Turning on the microphone again, Yan Qing opened his voice in a deep voice: "Director Liu, I still have a lyrical rock version of "Words Don't Reach Meaning" here, we want to try the effect, can we?" ”

Liu Mingren, who had a wonderful smile and even took the initiative to order the two auxiliary seats to be turned off, had no choice: "Of course you can!" ”

In the cheers of Lu Lu, Yan Qing found a blank sheet music, and he directly wrote out the drum sheet and electric guitar sheet on the spot.

After dozens of minutes, I returned to the normal recording state, and practiced four or five times in a row, but the process was not very smooth.

There seems to be a serious problem with the coordination between the drummer and the singer, either Lu Lu's side is beating too fast, or Weng Huaijing is not stepping on the right point.

The scene was awkward for a while.

"Forget it, this... I'll play the drums..."

Noticing that since I don't know when, only one host camera is in recording mode, and I don't have time to think about it, Yan Qing skillfully reversed the sense of the lens, and communicated softly with Weng Huaijing in the center of the stage: "Gege, you just sing according to the rhythm you are used to, and I will adapt to you." ”

"But I don't know how to use a keyboard..."

Lu Lu, who was puzzled, shouted and complained.

"I'm coming!" Mao Zhiyuan stepped forward, he hugged Lu Lu and whispered something, and after a few words, the double ponytail girl took the initiative to pick up the bass with a gossip on her face.

"Bassist! Despise the reincarnation of the chain..."

complained about Mao Zhiyuan, but Lu Lu's gaze curiously wandered between Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing.

After Yan Qing changed to the drummer position, Weng Huaijing was very relieved to change to the rhythm she was most accustomed to and began to sing.

Yan Qing freely used the drum beat to coordinate the rhythm of the whole band, and after entering the chorus, Professor Weng, who had sung until the beginning of the song, left the electric guitar with her hands again, and she began to sing and dance again.

At this time, the drum kit became the only main instrument, Yan Qing seemed to have expected it, he was not busy to speed up his hands, a large number of cymbals began to join, creating a suffocating atmosphere of urgency, the sound of the kick drum became stronger and stronger, echoing the gradually stronger cymbals, and at the same time, the snare drum was always interspersed between each cymbal, pulling the whole piece into the climax at a fairly high speed.

In the end, with the support of non-human hand speed, Yan Qing held the melody firmly with the perfect combination of high-frequency cymbals and snare drums and kick drums, and before the last chorus of "Words Don't Reach Meaning" began, he reminded the band with four consecutive strong accents, and the bass, two sets of keyboard programs, and electric guitars re-cut into the melody at the same time, with perfect coordination, and every half-turn of the whole song fell perfectly on the rhythm of the center of gravity of the piece.

In the midst of the applause, Weng Huaijing walked to the drum kit and communicated with Yan Qing: "I originally wanted to donate the proceeds of "Words Don't Reach Meaning" to the Special Fund for Children with Autism of the Children's Protection Association..."

"It just so happens that we can record two versions later..."

Yan Qing raised his head to meet her clear gaze like a clear spring.

Looking at each other and smiling, everything is in the eye contact of Ying Yingmai.

"The teacher at Minzu University has always said that Lulu, even if you go to play rock and roll, you will have problems, but I haven't taken it seriously..."

Playing with the corners of her clothes, Lu Lu also came over accompanied by Mao Zhiyuan, and her puzzled question interrupted Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing's eyebrows: "Brother Qing, where is my problem?" ”

"Da Mao actually knows, but he is reluctant to say you..."

Lian Lian was reluctant to look away, and under Mao Zhiyuan's incessant begging for mercy, Yan Qing said bluntly: "In the final analysis, it is a drummer's own positioning. ”

Lu Lu pouted and looked at Mao Zhiyuan for help.

"Little deer, you like to show off the problem of flower arrangement... As a result, there is a problem with the rhythm of the front and back and the overall rhythm. ”

Mao Zhiyuan patiently explained after considering the words: "Brother Qing'er's habit of arranging music has always been to deliberately leave a solo space for drummers to play freely every four bars. ”

"That's right, I just thought I had to behave well, but I didn't cooperate very well with Sister Jing."

Chong Weng smiled apologetically, and Lu Lu's eyes were full of grievances.

"No one has a rule that every 4 bars is the legal solo time for drummers..."

Yan Qing pinpoints the problem: "When you add a dispensable round to the fourth measure of the piece, and hit the cymbal on the first beat of measure 5, you often find that the second 4 measures and the third 4 measures suddenly become difficult to deal with. ”

"yes, that's what happened to me just now!"

