world number one pianist

Chapter 19 Creating a Musician Account

After an unknown amount of time, He Shen walked out of the recording studio, feeling a little dazed for a while, not knowing what time it is.

There is no natural light in the entire recording studio, except for a clock on the console outside.

If you work non-stop in the recording room, relying on the constant light, you can completely forget the passage of time.

He Shen pushed open the door of the two-story recording studio, walked out to the console, glanced at Wang Pei who was about to fall asleep, and shook his head.

The clock on the side of the console showed that it was past one o'clock in the morning, and I played from six o'clock in the afternoon to one o'clock in the morning, and it took me seven hours to barely complete the recording.

Moreover, there are still a few subtle problems in my own recording, and it has not been completely perfect. If I want to achieve perfection, I may need to practice for another week or so.

By that time, it may be possible to fully absorb Chopin's memory and use it for his own use.

He Shen patted Wang Pei who had started to snore, and whispered.

"It's done, we can go."

"Huh? Finished? Finished what? Dinner?"

Wang Pei woke up from the dream in a daze, and found that He Shen was standing beside him, he couldn't help but shivered, his brain only remembered what happened before, and he couldn't help scratching his head.

"The recording is finished? So what time is it?"

"One o'clock." He Shen pointed to the clock beside him.

"a little???"

Wang Pei was stunned for a moment, and immediately jumped up from the chair, quickly opened the door of the recording studio, and rushed outside. After a few minutes, he came back with his mobile phone and exhaled slowly.

"It's okay, no one is looking for me, and the front desk didn't lock the door."

After all, he walked to the side of the console, looked at the audio on it curiously, pointed to it and asked.

"Is this your pinnacle work?"

"It's not considered a pinnacle work. It may take a few days to get it completely perfect." He Shen shook his head lightly, with a bit of regret in his tone.

"Oh, this is not bad, don't be discouraged, it will take a long time."

Wang Pei cheerfully comforted He Shen, then reached out to turn on the audio on the console, and a voice that almost shook his heart came out from the player.

This voice is many times better than the first version he heard before.

The first ballad, the second ballad, and the fourth ballad. After all four ballads were played, Wang Pei couldn't help swallowing, wishing to travel back a few minutes and give himself a slap.

Let you comfort, huh?What are you doing, a scumbag, to comfort others?
What people say is not perfect means that he only got 99 points in the test and did not get 100 points in the test, while your imperfection is 59 points, which is one point short of passing.

He looked at He Shen's face, gritted his teeth, and questioned, "This... is what you said is not perfect?"

"Well, at the eighth bar of my second ballade No. 70, the emotional narrative fluctuated a little. This flaw is obvious, didn't you hear it?"

"Who can hear this stuff!"

Wang Pei couldn't complain, he saved the audio file, then exported it to the desktop, and asked He Shen.

"What should I do with this audio? Is it sent to you directly? Or uploaded to the Internet? Or some other processing method?"

"Whatever, it's not perfect, you can do whatever you want."

He Shen was not interested in this, and it didn't matter how he dealt with this kind of recording that hadn't reached perfection, just like the previous recording for Zhao Zitong, He Shen didn't care at all.

Only those recordings that he thought were truly perfect would care a little bit.

Wang Pei seemed to have liked He Shen's tone for a long time. He quickly logged into a music software called "Musician" and registered an account for He Shen, a registered musician account that he is familiar with.

Skip the musician's information registration first, directly throw the audio into it, and clap your hands after confirming that the upload is successful.

"Okay, I've put your audio on the Internet. If you look for problems later, you can go directly to your own account to find them."

"?"

The corner of He Shen's mouth twitched. Although he didn't care what other people did with the discarded recording materials he didn't use, it always felt weird to post the recording materials on the Internet directly in front of him like this.

However, no matter what, his primary goal now is to record a perfect version, not these trivial things.

Thinking of this, He Shen asked Wang Pei.

"After using the recording studio for so long, how much do I need to give you?"

Wang Pei didn't even look at it, so he said casually, "Give me 200 yuan."

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome, treat me to a meal later, and then call the other people from that year together."

"Ah."

He Shen took out 200 yuan from his pocket and put it on the table. This 200 yuan was definitely a friendly price, even just for fun.

The relationship between the two of them was very good, and Wang Pei knew very well that He Shen didn't like to owe favors to others, especially the favors owed to others, so Wang Pei casually gave him a jump-off price of 200 yuan.

He Shen was naturally aware of this matter and did not expose it.

After all, if he really followed the market price, all his school money today, even tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow would be spent here.

This recording studio is considered a medium-sized one. Normally, it costs about 400 yuan an hour. For his recording, it takes seven hours...

These seven hours have not been completely recorded. Maybe the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I will continue to come over to record. At that time, the money I give Zhao Zitong for class every day is not enough to record a piece of work by myself.

He Shen looked at the last two red bills left in his wallet, sighed, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't taken the money for today's class, and he really had no idea about the money...

I really envy someone like Wang Pei who is economically minded, who directly became the president of a piano store right after graduation.

Wang Pei didn't know what was going on in He Shen's mind at this moment. He didn't even look at the 200 yuan on the table, but sat in front of the computer, fiddling with the computer non-stop.

He clicked back and forth on the newly registered musician, and suddenly asked.

"By the way, have you thought about the name of your musician?"

"It's all right."

"Hey, you don't have any pursuits at all. Knowing a good name is the cornerstone of a successful musician. Let me think about it..."

Wang Pei stroked his chin and asked suddenly.

"Why don't we just call it He Shen's piano classroom?"

"..."

He Shen looked at Wang Pei who was more excited than himself, couldn't bear to interrupt his enthusiasm, sighed, and nodded.

"Okay, as long as you're happy."

"Of course, I'm a genius at naming names! He Shen's piano classroom is clear and easy to understand. You can tell at a glance that he plays the piano."

Wang Pei finished everything quickly, tore off a piece of paper from the edge of the workbench, wrote a large string of characters on it, and handed it to He Shen.

"No, this is your account password, it doesn't matter if you lose it, I still have a backup here, okay, okay, hurry up, I'll go to bed first, Ma De, I never slept so late when I was in school. "

Wang Pei yawned, pushed He Shen out, pushed him outside the piano store, waved to him, locked the door of the piano store, and yawned, turned off all the lights of the piano store. disappeared into the dark.

He Shen looked at the account password in his hand, smiled helplessly, put it in his pocket, and walked unsteadily towards home.

It's getting late now, he also needs to go to bed early, and he has to teach that little kid tomorrow.

I hope that little boy can save himself some trouble.

(End of this chapter)