Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

An Feng was relatively lucky, after all, he had been sent to Europe on a government scholarship to see Hatter's live performance. When Geng Rong saw it for the first time, he stared at the stage with his mouth wide open and his eyes as big as bells.

It is probably because he took his identity as a director into consideration, otherwise he would have been swearing now.

Watching Bian Lang playing and performing, Feimos followed suit in real time and sang: "Say your prayers little one..."

After the song was over, several people started "arguing" on the stage.

Bob: "Fimos, Dili has short hair, so only we can get rid of it, can you?"

Di Li: "I have no problem playing while kneeling, but I think the bassist should be more expressive..."

Phomos: "Wave, I really shouldn't have asked you to come up and give us some advice! But you are more of a metal player than us..."

Bian Lang patted him on the shoulder and thought to himself, "If you really had the chance to see Metallica live, that would be awesome!"

Thinking of this, Lang remembered something. After saying hello to the people from Hatter, he went off the stage to find Qi Yue.

After this series of cooperation, Qi Yue has become the stage manager of the Rolling Stones. At this moment, she is coordinating things with the lighting team. Seeing Bian Lang coming, the leader of the lighting team quickly ended the topic and left with the work.

"What's the matter? If you're really that worried, why don't you stay here with us all night?"

Facing Qi Yue's teasing, Bian Lang shook his head and laughed, "How can I help except to cause trouble? By the way, the pyrotechnicians must be well implemented, and don't make it like those idiot teams..."

Qi Yue wanted to say something to refute, but when she thought about the joke that happened on this field two months ago, she lost her temper: "Don't worry, the fireworks will definitely not go off before the encore song is sung."

"I heard someone say that those people don't care about any changes on the spot, they only care about the death time determined before..."

This is what Qi Yue fears the most. He is afraid that he will promise something verbally, but when something goes wrong, he will blame it on the people below.

A compilation concert was held in this venue two months ago. At the end, the female singer from Hong Kong sang for the first time in Spring City. The fans in the audience were so excited that the voices for the encore were so loud that the female singer also felt that an encore was necessary.

But at this moment, the planned low-altitude fireworks were launched on time. Under the sound of the fireworks exploding, an encore was impossible.

The female singer felt that she was being played, so she said good night and left the stage. Then the fans at the scene, whose wishes were about to come true but were once again shattered, cursed the organizers and made them a hot topic. And because Chuncheng has performed less in recent years, these fans also cursed the city.

Bian Lang was afraid of that kind of situation!

"Don't worry, I'll find someone to look into this matter. They have a fireworks contract worth hundreds of thousands of dollars a year with the Dianhai Group. If they are wrong about such a small thing, then..."

Anyway, Bian Lang just thinks that the atmosphere on the scene should be better and the fans should be happier!

After explaining the situation here, Bian Lang returned to the stage and was caught by Geng Rong again.

Judging from his excited expression, he probably hasn't recovered from the excitement just now: "Bian Lang, I think after this is over, I should consider making a rock-themed movie!"

Bian Lang certainly supported this idea. Although he felt that a martial arts director might not be able to perform well in this genre, a line of words appeared in his mind involuntarily: "Bohemian Rhapsody!"

"Okay, Director Geng, if you need any help, just tell me!"

Just as Bian Lang finished speaking, Geng Rong chuckled and said, "Well, I won't be polite. I will use you as the prototype when the time comes..."

"No! Director Geng, I think biopics are only made for those who have already ascended to heaven. It's too early for me! You can't do this..."

Seeing Bian Lang being so easily amused, Geng Rong laughed a little wildly: "Don't be so nervous. I was really shocked after watching the rehearsal today. However, I am not cut out for this kind of film. But I have a friend who should be very interested in this subject. If there is a chance, I would like to introduce him to you..."

"Um……"

Since Director Geng feels that he is not suitable, then this Oscar achievement will have to be accomplished by Qiu Luo in the future.

Of course, before that, Bian Lang had to create the Queen band himself, no matter what form it was in.

……

Hatter's rehearsal didn't last long before it was time to rehearse according to the official performance order.

The first band to perform was Ma Yuan. They also opened the Rolling Stones Festival last year. I wonder if this will become a tradition of the festival in the future.

