"Little man, contribute your iPad. ”

Turn on GarageBand on the iPad, connect to Xiaobai Uetani's electric steel, and directly record the main theme and accompaniment first.

Gu Xiaobai, who has no dreams, directly C major, four or four beats, how simple and how to come, anyway, Gu Xiaobai's vocal range does not need to be transposed at all.

The BMP (Tempo) title song is set at 110, and the chorus is slowed down to 85.

When playing, he also improvised a prelude, interlude, and passage before and after...... Gu Xiaobai completely relied on his own instinct to feel the notes on the keyboard casually.

But Gu Xiaobai's ability to improvise may be much stronger than his ability to write melodies, and the prelude, interlude, passage, etc. are not inferior at all.

Once you have the basic accompaniment, the rest is good to go step by step.

"I'll go to Brother Yao to borrow a capacitor microphone. ”

If you record a song, the sensitivity of the moving coil microphone is not good after all, and you still need a capacitive microphone.

Zhou Xianting turned around, since he borrowed the ukulele from Fu Wenyao last time, Zhou Xianting seemed to treat Fu Wenyao as an equipment warehouse manager, anyway, he had everything.

After a while, the microphone was borrowed, and a lively Yao Ge'er was also brought.

Set up the wheat rack, connect the microphone and the adapter interface, the bedroom is very quiet, and then close the door, everyone holds their breath, Zhou Xianting tried the microphone, and by the way, swept a section with ukulele, and added it to the arrangement casually.

"The microphone is fine, Xiaobai can sing. ”

Gu Xiaobai groaned: "Should I be anonymous?"

"Anonymous? Why ......"

"Look at the reaction to this song. Gu Xiaobai said.

If you know that Gu Xiaobai sang it, how can everyone's evaluation of this song be objective.

It has long been torn apart.

Although Gu Xiaobai wants to complete the task, he also doesn't like to cheat.

Moreover, he was afraid of trouble.

"Yes...... a few people nodded, and then wondered: "Xiaobai, didn't you write the first song yourself because you haven't sung recently?"

Gu Xiaobai rolled his eyes, of course not, I don't have time to read books, but I come to write songs, is it painful to be idle?

There are so many good works waiting for me to cover them, okay?

If it weren't for the completion of the mission, the ghost would have come to write the song!

"It's useless for you to be anonymous, don't you hear it when you sing?" Gu Xiaobai's timbre is too recognizable.

"Then you can't use the usual timbre ......" Gu Xiaobai took a few breaths in his chest and abdomen, made a few sounds, adjusted his voice, and covered up his usual timbre.

"Xiaobai, do you know how to smoke? It seems to be popular on the Internet. Listening to Gu Xiaobai's adjusted voice, Wang Haixia asked.

"Smoke?" Gu Xiaobai said, "I can't sing too much and destroy my vocal cords, but it's okay to try." ”

Gu Xiaobai tried a few words, the bubble sound was mixed with the semi-closed vocal cords, and he found the feeling of the so-called smoke voice that leaked, listening to the low and hoarse and unstable voice made by Gu Xiaobai, Wang Haixia nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, this is the sound." ”

A few people in the dormitory looked at each other and snickered.

This kind of timbre, and Gu Xiaobai's way of singing on weekdays, are really two extremes.

It's very online, it's very popular, it's very tiktok.

I definitely can't hear that this song is sung by Xiaobai.

When this song is really popular, when everyone knows that this song is sung by Gu Xiaobai, what will be the expression?

It's fun to think about.

Of course, this song has to be popular first.

adjusted their voices, and when the recording began, everyone shrank aside, blocked the door, and cleared the corridor so that no one could affect Gu Xiaobai's singing.

Gu Xiaobai doesn't like smoking, and feels that it is really monotonous and boring, and has no skills.

When he sings, he changes slightly, adding a little variation and layering between the bubble sound and the degree of air leakage.

In an instant, it was like a mud Buddha gilded, and it became high-end.

Over and over again.

After listening to it again, everyone felt that there was something missing.

"The chorus is less conflicting, Xiaobai, will you be playful?" asked gold medal arranger Wang Haixia.

"What is the play?" Gu Xiaobai didn't understand.

"That's it. Wang Haixia casually found some ancient style of drama from the Internet and let Gu Xiaobai listen to it.

So Gu Xiaobai's voice + drama + key was raised, and he sang the chorus again.

That kind of wandering around the world with a little bit of loneliness came out all of a sudden.

"Not bad...... I feel it!"

"It feels better than all the ancient music I usually listen to!"

"I'd love to see their faces when they hear this song......"

"Hahahaha...... How can I have the feeling that I am behind the scenes, an evil villain!"

Several people in dormitory 306 were inexplicably excited.

