There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people.

This is like different people reading "Dream of Red Mansions", scholars seeing "Yi", Taoists seeing lewdness, talented people seeing lingering, revolutionaries seeing rows, gossips seeing palace secrets, everyone's position is different, and their feelings are different.

The same song, sung by different people with different voices, gives people different feelings.

However, what Su Qingzhi wanted was the original taste he heard in his previous life, which made Wang Wenxuan, Tang Kaiji, and Song Shaoliang bitter, and they were constantly "cut" during the recording process, so that the three of them were not confident in their singing skills.

Su Qingzhi was dissatisfied, and kept "cutting" again, starting at 4 o'clock in the afternoon and continuing until more than 23 o'clock at night, without eating or resting in the middle, tortured Wang Wenxuan and the three of them to death, and their throats were hoarse.

"cut-" Su Qingzhi stopped again.

Ni Le looked a little anxious next to him: "Isn't this very good, why did you cut it again?"

Su Qingzhi's voice was almost hoarse, he took a sip of water and moistened his throat: "When singing English songs, you must pay attention to the legato, you can't jump out word by word, the sentence 'Take-me-to-your-soul' just now, there are two syllables that are incoherent, and when you listen to it, it is Chinese-style English, it seems too amateurish, start again!"

The two syllables are incoherent, and if you don't listen carefully, you won't be able to hear them at all, but then again, even if you listen carefully, you may not be able to hear them.

Tang Kaiji had a bitter face, and his spirit looked extremely haggard: "Big brother, let's eat first, my physical strength is overdrawn......"

Although Song Shaoliang didn't say anything, looking at the way he looked like he had eaten, he was probably on the verge of collapse, but he was still gritting his teeth and holding on.

Su Qingzhi's gaze moved to Wang Wenxuan.

He made a cup of coffee for everyone, and his voice was a little dry: "Our brothers, we have tossed a lot of new things over the years, some are about music, some are creative design, and some have tried to start their own businesses, but in the end they all failed, and they didn't do a single thing, and they didn't ...... a single thing."

"I sometimes wonder if I'm just like my dad scolded me, a wreck, a second ancestor who has not achieved enough and has more than enough failures. We have persevered, worked hard, suffered a lot of white eyes, suffered countless ridicule, endured humiliation and burdened, but why...... Why the isn't there?"

Wang Wenxuan paused, a little emotional, and the corners of his eyes were moist, and the recording studio was as silent as death.

He continued: "Until today, I finally figured out that it is not that we are wasted, but that our persistence is not enough, we are always on a whim, and when this momentum has passed, we will give up halfway, and those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety." Now a top-notch song and song are here, and the opportunity to soar is just around the corner, but we can't even record the best results, we deserve to be ridiculed, we deserve to be scolded as useless waste. ”

Tang Kaiji and Song Shaoliang listened to it, and they felt very uncomfortable.

Since the three of them formed a band, they have encountered all kinds of unpleasant things, their parents do not support them, their relatives are also opposed, their social circles have become smaller, and their friends who used to call brothers and sisters have gradually moved away from them, and even their cousins have an inexplicable layer of inexplicable meaning in their eyes, which is ridicule and disdain, maybe both.

The three of them are prodigal sons who have been banished by their families, and there are too many people waiting to see their jokes, waiting for them to be crazy enough to make enough trouble, holding their tails like pugs, obediently bowing their heads to the family and admitting their mistakes, and then getting a good errand, living a leisurely life of counting money every day, and returning to their unique "circle" again.

"^him^ mother, I can't record well tonight, don't eat or sleep!"

Song Shaoliang roared, his rare eyes showed a fierce light, he couldn't be looked down upon for a lifetime, let alone be a man with his tail between his legs for a lifetime.

Tang Kaiji also gritted his teeth and said: "When to record and when to rest, if you don't record well, you will die directly on the south wall, anyway, it is a shame to be alive." ”

Wang Wenxuan looked at Su Qingzhi with a firm gaze: "Brother Su, then it's hard for you." ”

In this world, rich people are not terrible, what is terrible is that people have money and work harder than you.

Su Qingzhi was silent.

Actually, the W.T.S. is already singing quite well, but he has always wanted Michael to learn the feeling of rock and roll......

If there is a man behind every goddess who wants to vomit, then behind every song there is a group of singers who sing it and want to vomit.

From the initial takeover of "take-me-to-your-heart" to the current singing of "Take-me-to-your-heart", the W.T.S band only took 10 hours.

Three singers who have reached the level of singers at the professional level, singing a song over and over for 10 hours in a row, that experience is enough to make people collapse.

When Su Qingzhi nodded with satisfaction and made an "OK" gesture, Wang Wenxuan, Tang Kaiji, and Song Shaoliang were so tired that they collapsed directly to the ground.

They looked at each other and laughed, tears streaming down their faces.

The door of the recording studio opened, and the sleeping Ni Fat Man was woken up, sat up from the recliner with sleepy eyes, and asked, "It's done?"

After a whole day of tossing, Su Qingzhi was also tired enough, he went to the bathroom, and said when he came back: "The rest of the post-processing will be handed over to you, I will squint for a while, and I will rush back to school after dawn." ”

Wang Wenxuan and the three of them got up from the ground and said one after another: "Don't mind, we haven't eaten for a day, let's go out and find a restaurant, our brothers and sisters have a treat, it can be regarded as a celebration banquet." ”

Su Qingzhi said with a smile: "When this song is popular all over the country, it's not too late to eat a celebration banquet." A few of you families are not short of money, and allocate a sum of money to the fat man to do some publicity and promotion. In addition, in the future, you must pay attention to your own image, and it is forbidden to export swear words in public. ”

Tang Kaiji's face became solemn: "You mean that we became famous and popular all over the country?"

Song Shaoliang also expressed doubts, although he is optimistic about this song, but does his optimism mean that the market is optimistic, relying on a cover song to become popular all over the country?

He didn't know the bottom of his heart.

Su Qingzhi was very confident, and he smiled mysteriously: "Believe me, yes!"

After speaking, he stretched his waist and began to walk to the second floor outside: "I'll go up and squint for a while, you find someone, and send me to the bus station after dawn." ”

Ni Fatzi said: "The purpose of high school is to go to college, the purpose of going to college is to make money, you can now earn money by writing songs, why do you have to study? Wouldn't it be better to directly change jobs to become a professional lyricist?"

Su Qingzhi said: "I study not to earn money, but to experience life...... Forget it, don't talk about it, you laypeople won't understand. ”

After speaking, he left the recording studio and went directly to the bedroom on the second floor.

Ni Le shook his head, puzzled by his approach, then yawned and asked, "You three still haven't slept yet?"

Tang Kaiji and Song Shaoliang looked at Wang Wenxuan.

"Go to sleep, I'm not sleepy. I made a cup of coffee just now, and I feel quite energetic, and I'll do it later. ”

Wang Wenxuan put down the cup in his hand, vibrated his spirits, and prepared to continue working.

Tang Kaiji rolled his eyes: "You said so, why are the two of us embarrassed to go to sleep? ”

Song Shaoliang snapped his fingers: "That's right, it's healthier." ”

Ni Le hazy soybean-sized sleepy eyes, yawned and said: "Crazy, a group of crazy people, anyway, the fat brother will not stay up late with you, I want to continue my spring and autumn dream, there is Yan Ruyu in the dream, ah Ruyu sister, brother, I'm here, quack quack......"