But this time it was not Bian Lang who played the lead vocals for them, but Di Li.

Looking at the increasingly mature Mayuan poet, Bian Lang said hello to Dayong and went to the mixing console to find Olaf.

After getting the list of tonight's rehearsal and seeing New Pants in the second-to-last position, Bian Lang was still a little worried. But after taking a look at the estimated rehearsal time, he said hello to Olaf and went to Xibiqi's camp to find a folding bed to sleep first.

But I didn’t expect to meet Bian Hai there: “Dad, why are you here?”

"Your sister and her family took Qinqin out to play. Your mother was worried about her and insisted on coming to see me, so she came with me."

Hearing this, Lang asked in confusion: "My sister and brother-in-law don't have to go to work at the same time as ordinary people, so why don't they go out during the peak hours? Isn't it a punishment to go out with Qinqin at this time?"

"Second brother, you really don't know because you don't have children! They have more freedom, but the school holidays follow the country!"

"Oh, so you guys are staying at the villa tonight?"

"Let's see later. If it's not too late, we still want to go back."

If Zhang Qin was there, Bian Lang believed that his parents would have stayed.

"Well, Dayong's family is staying here tonight..."

Before he could finish his words, Bian Hai interrupted him and asked, "Is their kid living here too?"

"yes……"

"Talk to your mom and let her stay here tonight. Chen Wenju is also fun..."

Bian Lang felt a little speechless when he heard this. It seems that the other person’s child has become a toy for you two old people?

But think about it, my parents live in the city, and they are alone at home at night. Now I still have something to do and I won't feel bored, and I will retire in two years.

"I can't think about it anymore. If I keep thinking about it, it will seem like I'm forcing myself to get married or have children!"

But this is also a realistic problem, but Dong Youbian...

"By the way, what are you doing here now?"

"I'm a little worried about the two bands in the final rehearsal. There are still several hours left. I'm going to find a bed here to lie down for a while..."

Hearing this, Bian Hai took out the car keys and handed them to Bian Lang, saying, "Go to sleep in the car. There are so many mosquitoes here. I'll take your mother up on the shuttle bus later."

Bian Lang didn't act any pretentious. He rubbed his eyes which felt like there was some sand in them, and got on the car.

When the phone call woke him up, it was almost four in the morning. He got out of the car, smoked a cigarette and regained his senses before walking towards the stage.

The names of the three stages this year remain unchanged, but from the perspective of scale, there is no need to distinguish between the primary and secondary stages.

The second to last New Pants was on the Yunnan stage, and the last Hatter was on the Rolling Stones stage. Bian Lang had only walked halfway when he heard the sound of tires rubbing against the gravel on the ground.

When I looked back, I was still dazzled by the strong light.

Seeing him raise his hand to block the view, the driver on the electric scooter turned on his low beam and shouted apologetically, "Excuse me, buddy, where are you going? I'll give you a ride!"

Recognizing Zhang Wei's voice, Bian Lang put down his hand and asked, "Where did you get the electric bike?"

Zhang Wei was startled. After recognizing Bian Lang's voice, he quickly rode his bike over and stopped, saying, "Brother Lang, why are you still here so late? It's so tiring to run in and out of such a big venue. I borrowed it from the security guard..."

"You are the best! I'm going to Dian Stage to see Mu Mian and the others..." After saying that, Bian Lang straddled the seat of the motorcycle.

Motorcycles can't ride fast on this gravel road, so Bian Lang asked Zhang Wei, "I heard earlier that you found a girlfriend who likes to listen to rock music. How is it going now?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Wei, who had been yawning, was no longer sleepy: "It's still the same. She applied for a campus agent and the tickets sold quite well this time!"

"If you can apply for campus agency, then you must really love rock music..." Thinking this in his heart, Bian Lang asked again: "How is the record store doing now? Do you want to challenge yourself?"

Bian Lang just said it casually, but he didn't expect Zhang Wei to have no interest at all: "No, I think it's good in the record store. I like to interact with those music fans who come to buy CDs!"

"why?"

"I just like to see their frustrated expressions when they find it troublesome to order online and then can't buy the product when they get to the store."

