Chapter Ninety-Two: I Write It, I Write It

It is said to be a studio, but in fact, it is a few office rooms separated from the office building, and then a gate is built at the entrance, which is a space of its own.

Along the way, Liu La found that this floor seemed to be full of similar studios, and there were many well-known names of artists.

After coming to the door of Zhou Gongzi's studio, Liu La followed Yu Zhaoguang and walked in. Walking through the door, the two of them entered the innermost room on the left-hand side, with three big characters printed on the door.

This is a recording studio of more than 40 square meters, and when Liu La came in, Zhou Gongzi was sitting on the sofa, and there were several strange men and women that Liu La had never seen were also sitting opposite her.

"Here, block sit. It's cold outside today, and I see that the windows are frosty. After seeing Liu La, Zhou Gongzi quickly patted the position next to him and motioned for him to sit over.

Liu La is naturally as good as a stream: "Hey, here it is." It's been quite cold today, and the snow is falling late this year, so I thought I should come these days, and sure enough. While talking, Liu La sat down beside Zhou Gongzi in a hurry.

After sitting down, Liu La noticed that Yu Zhaoguang's face was obviously darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

However, in the end, he was the editor-in-chief, and soon hid his true emotions again, replaced them with a hypocritical face, and said with a smile: "Xiaoxun, this time the person is here, let's start." Several musicians had been waiting for a long time. ”

After saying this, without waiting for Zhou Gongzi to respond, he said to Liu La again: "Mr. Liu, these people should not need me to introduce them, they are all recognized masters in the industry, I took a lot of great favors to invite them, I think you should have heard of them." ”

"Huh? Oh, yes? What can I say?" hearing his words, Liu La responded awkwardly and vaguely.

When he talks about cross talk, he usually doesn't care about the music industry, if you want to say that the singer probably knows a little, but these masters who write songs behind the scenes, Liu La really doesn't know much.

Liu La was vague, but everyone here was a human spirit, and when he saw his expression, he immediately guessed a rough idea.

"You don't know them?" Yu Zhaoguang opened his mouth wide.

"Ahem... Ahem, it's not very cooked. Liu La scratched her nose with her fingers to hide her embarrassment.

Several musicians were originally still holding their necks, looking like I was very proud and I was not easy to mess with, but now that they found that Liu La didn't know them at all, they all immediately smiled bitterly, and the shelves they put up were scattered.

It's like going to an interview, you go to a multinational company, as soon as you introduce yourself, and say buddy, I am a Cambridge graduate, an Ivy League graduate, no matter if it works with you, the boss has to immediately get up and respect you, no matter how big his company is, he is not as knowledgeable as you.

But if you go to a township coal mine for an interview, don't say that the Ivy League graduates, it's useless for you to be the principal of Cambridge, the coal boss doesn't care about you at all, he is enough to know whether Cambridge is in the United States or the United Kingdom......

Let yourself, a senior musician, wait for Liu Ra to be a layman, although several musicians don't say it, they are actually holding their breath in their hearts. But I never expected that they, graduates of colleges and universities, would really run into Liu La, the coal boss, and they didn't know who they were.

They were helpless, but Zhou Gongzi smiled: "Hey, you really don't know each other!" ”

Liu La circled his head, embarrassed to take a stubble.

Next, after a brief introduction, several musicians began to play their own compositions.

They created a song that Zhou Gongzi will sing at this year's Spring Festival Gala, with the theme of family and time. said that it was created for Zhou Gongzi, but in fact, it is not true, some are indeed created, but some are songs that have been written a long time ago, but they have never found a suitable opportunity to sell them, and this time they directly took them and used them.

The first song is a song called "Home". “

"My song mainly describes the story of mutual respect and love between children and parents, and the story of building a harmonious socialist society." As the author of the song was introduced, a demo of the song that had been recorded began to be played in the studio.

Of course, the sample was not sung by Zhou Xun, but another girl with a clearer voice.

With the slow flow of notes, Liu La listened, but couldn't help frowning.

Zhou Gongzi also noticed Liu La's expression, so when the song ended, she asked Liu La: "How is it?" Do you think this song is okay? ”

Liu La thought for a while: "To be honest, the music is really good, but the lyrics are a little too main theme." It's not quite in line with the setting of family and time, it's more like singing the new look of socialism, if it's on Army Day, it's quite appropriate to sing at the National Day Gala, but if you sing it in the Spring Festival Gala, it seems to be a little less interesting, right? ”

"Yes, that's true." Hearing Liu La's words, Zhou Gongzi nodded, thoughtful. As Liu La said, the author of this song is an author who is good at writing folk songs, writing red songs, and singing about the new look of society.

The author of the song also knows his weaknesses, but when he was pointed out by a layman Liu La, he still felt quite embarrassed, pouted, and didn't want to speak.

Immediately after that, a demo of the second song also began to play.

This time it's a song called "Mother's Lake", compared to the previous one, this one sounds much melodious, the tune is beautiful, and the lyrics are also very simple and sincere, without so many flashy rhetoric, and there are not so many praises of merit.

However, after hearing this song, Liu La still frowned. The song is good, the problem is that this is a folk song, the voice conditions of this girl are good, she can tell the story of this singing, and she sings beautifully, but Zhou Gongzi's voice is estimated to be unable to reach her state.

Without waiting for the song to finish, Liu La moved her mouth to Zhou Gongzi's ear and whispered to her: "Sister, this song is good, but it doesn't quite match your voice conditions." ”

Zhou Gongzi was stunned for a moment, then reacted to Liu La's meaning and rolled his eyes at him. Their actions, in Yu Zhaoguang's eyes, became flirting and scolding, and Yu Zhaoguang's face couldn't help but turn black again.

It's a pity that this song had to be eliminated, and the author probably thought that his work was very good, but he didn't expect it to be rejected, so he was more dissatisfied.

Next, a few more songs were played one after another, but for various reasons, these songs failed to impress Liu La, and failed to impress Liu La, so naturally they could not get Zhou Gongzi's approval.

In the end, all the songs were played, and I still couldn't choose a suitable piece. Several musicians didn't look good, and Zhou Xun also looked very headache, and he didn't know what to do.

At this time, Yu Zhaoguang turned to Liu La: "Mr. Liu, what do you mean?" There are so many works, I personally think each song is very good, isn't there one you like? In that case, why don't you just write one! ”

"Yes, you don't like us, then you can write one yourself!" Several musicians also followed Yu Zhaoguang's words.

Hearing their reproach, Liu La smiled, and said in her heart, buddy, just wait for you.

"Okay, I'll write it!" He looked directly at Yu Zhaoguang and said......