr. Cui simply arranged for them to rehearse in the auditorium.
Anyway, it can only be used in addition to holding a conference, and it is far away from the teaching building, so they can toss it around.
The days passed, and as the rehearsal schedule got on track, my mother also ushered in the program evaluation in the group.
It was Friday morning, Zhang Jiaqian got up early, had breakfast with her son, and came to the unit refreshed.
"Sister Liu, it's early!"
"Brother Zhao came so early today?"
greeted colleagues all the way, Zhang Jiaqian's popularity is well-known in the unit.
But the same rice raises a hundred kinds of people, and no one can be liked by everyone, especially when there is competition.
Outside the dance hall, she greeted Zhang Jiaqian with a smile on her face, and after watching her go away, several dancers got together and gossiped.
"Have you heard? Sister Zhang seems to have got a new song this time!"
"I heard from Sister Wu, in the past few days, she has found several teachers from the orchestra to rehearse on the third floor together, and the door is locked, but it's mysterious!"
I heard that her teacher is a vocal professor at the HN School of the Arts and also lives in Xiangcheng. ”
"The professor of the Academy of Arts, can he have the compulsion of Master Huo Meng? He is a professor of the China Conservatory of Music, a master of the Eight Classics!"
"What's the use of saying this? Anyway, in today's competition, who is strong and who is weak, don't you know when you hear it?"
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Zhang Jiaqian didn't know about these discussions, but even if she knew, she wouldn't care.
When she came to the concert hall, she saw Chu Huaifu, he was one of the drummers in the troupe, and she just asked him a few friends to help him in the soundtrack rehearsals in the past few days.
"Come so early?" Zhang Jiaqian greeted with a smile.
"That's it, today is the competition, I definitely can't give you the chain!" Chu Huaifu smiled, and then lowered his voice and said: "Song Huan has already come, and she opened her voice in the courtyard early in the morning, it seems that she is determined to win this competition!
"I? Of course I'm confident. Zhang Jiaqian smiled confidently and asked, "What about you?"
Chu Huaifu was also happy: "I don't know anything else, I just know that if your song can't be on the party, it will be a loss for the TV station!"