"Lend me a glass of wine and stay with me until dawn. ”

"Loneliness is unspoken. ”

"Moonlight sleeps with me. ”

Zhang Buque sang a melody with a folk rhythm, and couldn't help but stop after singing a few words.

You don't have to think about this kind of melody, you will definitely hit the street when you go up, he himself feels awkward, this style of music is fine, but with this kind of lyrics, there is an indescribable boring feeling.

It's just a song from the last century, and I can't ask for more.

"Well, the vocal and singing skills are not bad. A thin middle-aged man praised with a smile, and there were several people around him, all of whom were members of the music team invited by the program team.

Zhang Buque smiled and thanked him, but he didn't take it seriously, with the fact that he only has a D-level singer level, and he has just learned the level for two or three years, what is it in front of them, it may be better than other guests.

"The good news is that your voice is very good for singing mid-bass, it sounds clean and clear, and it's a little bit magnetic, but it's a bit lacking in the high notes, which may have something to do with your technique. ”

"But it's quite suitable for this song. The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Zhang Buque couldn't help laughing, this can be regarded as a joy in suffering.

"Based on your vocal conditions, I have a general idea that we can redo the arrangement of this song, lower the pitch by half and make it feel like soft rock. ”

That sounds good. The middle-aged man said seriously, this was already the most appropriate way he could think of to deal with it.

"Yes, yes. Zhang Bu nodded his head, he couldn't think of a good way, so he said: "Mr. Xu Ge, you are in charge, let's try it first." ”

That being said, the foundation of this song is there, and it's not easy to change the effect.

Unless it is overhauled, even the lyrics have been changed!

But if you change the arrangement and lyrics......

It's a neurosis! You might as well write a new song.

Then just connect with the original song on the lyrics, after all, it is always more difficult to write a limited topic than to play freely.

Thinking about it, Zhang Buque suddenly asked, "Excuse me, is it okay if I write a new song?"

Xu Ge was stunned, remembering that Zhang Buqian had composed two songs, and he was quite talented in writing, and after thinking about it, he said: "To be the same as the theme of the original song, do you want to write it now?"

"It's just an idea, let's change it first. Zhang Buqian shook his head and said, how can the creation be so simple, and it is not as good as the original song if it is not written in a hurry.

Let's take a look at the effect first, maybe the effect is unexpectedly good?

With the hope of just in case, Zhang Buqian participated in the adaptation of the song, rearranged bar by bar, added keyboards and drums, rearranged the lyrics, and Zhang Buqian tried to sing over and over again to find the feeling.

Three hours later, Zhang Buqian sighed and threw away the lyric book, looking helpless.

"What's wrong, not satisfied?" Wu Ge asked.

"Well, let's do that, you guys change it first, and I'll see if I can write a song with the same theme as this song. Zhang Buqian looked at Wu Ge and said, he knew that this was a bit of a slap in the face, but he understood even more that the work must not be compromised.

"Well, okay, you try. Wu Ge said helplessly, after all, Zhang Buque is a guest, but if the quality of the song is not good, they will resolutely not agree.

After all, they are also responsible for the quality of the show.

Zhang Buyi nodded, sat back on the sofa and closed his eyes, and lay down, looking a little tired.

The pressure of this show is really quite high, the atmosphere in the waiting room has become a little depressing, and the faces of those band members are more or less dissatisfied and helpless.

Wu Ge beckoned them to continue the adaptation, in his opinion, most of the time he would have to use this version, even if he couldn't write any good songs in such a hurry.

It's one thing to be able to create this thing, but inspiration is even more important.

Zhang is not short here.

"Attributes. ”

Silently in his heart, a transparent light curtain appeared in front of Zhang Buque, Zhang Buqian looked at the attributes, and his heart became firm.

"Add points to the singer profession and the composer profession!"

After a few seconds, his stats changed dramatically.

Profession: Singer

Grade: C-

(Pitch recognition: d+)(0/20000)

(Vocal Cord Control: C-) (0/50000)

(Breath Control: D+)(0/20000)

(Instrument Mastery: D+) (0/20000)

(Songwriting: C-)(0/50000)

120,000 experience makes the singer's career level soar to C-!

After a while, Zhang Buqian opened his eyes, and the moment just now was like an enlightenment, and the feeling of clarity was like an epiphany, recalling many things that would have been there.

The most important thing is that as his songwriting ability improves, countless notes appear in his mind.

Inspiration strikes.

He knew how to write the song he didn't finish when he was on the set, and of course, it wasn't the time to write that song.

Get up and sit down, Zhang Buqian grabbed the pen and paper.

He got an idea.

The boy is always sentimental, although he has some achievements now, but before this, he didn't even have a friend to talk to, and no one cared about his thoughts.

Although he doesn't like to drink, he doesn't mind toasting his past.

Some emotions will be brewed into wine after being pressed in his heart for a long time, he didn't have the ability to refine it before, and today he just opened the seal and invited someone to drink.

With a little melancholy, with a little yearning, it finally becomes calm, self-deprecating calm, but it is not a relief, so that afterglow remains in my heart for a long time.

An hour later, Zhang Buqian put down the pen, and the whole person fell into an inexplicable emotion, and he suddenly smiled easily.

Although there was no relief in the song, he felt relief.

Say goodbye to the past, he is no longer the Zhang Buqian who can only be destroyed by reality, let the emotions accumulate in his heart but can not do anything, he is now doing what he likes and working hard for his dreams.

Unlike his previous confusion, he has a goal that excites him to chase.

So, sometimes people really need to make a decision, otherwise, you won't know how far you can go.

With a long exhale, Zhang Buqian picked up the score with a quiet smile on the corner of his mouth and walked towards the band.

"Mr. Wu Ge, I've written it, please help me rehearse it. Zhang Buqian handed over the score, his expression was calm.

Wu Ge took it with a smile, he didn't have much expectation in his heart, what good song could he write in an hour?

But looking at it, Wu Ge's heart gradually couldn't calm down.

Five minutes later, Wu Ge raised his head and took a deep look at Zhang Buque, even if it was only a cursory glance, he understood one thing.

It turns out that in an hour, you can really write a good song.

"You all have a look, we have only eight hours to rehearse this song, time is tight, don't waste this song. Wu Ge said abruptly, his current emotions are very complicated.

Admiration, appreciation, impress, and a little lost.

"No, I already have a hunch that the singer of this issue is you, amazing, you are a genius in composition. Wu Ge gave a thumbs up and sighed sincerely, creating this thing is too inspiring, in his opinion, Zhang Buxian's performance is undoubtedly worthy of the title of genius.

Zhang Buqian smiled slightly, and was very calm about his praise, and after writing this song, he also experienced a baptism of the soul and became more calm.

"After the prize, let's get started. Zhang Buqian said with a smile, with a calm bearing, at this time, the musicians probably finished reading the score, and they couldn't help but look up at Zhang Buqian frequently, and their eyes were different from just now, full of admiration.

The atmosphere in the waiting room became hot, the score was printed into several copies and distributed to everyone, and several people began to discuss the arrangement of the accompaniment, and everyone was full of anticipation, and the song would bloom in their hands.

That's the joy of playing music.

After a while, even the busy music director and director team were alarmed, and the entire program team knew that Zhang Buqian had a good song here, and everyone in the program team was excited for a while, as if they saw a bright future, and their attitude towards Zhang Buqian was a lot more enthusiastic.

A few hours flew by, eating, arranging, rehearsing, choosing the costumes for the performance, and the time came to eight o'clock in the evening, and the audience entered.

The show is on the verge of getting off.