Chapter 44: Recording a Song Successfully

After listening to his recording three or five times repeatedly, Wang Yanyou thought about it with his eyes closed, capturing the artistic conception of the song. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After about ten minutes, Wang Yan opened his eyes, looked at Huang Bo and them, and signaled that they could continue. In fact, Wang Yan didn't say what he thought in his heart, and he still needed to practice a few more times.

Abandoning his virgin recording, Wang Yan put the lyrics and music scores in his hand on the table beside him, then closed his eyes and captured the artistic conception of the song again. Recording songs is not a simple job, so it is normal to record so many times.

Although Wang Yan can use the help of the Uranus superstar system, he may take fewer detours and even record a few times, but after all, it is only with the help of external objects. If Wang Yan wants to continue to make some breakthroughs in music in the future, then the help of the system will only give him a drink to quench his thirst at most, which will not only not help him in the future, but will be harmful.

Recording again and again, being suspended again and again, Wang Yan really responded to an old saying, defeated again and again, defeated again and again.

And after recording so many times, Wang Yan basically knows most of his problems. But it is not so easy to understand and understand, and it is not so easy to make real corrections. Sometimes Wang Yan's artistic conception is not accurate, sometimes his singing voice is even flawed, sometimes his speech is slurred, his words are not clear, and one after another the faults are constantly picked out by Huang Bo and the boss of the recording studio.

Recording and recording, Wang Yan doesn't know how many times he has recorded it, and now he feels that his throat is hot and dry. After taking a sip of water, Wang Yan felt a little upset and irritable, he glanced at Huang Bo and the others apologetically, and felt a little ashamed in his heart.

Perhaps sensing the depression on Wang Yan's body, Huang Bo smiled again and said: "It's not a problem, I was in a similar situation when I recorded songs before, don't worry, we are not in a hurry at all." ”

The recording studio owner glanced at Wang Yan and said, "We are not in a hurry, and we have no business, the longer you record, the more money we will collect, so you don't have to feel guilty at all." ”

Although both of them said so, Wang Yan knew that they were just here to enlighten and comfort themselves. Sitting on the chair next to him, Wang Yan didn't know what to say for a while, so he didn't say anything, like a stuffy gourd.

Huang Bo walked to Wang Yan's side, patted him, and said: "What's the matter, now I feel that it is not easy to record songs, you must know that my brother got up every morning before dawn to practice singing, and he couldn't speak until he practiced until his voice couldn't speak." It really wakes up earlier than chickens, sleeps later than dogs, and eats worse than pigs. In those days, my brother survived, let alone now? Don't worry, as long as you practice for two days, you can basically deal with the theme song of the TV series. Huang Bo said this, most of them were relieved Wang Yan, but it is also true, but this needs to be trained, and there is a foundation for recording songs, and the time of two days is indeed about the same.

Wang Yan didn't speak, just sat quietly, constantly thinking about how to sing, but the owner of the recording studio looked at Wang Yan with a strange gaze.

Glancing at Wang Yan, the studio owner said: "Wang Yan, your biggest difficulty now is that you haven't grasped the soul, connotation, and feeling of this song, you know? If you grasp the connotation of this song, I believe it will not be a problem at all." ”

After the statement of the studio owner, Wang Yan also admitted. Wang Yan really can't grasp the connotation of this song, and feels that there is a line in the whole song, but he just can't touch this line.

Seeing that Wang Yan was still thinking quietly, the studio owner continued: "This song shows that the 'North Drifters' insist on their beliefs and ideals. Although the content of the whole song is very simple and concise, if you want to sing the feeling of this song, you must have the same feeling. You are imagining your ideals now, and when there is no light in your ideals, the kind of resentment and depression in your mood. ”

Huang Bo also quite agreed with the words of the studio owner, nodded and said: "He is right, the rest is some trivialities, pay attention to your pronunciation and singing voice, and sing the whole lyrics clearly, instead of spitting out vague words and inaccurate pronunciation, these are good." ”

With the practical guidance of these two professionals, as well as the theoretical knowledge that Wang Yan had received in the system before, Wang Yan seemed to have grasped a trace of vague veins.

Although he had a feeling, Wang Yan still did not enter the soundproof room to continue recording, but closed his eyes again and began to experience it slowly.

Huang Bo and the recording studio owner didn't bother Wang Yan, knowing that she might have gained something else.

After about seven or eight minutes, Wang Yan opened his eyes again, and this time he accurately captured the soul of the song. Standing up, Wang Yan walked into the soundproof room again.

Putting the headset in his ear, Wang Yan closed his eyes, entered the Uranus superstar system, and imposed a [single-minded] and [Character Correct Cavity] skills on himself, and at this time, the accompaniment music in the headset sounded again.

When I walk down every street here/My heart never seems to be at peace/Except for the roar of the engine and the sound of electricity/I seem to hear its bone-eating heartbeat/I'm laughing here, I'm crying here/I'm alive and dying here/I'm praying here, I'm lost here/I'm looking here, I'm losing here/North.Jingbei.Beijing・・・・・・

"This time it worked well, but you have to go deeper, hold tighter, and try again. Wang Yan's ears heard the slightly excited voice of the recording studio owner, but at this moment, Wang Yan's heart was very calm, like a pool of stagnant water, as if he was like a sheep who could not find an ideal future and had lost his direction.

The low musical accompaniment in his ears sounded slowly, Wang Yan's eyes slowly closed, and the voice that seemed to be the loudest and lowest voice in his heart broke out.

If one day I have to leave / I want people to bury me here / I can feel my presence here / There are so many things here that I am attached to / I laugh here I cry here / I live here and die here / I pray here I am lost here / I seek here and die here / North .Jingbei Beijing.