mijobooks Chapter 005 The Guest Steals the Show
Chapter 005 The Guest Steals the Show
Yang Du pushed open the dormitory door, threw his shoulder bag onto the bed, and pulled out a chair to sit down.
Turn on the computer, open Word, and get to work.
"Commander, you're back?" Liu Ji, the roommate diagonally opposite, looked up from a thick book of military strategy.
Zhou Feng, who was playing a game, took off one of his headphones and turned to ask, "Commander, how did the meeting with Jinshi Music go this morning? What did the company say about your arrangement? They didn't give you any trouble, did they?"
Yang Du's fingers flew across the keyboard without turning his head: "It went quite smoothly; I secured the producer position."
"Holy crap!"
"Awesome, bro!"
"You actually managed to take the producer position, the single producer for Kingstone Music!?" Zhou Feng stared wide-eyed at Yang Du's back as if he were a monster.
That's Kingstone Music, one of the three giants in the industry.
He had previously said that Yang Du's arrangement was absolutely fine, partly because he genuinely thought that version of the arrangement was good, and partly out of a desire to reassure others.
To everyone's surprise, Yang Du actually managed to get things done.
A third-year university student selling copyrights is already incredibly lucky, let alone directly becoming a producer?
If this gets out, it will cause an earthquake not only in the composition department, but throughout the entire Beijing Conservatory of Music!
"Um."
Zhou Feng and Liu Ji looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Jill, do you think this kid's gone crazy with joy, writing his acceptance speech?" Zhou Feng whispered.
"Let's go take a look."
The two tiptoed behind Yang Du and peered at the computer screen.
The two of them only glanced at each other, and their expressions instantly twisted, their features almost squeezing together.
"I changed myself for love, from a career woman to the perfect wife, but he was having an affair: She's not as good as you, but she helped me regain my dignity as a husband!"
This……
This is definitely the "soulmate style"!
You've been typing away so much your keyboard is practically smoking, and this is what you're doing?
Zhou Feng swallowed hard and exchanged a glance with Liu Ji.
The two of them tacitly and stealthily retreated to their respective positions.
"The governor..." Liu Ji sent a message to Zhou Feng on WeChat.
"It's definitely because of too much pressure," Zhou Feng replied instantly. "I stayed up all night working on the arrangement until after 1 a.m. last night, and even posted a melodramatic love triangle story on Weibo."
"Although we secured the producer today, he must have been tormented by the investors to no end; he's practically driven mad."
"Ah, capitalism, it really turns people into monsters!"
At this moment, Yang Du was full of energy.
Who would have thought that Sister Hong, this shrewd and capable agent, was actually a hidden master of emotions, providing Yang Du with a constant stream of inspiration.
This is what we mean by art originating from life but transcending it.
Yang Du wrote several thousand words in one go.
Looking at the word count of over 4000 in the lower left corner of Word, he exclaimed in disbelief:
"Yang Du, oh Yang Du, how come you're so skilled at this!"
"Could it be that I actually have a talent in this area, which is why the Emotional Literature Master System was activated?"
Copy the text, open Weibo, and click post!
There was not the slightest hesitation in his movements.
In those viral short videos from my past life, interviewees were willing to run naked for 100 million yuan, and some even volunteered to run ten laps because they were afraid they wouldn't feel at ease receiving the money.
It's just publishing emotional articles, no big deal.
"—Task Evaluation: Heart-stirring!"
"—Reward coefficient: 100%!"
"—Mission Reward: 1000 Mixing Experience Points!"
"—Congratulations, host, your mixing skill has been upgraded from intermediate to advanced (1500/10000)."
……
The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning.
Jinshi Music, Recording Studio No. 2.
With the company's top management unanimously optimistic about the song "Flammable and Explosive" and eager to capitalize on Tao Cheng's rising popularity to release a single, all work is proceeding at breakneck speed.
By this time, most of the staff in the recording studio had arrived.
In the rest area, recording engineer Lao Li was holding a thermos, while several musicians responsible for instrumental recording were chatting on the sofa.
"I heard the producer coming up is a 21-year-old college junior," a long-haired man holding a guitar said sourly, his fingers casually strumming the strings.
"That's right, a top student from Beijing Conservatory of Music."
"amazing."
Guitarist Lao Bai curled his lip and couldn't help but say, "Tch, only 21 years old, does he even know how to operate in a recording studio? Don't let him end up not even knowing how to use the equipment and having Lao Li teach him step by step."
Back then, weren't all of them formally trained graduates from music academies?
Their majors are perfectly matched, and they are all top performers in their respective fields.
