In the eyes of ordinary people, half of the songs on an album with excellent quality are enough to drive the whole album, and wanting the first classic in an album is simply a fool's dream!

The king and queen can't be like this, and the first-line singers don't dare to have extravagant hopes, and on the second line, I'm afraid that only Yang Haitao, who has gone through ups and downs, can endure the temperament to ponder.

In fact, an album only needs one or two good songs to make people who like it buy it back, but this is killing the popularity of a singer. Fans can buy the album because of you, but they will be disappointed after listening to it, which will lower the impression score.

More than half of the songs in an album with good quality can probably gather new fans in addition to consolidating popularity, and the real kings have a demanding proportion of album songs.

8;2 is the unwritten ratio standard in the industry!

Eighty percent here refers to good songs, not classics. After all, the classic song is not a turnip and cabbage, there is a saying that there is.

Therefore, generally kings and queens, and even first-line singers can be called high-quality as long as they release albums.

But when it comes to the second line, it's like it's out of gear.

Second-tier singers don't have the fame of first-tier singers, so good songs are rare, and they don't have enough connections, plus the notice arranged by the company, you need to seize any popularity to go to the cave for commercial performances.

This is the real situation of this star.

But Yang Haitao is different, he was once only one step away from becoming a king. Although it's a little outdated now, the agent of the year climbed up in Huanhai and can more or less take care of it. Moreover, although there are few songs a year, the quality of the first songs is extremely high, and it has won some fame for Huanhai.

So his status is actually a bit transcendent.

On the other hand, Xuanxuan, her album was overtaken by an unfamous singer, and now she is on the cusp of the storm, so she has leisure time and also has the meaning of avoiding the limelight.

So by chance, the two came to Xuande like this, intending to meet that very powerful young creator.

After getting out of the car in Xuande, Yang Haitao matched the address, determined where the other party lived, and then also opened a room.

Since it's a visit to ask for songs, you can't rush to the door.

Rushing to the door is disrespectful to others.

Xuande Town is famous for its antique color, so it is rare to see modern high-rise buildings here, and most of them are antique buildings. Of course, the interior facilities are still modern, such as air conditioning and the like. It's just that the appearance is very antique.

The hotel where Qi Jie settled is a tower-shaped five-story inn-style building, with only one road at the entrance to the main road, the others are side roads, and then there is a promenade.

The light rain is sparse and sparse.

After Yang Haitao opened the room, he put down his luggage, and the door rang.

When he opened the door, it turned out that Xuanxuan wanted to find someone to eat with him, and he happened to be hungry, so he nodded and went out together.

Although he said that he was not interested in this delicate woman like this, he still had to do it in terms of face when he came together.

"By the way, I'm quite wondering, if you want to sing, you can just make a phone call, why do you have to come here in person."

Outside the hall door, Xuanxuan suddenly asked this.

"What's wrong?"

"Of course!"

Xuanxuan pouted and said: "It's easy for you to give that person a feeling of "I'm a cow 13", and when the time comes, you will definitely increase the price to death, I have seen a lot of this kind of person!" ”

Yang Haitao smiled and looked up at the silver thread-like flow of water flowing from the ash bricks and tiles.

It's rainy season, and it's Mayday.

During this season, the sun is rarely seen in some places for several months.

"Ask you!"

"Add it."

"You're not stupid!"

"It's hard to buy a thousand dollars, I'm willing."

Yang Haitao walked into the rain with a smile, and then strode along the corridor.

Xuanxuan looked at the unlucky weather, saw the other party walking away, stomped her feet, and then rushed into the rain curtain as well.

The hotel is equipped with a place to eat and is located not far from the main building, which is less than five meters apart.

It's not like an ordinary hotel, but it's similar to an ancient inn, with a wide open space on all sides, close to the hotel. Far, you can incorporate the antique Xuande into the bottom of your eyes.

Xuande's most famous food is still "crab soup bun", crab meat is filling, poured into the crab's delicious juice soup, Peel is as thin as paper, cooked noodles are made, gently bite, hot fresh and fragrant juice gushes out, circulates between the tongue and teeth, sucks a mouthful to make people's eyes shine, and then eats the whole bun, which is cool and fragrant!

After Xuanxuan ate two, she frowned sadly at the rest of the crab soup dumplings, women love beauty, and artists have stricter food control, in comparison, male artists are still much better.

Yang Haitao swallowed his crab soup bun into his stomach in three or five clicks.

Xuanxuan snorted fiercely, and then angrily pushed the plate with the crab soup bun aside.

The sound of rain poured down the eaves, and the gray clouds moved slowly, and occasionally a bolt of lightning scurried between the clouds.

Thinking of his wife's angry roar, which made him cheer up again, Yang Haitao couldn't help but sigh.

"Why are you sighing?"

"Worried, annoying!"

"Oh, I see, are you afraid that the album won't sell well? It's okay, you're in a better state than a newcomer who just debuted, as long as you can reach an average level of sales, just like me, the last album didn't sell well, just work the next album. ”

When she said this, the mouth and eyes on Xuanxuan's beautiful face were smiling.

With the disdain for Yang Haitao's song, with the ridicule of not being optimistic about the album's sales, and with the distrust of the creator.

Therefore, the meaning of human laughter is complex.

Yang Haitao hooked the corners of his lips.

The bird knows the ambition of the bird.

Yang Haitao wants to make the upcoming album into a high-quality album, but there is still a lack of a high-quality album, and only a high-quality song can be regarded as a high-quality album!

He vaguely felt that the one on Weibo was, but he didn't dare to confirm it without seeing the lyrics of the song.

He has asked a few lyricists to fill in the lyrics of this music, but he is not satisfied, and he feels that something is missing.

What exactly? He didn't know either, so Yang Haitao wanted to find the answer from the original author.

Retracting his gaze from the rain, Xuanxuan, who was sitting opposite, was still chattering and expressing his theories, while Yang Haitao was eating other meals with chopsticks, although there was no crab soup bun, but other dishes were also very good.

“…… By the way, I heard that the recording studio around the sea is very high, and I have always felt that it is the problem of the recording studio that causes my songs to not be fully played, can I use your recording studio next time? ”

"As long as your broker agrees, I don't think it's a big problem."

"Well, if I think about it again, it shouldn't be a big problem."

"What do you think this person is like this time? Recently, I've heard that a lot of people are stealing other people's original works and publishing them themselves, do you think we will encounter such a thing this time? ”

Yang Haitao smiled but did not speak.

He didn't want to waste his tongue on this kind of thing, and at the same time thought to himself, it was not an empty rumor that the industry said that this Xuanxuan was a big mouth.

"By the way, you said which song is the title song of the album you plan to promote, or you let me listen to it too, and I can give you ......"

Just then, a familiar music came.

The notes of the music seemed to be his wife, holding an umbrella in the rain, and he was the same young man from before, shouting from behind, and his wife turned her head and smiled gently.

Yang Haitao paused, turned his head involuntarily, and looked in the direction where the music came from.

It was drizzling.

Under the rain screen.

window.

A slender figure leaned against the side of the bed, holding a large guitar......