The style of this album is sad.

It's not easy to determine the style, but the moment he finished writing like a shot, Oh Jae-young made up his mind.

Anyway, the reaction of blue last time was good, and it seems to be a good choice to carry the melancholy to the end.

WU JAE-YOUNG GAVE UP HIS PLAN TO FOCUS ON HIPHOP THIS TIME, BUT HE DIDN'T KNOW HOW PRESIDENT YANG WAS GOING TO SCOLD HIMSELF.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the album is ready.

I also saved a few love songs of very good quality.

Of course, this kind of affectionate love song is certainly not enough.

No matter how high the quality of the song is, it is all soft and complaining love words, and the listener will get tired.

Wu Zairong flipped through the songs that Cui Chengguo had collected to see if he could find some more treasures from them.

The last time he watched it, he was prejudiced, and it was not impossible to miss some good works.

Turning to the last page, Wu Zairong's eyebrows raised.

Sure enough, there is no one, not to mention that I found a song like a gun, and I didn't even have one to look at.

It seems that the rest of the songs are on your own. Of course, you can't stop collecting songs, although the budget is no longer enough, but where it should be spent, Wu Zairong will never be stingy.

Songs are the soul of the album, and Oh Jae-young won't joke about them.

What he also needed was a couple of explosive lyrical, inspirational songs, both to keep the album from falling into the monotony of a flood of mournful love songs, and to ......

Wu Jaerong narrowed his eyes.

In order to prove his strength, singing strength.

The last two songs actually didn't have high requirements for singing skills, and what I showed was more of my live strength, and I was a singer who could sing live.

Not for show-off. It's just that since he has good singing skills, he has no reason to refuse to use it.

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Walking into the studio with a reverent attitude, Wu Jae-young began the recording of the title song, like being shot.

Wu Jaeyoung closed his eyes, raised his head, and tried to mobilize the saddest and most desperate emotions, magnifying them as much as possible.

Open your eyes and you're done. Oh Jae-young made an OK gesture to the assistant outside.

"It's like getting shot."

Oh Jae-young stopped because he had just missed the first note.

Apologetic smile, sincere apology. After reflecting for a while, Wu Zairong began to record again.

"'Empty smile.' No, this sentence doesn't work. "I didn't sing that hollow sound.

After apologizing, Wu Jaerong motioned to his assistant to do it all over again.

Not only that, but he was not satisfied with the previous record.

"It's like getting shot." Stopped, "No, do it again." ”

"Nope."

"Do it all over again!"

"Do it all over again."

"Nope."

Wu Jae-young spent the morning in the process of starting over himself.

By the time he came out of the studio exhausted, he hadn't tried to finish the first measure, not once.

Every time he sings, he sings very well, but Wu Zairong always feels that he is missing a little.

If someone else were a producer, they might not have noticed. I don't take this seriously if I notice it, and it's over.

But Wu Zairong is different, he knows that a very important feeling is missing, but he doesn't know where it is missing.

He wouldn't give up, he would keep singing until he felt that way. He has always been so cruel to himself.

Even the assistant on the side couldn't look at it, "Zai Rong, isn't this good not to sing?" It's pretty perfect, I think anyway. Why do you have to do it all over again? ”

Wu Zairong could only apologize, "I'm sorry, teacher." ”

"I just, just wanted to make it a little bit better, after all, it's such a good song." What can he say?

Say that the assistant has been busy all morning, just because there is no feeling? A feeling that he couldn't even speak?

Wu Zairong didn't dare very much.

What's missing?

When the assistant was resting, Wu Zairong also sat in front of the computer, constantly thinking.

There could be no problem with the pitch, and so could the rhythm, which was his pride.

If you want to sing, you have already planned how to do it in advance, and there is no problem.

The voice is also good, Wu Zairong coughed dryly, and he completely followed the song. My voice hurts a little since I sang it in the morning, and it is now my task to relax my vocal cords.

The hardest thing is feelings, and it's not easy to brew that kind of feelings, but it's not a problem. Wu Zairong is sure that he has indeed perfectly integrated his feelings into the lyrics, and he couldn't be better.

Where would that be?

Why don't you sing it all and listen to it yourself?

Swallowing his saliva vigorously, Wu Zairong walked into the recording studio again and faced the microphone.

"My heart is so broken

It's really like getting shot

It really hurts in my chest

It hurts so much, it hurts

It's incredible to be alive

How else can I make you forget

I don't know, I don't know

The chest was penetrated with a thump

It can't be blocked anymore

There was only deathly pain

Like a shot."

After singing the whole song, Wu Jaeyoung did not open his eyes and was completely immersed in the atmosphere.

Go outside, sit in front of the computer, and put on your headphones. I want to see for myself, what is missing?

As soon as the sound of music came to mind, Wu Zairong entered the atmosphere.

"It's like getting shot."

When his voice appeared, goosebumps rose all over his body.

It seems that he has indeed done a great thing, and only his own voice is worthy of this song. Wu Jaerong was a little narcissistic.

My phone seems to have vibrated just now. Oh Jae-young isn't sure.

Pick up the phone, flip open the lid, and it's a text message.

Wait, there are three more missed calls here?

Or is it all one person?

The caller, Zheng Xiuyan!!!

Wu Zairong hurriedly dialed back. Maybe it's because I was in the studio just now and I didn't hear it ringing.

When you enter the studio, you have to leave your phone outside, which is an unwritten rule.

Can I help you?

The music was still playing, but Wu Jaerong didn't have the heart to listen to it anymore.

After waiting for a long time, Zheng Xiuyan answered the phone. “OPPA。”

The voice, very slow, very hoarse.

There was a sense of sadness.

Wu Jaerong's heart sank. "Where are you now?" Picked up his coat.

"It's over this side of Cheongdam-dong." Zheng Xiuyan's voice made people have no doubt that she would be able to cry the next moment.

The hat was casually buttoned on his head, and he tied his scarf as he ran, "Obediently, just stay there obediently and wait for me, I'll be there soon." ”

Wu Jaerong rushed out the door.

The music never stops.

PS (A songwriter like a shot is not a person.) Although the whole song is a sad love song, he has a fairly fast BPM, and everyone should be able to hear it if you listen carefully. ）