The desire for progress is still very strong, and Ai Ai looked at Yan Qing during the Lulu period: "Brother Qing, I will definitely play less flowers in the future!" ”

"Actually, it's not that you can't arrange flowers, it's just that the scale of the icing on the cake must be just right..."

Yan Qing gave his own pertinent advice: "When the band is rehearsing a piece, you might as well use the snare drum to hit the 4th note in the first few ensemble sessions, listen carefully to the other musicians, find the rhythm of the piece, and then determine the rhythm you want to insert." ”

Unexpectedly, Weng Huaijing on the side suddenly comforted me coldly: "That's what he taught me at the time, direct and ruthless, but very effective." ”

Seeing the opportunity to look at Weng Huaijing, Yan Qing unearthed a trace of sweetness from her eyes, and the vinegar jar in her heart was secretly overturned.

"Lulu, you're a talented rhythm drummer, don't rush to put all the skills you've learned to good use."

With such a mentality, before Mao Zhiyuan took Lu Lu off the stage, Yan Qingzhi encouraged the double-ponytailed girl with a serious and gentle tone: "A good drummer must position himself as a beater in the band rather than a soloist, even a few simple and appropriate accents are better than aimlessly high-frequency showmanship. ”

Such a famous teacher's demeanor also made Lu Lu full of energy, she happily took Mao Zhiyuan's arm and bent down the stage, and sprinkled dog food.

Although the band left the venue, the recording of the "Band Rehearsal Session" has not yet ended.

Weng Huaijing didn't leave the stage directly after singing her song as usual, her eyes were firmly locked on the upright piano, and her voice was no longer cold: ""Undercurrent"... Otherwise, I'll give you piano accompaniment. ”

Yan Qing was naturally overjoyed, and he raised his head and handed out a hot look under the cover of the drum kit: "Okay." ”

The sight collapsed at the touch of a button, and Weng Huaijing lowered his head and wrung his hands: "I deliberately practiced last night." ”

There was a lot of thunder in his heart, Yan Qing couldn't wait for the mountains and seas to swear: "Don't work so hard, let me adapt to you in the future, like today!" ”

"Okay, be quiet!"

With a shy look, Weng Huaijing fled straight away, and she sat down in front of the upright piano directly behind the stage.

The old face was flushed, Yan Qing got up slowly, and he didn't know if it was because of the lack of blood supply to the brain, he was a little dizzy after sitting for a long time.

"Chase after it!"

Luo Bing, who ate melons in close proximity throughout the whole process, couldn't wait to replace her, and she slapped the sofa excitedly.

Yan Qing was embarrassed in place, he felt from the bottom of his heart that he should accept it when he saw it.

Unexpectedly, the considerate Zhang Yameng helped him create a perfect excuse: "Brother Qing, next week's live broadcast needs to be tested, can you sit next to Sister Jing and sing?" ”

The soles of his feet were greased, Yan Qing cheekily moved the standing microphone to the piano, and moved a high stool Shi Shiran to sit down from a distance of about two steps from Weng Huaijing, he approached the microphone and said seriously: "Next, "Undercurrent"! ”

…

Near noon, Liu Mingren blocked Yan Qing, who was about to step down, and he smiled and was about to say something.

"There really aren't any extra songs this week, Director Liu!"

Yan Qing drooped his eyelids and took the lead in making a preemptive move, and his face was full of expressions that I really didn't have a drop.

"This week's flying guest is Xu Moer..."

Smiled mysteriously, the gossip in Liu Mingren's eyes was not hidden at all: "Her wish is to dance "Swan Lake" with Professor Weng. ”

The wind was light and the clouds were light, Yan Qing calmly responded: "It's good, you can disperse early today, and there is just something to do in the afternoon." ”

"Well, there is still one person to accompany the two of them in the "Waltz of the Four Little Swans", I'm not worried!"

Liu Mingren pretended to be melancholy: "It seems that Brother Qing'er is inconvenient for you!" ”

Licking his face, Yan Qing grabbed Bai and said, "I... It's so convenient! ”

Liu Mingren smiled with a smile on his aunt's face: "This way you can finish recording early, and you don't need to accommodate the schedules of other flying guests, which is just right for you to record songs in the afternoon." ”

“？？？”

Involuntarily condensed Nick Yang's question mark face, Yan Qing's belly slandered:

There was a cheer from the logistics support personnel of the program group who were watching the play from afar: "The tide has reversed!" ”