happy life of stars

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Qin Shu smiled and said: "Sister, I have a solution, just wait and see."

Seeing his confident face, Sun Li was skeptical, so she believed it.

Changing the subject: "Do you still remember what I told you about filming a TV series?"

"remember."

"This is an urban idol drama. I think it suits you very well. Although it is only the male number 4, there are still many roles. You are still young and take your time."

"Sister, thank you, as long as you have a part in the scene, I'm not picky, when will the filming start?"

"There is still about one month left, and then you will be allowed to try out the show, and if you perform normally, there will be basically no problem."

After a pause, Sun Li continued: "Their crew will shoot in Australia first, and there is an international film festival in Australia during that time, you can also go and see it."

"Can I go without a work?"

"It's okay to be an audience, it's good for you to see more." Sun Li wanted him to see the world.

"Let's talk about it at that time. I'll watch it when I have time." It doesn't matter whether Qin Shu goes or not.

"Okay, you decide for yourself....Here, right here."

During the chat, they had already arrived at the recording location, parked the car, and Sun Li took Qin Shu into the recording studio, where a bearded man in his 50s was sitting.

After introducing each other, Qin Shu learned that the bearded man's name is Zhang Zhenguo, a well-known tuner in the music circle.

Sun Li asked him for help, so Qin Shu could come directly to record.

"Let's not gossip, did you bring anything?" Zhang Zhenguo asked Qin Shu.

"Bring it."

Qin Shu handed him a USB flash drive, which contained lyrics, sheet music, and the music he composed for two songs, which was actually a drawing from a gourd.

Zhang Zhenguo plugged in the USB flash drive and listened, frowning slightly.

"Did you do it yourself on the computer?"

"Correct."

"The music is good, but the sound quality is too bad, not up to the recording level, wait a minute."

Zhang Zhenguo helped him fine-tune with professional equipment.

In less than 20 minutes, it is completely different to play it again. It is much more comfortable to listen to. The previous song is like an ice cube made of turbid water, but the current song is like an ice cube made of pure water. Noisy, very clean.

"Okay, let's record "Just One Time" first."

"Oh well."

Qin Shu walked in obediently, he was not at the same level as the bearded man in terms of tuning technology.

"Ready to start anytime."

The sound insulation effect of the recording studio is very good, equipped with special small speakers.

Qin Shu nodded slightly, took a deep breath to calm his mind, and adjusted his state to the best.

Get ready and sing:

I want to see you smile, I want to fight with you, I want to hold you in my arms

One moment they were arguing with red faces, and the next moment they turned around and made up

I'm not afraid of you crying, I'm not afraid of your screaming, because you are my pride

A pair of eyes chasing you running around, a heart is already ready

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Just once, I'll take you to see the end of time

Laughing on a sunny day

Noisy in the free air

do you know my only want

...............

just once...

Qin Shu had a good voice, his words were clear and mellow, and he was full of emotion.

After the recording, Zhang Zhenguo said: "The singing is very good. Although it is lacking in technique, it is more real and has little influence.... Sing it again, maybe it will be better."

Afterwards, Qin Shu sang it again, and the effect was similar to before, or slightly better.

"The first song is ready, do you need a break?"

"No, I'm fine now."

"Okay, the recording of the second song "Tomorrow Will Be Better" has started, and I will sing it myself when I am ready."

Qin Shu nodded slightly, adjusted his state slightly, and began to sing:

Gently wake up the sleeping heart, slowly open your eyes

Look at the busy world, is it still spinning around alone

.........

The white snow on Yushan Mountain burns the heart of the young man.

Let the true feelings melt into notes, and pour out the distant blessings.

Sing your passion, stretch out your hands, let me embrace your dreams, let me have your true face.

Let our smiles be filled with youthful pride