Come and see the lively Fu Wenyao: "......"

His expression was helpless.

His heart was broken.

His fists were clenched.

Xiaobai, please have some dreams, okay!

Please write some high-quality songs, okay?

This kind of songwriting method with no dreams, no feelings, and no skills, the songs written are good, but they are too mediocre!

It's just lowering the level of musicians at our Dongyuan University!

However, why does Xiaobai feel much more high-end when he sings?

It's so annoying to have a high-end voice that sings everything well!

"What does it feel like is missing?" gold medal arranger Wang Haixia continued to pinch his chin, pinching once, and a poisonous trick came out, "Ancient style music, it's all piano, ukulele soundtrack, where can it work, you have to use some national instruments, Xiaobai, flute for a while." ”

Gu Xiaobai took out the flute, thought for a while, and played it directly, inserting a melodious flute song in the middle.

The arrangement is suddenly much fuller, and it is also much more Chinese.

Especially under the impact of several air currents, the unstable sound emitted by the sudden change of pitch is like a hidden weapon breaking through the air, swords colliding, full of murderous and chivalrous spirit.

The meaning of the rivers and lakes came out all at once.

"Hmm...... There's something missing, I'll take a pipa. Zhou Xianting said.

"You can still play the pipa?" Wang Haixia glared.

"I ...... Of course not. Zhou Xianting said, "But the ipad will......"

He opened the instrument interface of GarageBand, found the pipa, played a few paragraphs directly, chose a paragraph that felt good, and added it to the position of "Biased Bai Yu sits on the golden saddle and watches him feast at the end of the monarchy" in the chorus.

It feels pretty good, it feels like an arrow feather.

A few people casually added and subtracted from the arrangement, and after listening to it a few times, they felt that it was almost the same.

Gu Xiaobai readjusted and replayed the piano accompaniment with the newly added instruments and his own singing voice.

In the end, a suitable virtual drummer was selected and matched with the drum beat.

I went through it from start to finish.

From writing to recording, it was less than an hour.

"We really wrote this song?" Wang Haixia, who was just a poison plan and a little sister from beginning to end, looked incredulous.

Several other people also looked at each other.

Good!

It's really good!

It turns out that if you want a good song, it's as simple as that......

We are awesome! Kudos to yourself!

Brother Yao silently tugged on his capacitive microphone and walked away with the ukulele, lonely and lonely like an old mother who had been kicked out of the house......

The pride and persistence of the musicians at Dongyuan University are gone!

Once you're done recording, it's time to upload.

"Where is the transmission?" Zhou Xianting asked.

Zhao Mo silently opened his mobile phone and showed a page, and the "Yuncun Music 'Light Wheel Project' Original Singer Competition" appeared in front of them.

"If you are anonymous, you can't use Xiaobai's ID card, Xiaoxiazi, use yours. ”

"What are you doing with me? I'm also a celebrity, with Zhao Mo's, he has no sense of existence, and others will subconsciously ignore him!"

"That's right, then Zhao Mo uploaded. ”

Zhao Mo uploaded it silently, and then pointed his finger at the name of the musician and the location of the introduction.

"What's the name?"

"Put our names in it!"

"Chivalrous Bai Mo!" Wang Haixia said.

"Why isn't it Tingxia Bai Mo. Zhou Xianting was unhappy.

"You have to put Xiaobai in front, after all, it's Xiaobai who writes. ”

Gu Xiaobai rolled his eyes, did I just start writing? Am I good at lyrics and singing? Do you have to come to rub it...... Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you.

"Moreover, Xiaobai said that we want to be anonymous, and our names can't be too conspicuous. ”

Thereupon...... In the end, it became...... White ink listens to the glow.

"Musician: Bai Mo Tingxia. ”

"The musician introduced: A teenager who has no dreams, eats and waits for death. ”

Track: "Youth Walk". ”

"Genre: Chinese style, ancient style. ”

"upload!uploading......"

"Thank you for joining the Lightwheel program, please wait for the review. ”

By the end of the evening, it had been approved and there were three comments.

(Note 1: There are a lot of dry goods in these chapters, I don't know if I can understand it, in fact, in the songwriting song, the lyrics and melodies are the least technically demanding, because sometimes people who don't understand music theory can write good songs.) Orchestration, arrangement, mixing, etc., are the technical jobs...... At present, this song can only be regarded as a demo level, and the plot needs to be simplified here. Of course, the quality of online songs is not high.

Note 2: Xiaobai's music theory and instrument proficiency are a great help when writing songs, which is impossible for ordinary people to do...... Seeing this, I think I can do it, please die to become a musician, or obediently go to practice!

Note 3: Uncle Ha, who hasn't practiced the piano for almost a month, obediently got out. ）

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