Tuesdays are closed for florists.

Mu Xiaoxian doesn't have to go to work today, and she can earn merit all day. The first thing to do is to send the new songs that have been written in the past few days to the band members, and try to convince them to accept the new music genre.

As a junior ghost, Ali didn't come with him because his yin qi was not strong, so he didn't follow him.

Mu Xiaoxian came to KM Entertainment Company alone and worked on a certain floor of a commercial building.

Although the band was abandoned by the company, the members still insisted on practicing at the company every day. Mu Xiaoxian successfully entered the company as a fan, inquired all the way, and found the band's practice room.

I was about to knock on the door when I heard a conversation inside.

"How many times have I said it, you either transform or terminate the contract, and come to occupy the practice room every day to waste the company's resources, and the boss has already asked me to drive you away."

It was the voice of a middle-aged man.

No response.

The man continued: "Think about it, within a week, you can either agree to make pop music, or you will terminate the contract with the company." ”

After speaking, he turned around, pulled open the door of the practice room, and saw a stunning girl in a white dress standing at the door, he was stunned for a moment, but left.

When the door was about to close, Mu Xiaoxian opened the door with one hand and walked in with a faint and cold face. "Hello, I'm your fan."

The four members of the band looked at the door in unison.

Fans?

Whose fans are so calm and indifferent when they come to see their idols, they look like a cold and arrogant queen. Although this band is not well-known, there are still a few fans who take advantage of it, and every fan is excited to exclaim when they see them, and they jump happily to say hello, without supporting a dead fish face.

Although the girl in the white dress was beautiful, she was lying - the team thought.

Mu Xiaoxian first took a closer look at them one by one. There are drummers, keyboardists, guitarists and bassists, all sitting in front of the instruments, looking decent, and dressed normally, but when they think of their songs, Mu Xiaoxian feels cold in his sweat pores.

Then there is the view of their faces and the light of the Holy Light to judge their fortunes. These people are not destined to do much, if there is no dead Ali, I am afraid that their music path will be interrupted, and they will go home to live an ordinary life, and never mention music again.

Fortunately, they have a good brother, even if they end their lives, they are still worried about them, and they are more willing to give the talent spirit core of this life in exchange for the fortune of their brothers.

So, a few of them, it's going to be transferred.

"Little sister, did you go to the wrong room?" The drummer pointed to the practice room next to him with a drum stick, "Little fresh meat is over there." ”

"Oh." Mu Xiaoxian reacted at this time, and he may not behave much like a fan.

But there is no way, she has never chased stars, has no experience, and she really can't learn what the crazy fans on TV look like. Before I came, I thought about it, and persuaded them to transform with a straight knife, telling the truth, the words may be a little ugly, but the good medicine is good for the disease, and the advice is good for the ears.

Mu Xiaoxian tried hard to adjust her facial expression, and barely squeezed out a little smile, "That's right, I'm your fan, and I just fell in love with you." ”

Without idleness, Mu Xiaoxian turned around and closed the door of the practice room tightly, and then walked in front of a few people.

She took out a few pieces of white paper from her crossbody bag, held them in her hand, and said, "This is a new song I wrote for your band, you go and talk to the company, and send this single out first." ”

She didn't forget to add: "In the past, your songs were so ugly that you had to change your style." ”