"You..." Bian Lang didn't know how to evaluate Zhang Wei's mental state. But what's the principle behind those who don't like to book online and have to grab it offline?

“Why don’t they order it online?”

Facing Bian Lang's question, Zhang Wei had obviously prepared the answer long ago: "I asked one or two of them, and they said that since the record store is still there, it would be more interesting to come here to choose and buy. If you order online and then come here to pick it up, what's the difference between that and a courier station..."

The moment he heard these words, Bian Lang felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Although there was a hint of sarcasm in his words, there was nothing wrong with the logic behind them, at least that was how he saw it.

A long time ago, people went to record stores not only to buy records, but also to learn a lot of music knowledge from the owner that they didn't know at all.

When Bian Lang was thirteen or fourteen years old on his original Earth, he stayed in Cang'er City for a while. There was a Qide audio-visual store on the Foreigner Street in the ancient city. Bian Lang remembered that at that time, music lovers from all over the world would bring a large number of discs that were impossible to buy in China to that store.

Then he burned the albums for his boss and sold them to others. It was there that Bian Lang first heard U2, Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones, and Bob Marley's "Buffalo Soldier"...

“I don’t know if that store is still open now? That might be the most ideal state for a record store!” Thinking this in his mind, Bian Lang said to Zhang Wei: “Learn more from your brother Yan when you get the chance. In your current state, you can at best be an executor.

After this is over, I will ask the company to adjust and increase the physical record inventory of the record store. The reservations made tonight to the address in Spring City will not be shipped, so they can come to the store to buy them themselves... By the way, for this music festival booth, try to take out all the inventory. "

If the LAB ecosystem is to be established, it needs to have enough interesting employees and guests to jointly maintain this product, which can be tentatively called a music community. If everyone chooses to be online, it actually goes against the original intention of Rolling Stone LAB, or more broadly, the rock music scene.

The Rolling Stones no longer need to use hunger marketing tactics. What they need is to make fans feel that they are serious about music.

Hearing this, Zhang Wei almost braked hard and sent Bian Lang out of the back seat. Of course, he could understand Bian Lang's idea, but since the day the Rolling Stones started to release records, inventory has always been just a deceptive number, and most of the time it has been maintained in the single digit.

After sending Bian Lang to Yunnan Stage, Zhang Wei rode his electric scooter to continue with his own business.

Bian Lang walked to the bottom of the stage and ran into Tu Ling: "You guys don't have a performance tomorrow, why are you here?"

"Isn't there a reggae band among the ones sent by DGM this time? They're going to perform tomorrow, but there aren't enough volunteers to receive them, so I came here to have some discussions... By the way, they want to sing "Three Little Birds" this time, but..."

Bian Lang didn't find it strange to hear this, but the song had already been decided to be sung by the turtles, so there would be no changes.

But if we want to fully develop Bob Marley's potential and rely on Tu Ling and others to make him popular all over the world, it will probably take some time and be difficult.

If DGM is the right band this time, Bian Lang thinks he can try to export it slowly. After all, for some expressions of cultural background, skin color is also a label and an advantage!

Thinking of this, Bian Lang said to Tu Ling: "If they haven't left yet, let them wait a while. After Mu Mian and the others have finished their performance, I will give them something new. If they can figure it out, I will give them the premiere... You guys should sing "Three Little Birds" by yourselves."

"This……"

"But wait a minute, let me see how they are doing first. Just tell them that they still need to come to me for the song..."

Not long after, Tu Ling brought over the MATZKA band members who had just been packed up.

Bian Lang was quite surprised when he saw the skin colors of these people. Not all of them were black. There was one who should be a chocolate man from America, and one white person among them.

But think about it, it's reggae! Love and peace!

After introducing each other, the members of the MATZKA band were not in a hurry and watched the rehearsal of New Pants with Bian Lang. Then they found an opportunity to play "ThreeLittleBirds" with Bian Lang.

After listening to Bian Lang's singing, the lead singer could only sigh: "I heard before that this song was written by you, and I thought it must be a beautiful joke, but now I really believe it..."

Bian Lang was very happy to receive praise from his foreign colleagues, even though he took over this job on behalf of Bob Marley.

"Thank you, but I also want to see how strong you really are and whether you can sing my new song at the live show tomorrow..."