But let alone making it in the entertainment industry, even though he's middle-aged and, to put it nicely, is a regular musician for the three major record labels, he's really just a studio worker, making a living behind the scenes.
There is no harm without comparison.
Jealousy, like weeds growing in the cracks of bricks and tiles in spring, sprouted and grew in the hearts of several men.
"Alright, alright, that's enough." Old Li picked up the stack of printed sheet music on the table. "Although he's young, this sheet music... is truly impressive. You can't deny it. Look at the signatures for yourselves."
Upon hearing this, the musicians fell silent.
Lyrics by Yang Du.
Composer: Yang Du.
Arranged by Yang Du.
Producer: Yang Du.
"Awesome!" The guy on bass next to him praised sincerely. He was a graduate of the Beijing Conservatory of Music and naturally had a good impression of this junior he had not yet met.
He joked, "If you could write a score like this and compose a piece like this, you might be the producer today."
The guitarist choked for a moment, then muttered, "Writing well is one thing, being a good producer is another."
Recording studios are always places where experience is highly valued.
Recording and mixing not only require daily, tedious operation to become familiar with various hardware devices, but also require years of practical experience.
Therefore, in this circle, age often represents seniority and influence.
But music is a profession that relies heavily on talent.
A musician who has toiled for ten years may not be as successful as a young genius in his early twenties who has a flash of inspiration.
This clash of experience and talent always evokes a complex feeling in veterans in the recording studio when they encounter up-and-coming talents.
It contained both condescending disdain and a hint of envy and jealousy that were hard to define.
Just then, the soundproof door to the recording studio was pushed open.
The first person to enter was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie. Lao Li and the others knew that he was one of the senior executives of Kingstone Music, in charge of content and production, named Zhang Shen.
After Zhang Shen pushed open the door, he turned halfway to block it and made a welcoming gesture with a smile.
"President Zhang personally accompanied him? That's quite a big deal." Everyone was surprised.
Immediately afterwards, a boy wearing a casual jacket and carrying a shoulder bag walked in, followed by the familiar manager, Sister Hong.
The eyes of everyone instantly focused on the boy walking in the middle.
too young.
That face still carried the lingering air of a student, making it completely out of place in this recording studio filled with expensive equipment, and even more so with the group of middle-aged men with receding hairlines and greasy faces—they seemed like two different species.
Looking at Yang Du's vibrant energy, the guitarist suddenly felt like the aging snake spirit in "Journey to the West" smelling fresh blood...
Zhang Shen closed the door behind him and said, "Producer Yang, let me introduce you to our team at Jinshi. Teacher Li is our chief recording engineer. This guy with the guitar is Teacher Bai; he's played live for several superstars..."
Then, Zhang Shen solemnly introduced Yang Du to everyone: "Dear teachers, this is Yang Du, the lyricist, composer, arranger, and producer of our single 'Flammable and Explosive'."
"Hello, teachers. I will be relying on your guidance these next few days."
Led by Lao Li and the bassist, several middle-aged men greeted each other politely.
Yang Du didn't waste any words and got straight to work: "Are all the teachers ready? If there are no problems, let's go through the accompaniment first to get a feel for it."
"The guitar goes first."
Old Bai gave an OK sign, walked into the recording studio, casually took off his monitoring headphones and put them on, then adjusted the angle of the microphone.
As expected of a musician who has played live for superstars, his fingerpicking, strumming, and glissando were all handled with great finesse, and his emotional delivery was spot on.
Looking at Lao Bai working hard in the recording studio, Sister Hong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried that Yang Du, a young man, wouldn't be able to control the group of old men in the recording studio and would be tricked and put in a bad way.
Aren't people cooperating quite well now?
Indeed, with Zhang Shen representing the company's senior management and her representing the singer, their presence made their stance very clear.
"Stop for a moment." Suddenly, Yang Du pressed the intercom button, and his voice came into the recording studio.
"What's wrong, Producer Yang? Did you arrive early?"
"No, technically it's impeccable, but it's too full. We need to leave some space for the vocals, to create some pauses. Mr. Bai, please tone it down a bit when you play later."
The sound engineer glanced silently at Lao Bai, knowing he was resentful. He had gone all out just now; someone less experienced might have gotten away with it.
However, in this version, the guitar part is too prominent, which risks overshadowing the vocals. When the master tape is released, it will be hard to say whether the guitar accompanies the vocals or the vocals accompany the guitar.
"My bad, I'm so sorry, Producer Yang." Old Bai's little scheme was exposed in public, and his face turned red with embarrassment. He quickly said, "I really got carried away just now and couldn't stop. I'll adjust myself and make sure I complete the task."