Chapter Seventy-Seven: The End of "Collecting Songs".
From the beginning of the production of the album, Oh Jae-young did not collect a single song.
It's not that he's unwilling to pay, it's that there are no channels.
Because he is a rookie producer, no creator is willing to sell him good songs.
Thankfully, he's a songwriter himself and makes music he loves.
Oh Jae-young now has to list the songs selected for this album on a blank piece of paper:
Like a shot, the undisputed hit is the main one.
It is the perfection in Wu Zairong's heart, at least at this stage.
There is no one like that again,
After a long time,
tears
My heart is dying,
Just crying,
You okay
You who don't answer the phone.
Oh Jae-young lined them up, and this is a soft love song, which is a genre.
Of course, these are the only ones.
explosive songs, Oh Jae-young listed them on the other side.
extravagant hopes
Crazy like that,
Saying.
Any song in this is an absolute masterpiece.
If you take it out separately to any love song singer, it can be used as a baby for the title song.
Normally, as long as there are three or four songs on each album that are good songs, the other good songs can be kept as material for the next album.
But Wu Zairong didn't have any savings, and put them together.
That's Oh's ambition, he wants to make a perfect album.
I stopped writing, and there was no more.
These eleven songs are all there is to it, all he chooses.
In other words, he still lacks a song and a sub-title.
This sub-title, of course, is the main tragic style, Wu Jaerong squinted his eyes, preferably a dance song.
A dance song that can be of high quality, appealing to the public, and novel.
One is to enrich the elements in his album.
The second is to put another layer of insurance for the album, even if it is like being shot, it really paves the street like the invincible in the world, and other songs are silent like failure and no reason, and they can also rely on him to turn over.
How do you write it?
Oh Jae-young fell into thought.
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When you can't find inspiration, you should ......
You should listen to the songs of your predecessors.
Oh Jae-young, who was too lazy to go out to find inspiration, decided to stay in the studio and listen to some old songs.
What might you be inspired by?
Kim modeled love left?
Wu Jae-young directly switched to the next song.
The song is not in its own style, and I don't get much inspiration from it.
HOT's Hammer Dance?
Oh Jae-young can only hehe, this is a song with a strong S.M style.
When you get inspired, it's time for you to infringe.
JINUSEAN'S PHONE NUMBER?
If you write this style, will it be too incompatible?
The front is all sad mourning love, and here is a nightclub conversation, the contrast is still a bit big.
Continue to cut the song.
Keep cutting songs.
One afternoon was dedicated to cutting songs.
After listening to this song, I won't listen to it, Wu Zairong is also going crazy, who is not annoyed to listen to this?
Soothing music, refreshing saxophone, gentle voices, and most importantly, the sound of pencils rubbing against stationery.
Wu Zairong smiled, this voice is simply a sign.
GOD's letter.
Wait, I seem to be inspired.
The sound of the pencil rubbing against the letter paper is like a switch, releasing Oh Jae-young's inspiration.
There is a diary that connects the whole story.
That's right, that's it, Wu Zairong started writing stories again.
A pen writes and draws on paper.
I can't forget you to this day
I couldn't believe all this
So I can't let you go today
I'm going to rewrite our story
There is still a long way to go
Hide the skin-like loss for the time being
Rewrite the beginning of the story
You and I both smiled happily
In order to make it impossible for you to leave the story, set in a room with no exit
I kiss you without any worries
Can't escape your sweetness can't
There is no end to it for us
So I (FictioninFiction)
Never Forget (FictioninFiction)
In mind, this story will not end
Hold on to you
Never Let Go (FictioninFictioninFiction)
Until now I am
Indulge in the unfinished story of you and me
Now there is only happiness in the story
That's all that belongs to us
(Different from reality)
In this way, the heart is gradually filled
You ran to me and hugged me
I'm holding you, and I'm never going to let go of it anymore
There is no end for us
So I (FictioninFiction)
Can't be cut off (FictioninFiction)
In mind, this story will not end
Hold on to you
Never let go
Until now I am
Indulge in the unfinished story of you and me
Say it again
Now that you're with me, that's what I believe
(Fiction, however)
The end of this novel
I became the author of the lost target
(It's my Fiction)
There are only three words left: I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
(It's all just Fiction)
The pen stopped on the yellowed letter stained with tears
(All Fiction)
This story cannot be happy or sad
Now I am very happy
Write our story from your imagination
However, all this can only be a luxury
I'm Happy(FictioninFictioninFiction)
We are in this together (FictioninFictioninFiction)
It's just getting started now (FictioninFictioninFiction)
It's Never Over (FictioninFictioninFiction)
Wu Zairong put down his pen.
This song is called FICTION.