Connotation that my grandson actually likes me?

Chen Yi was discussing the storyboard with the cameraman, but he was slightly taken aback when he saw the well section coming.

When the well section walked in, Chen Yicai spoke, with a questioning tone. "Can you really do this?"

"Well, it's okay, the props teacher will help me install it." Jing Duan's expression was indifferent, and he shook his arm for Chen Yi again. The costume teacher specially added a white primer today to help him cover the entanglement. Wrist bandages for immobilization.

Jing Duan looked around again. When he walked in with Mumu just now, he had the illusion that he used to carry a guitar to perform in a livehouse. When he walked through a corridor with dim lights, his vision broadened. , the overall style is a dark metal style, the most eye-catching is the huge stage in front of the stage, and the front of the stage is divided into a deck area and a dance floor area for pogo, two walls on both sides, one side is glued with various Rock and roll posters——The Beatles, Sex, Tang Dynasty, Black Panther, Beyond, Three Heroes, Cui Jian, Flowers...

On the other opposite wall, there are many albums hanging irregularly. From the sporadic gaps between the albums, it can be seen that the original color of the wall behind is very ostentatious, as if the whole venue is black, except for those music With vigorous vitality, their colorful power gathers into pieces of music to fight against the darkness of the outside world.

That kind of strong attraction made Jing Duan follow his footsteps to the front of the wall before he could react. These bands had fought side by side with him before.

However, the word fighting side by side is not quite accurate, it can only be said that we performed together.After all, when you are in a band, you always have your own edges and corners, and the edges and corners make up your personality, so in the end, no one can look down on others.

Pointing his fingers lightly, he murmured with a smile, "They are all my former idols."

Mu Mu followed suit, but the covers of these albums were full of unfamiliar faces, and she couldn't understand them, so she could only nod when she heard Jing Duan's words.

This is true, although no one looked down on anyone, but when he was young, he saw seniors singing on the stage, and the fans below followed them like crazy.

He does treat people as idols.

The voice fell into Jing Duan's ears from the side, "And your brother." It was Xu Wanzhi.

Jing Duan didn't know when he came to his side, because he couldn't bear his temper and wanted to take a look at the livehouse built by the crew in advance, so he didn't wait for Xu Wanzhi, who was slower than him to make up, and followed With his gaze, Jing Duan saw some of his albums, and the first album released by his own band was actually there.

Compared with others, the album is a bit crude, and the style is a bit childish, but it is indeed special and unique enough.

Because this is what he, Chang Yu, and Guo Yun spent half an hour painting. The colorful and irregular color blocks are spliced ​​together, and there is only a "1" in the middle, which is clean and spotless.

And the name of this album is called "I Am One".

When Jing Duan saw this album again, he couldn't help laughing, and said, "Zhen Er."

At that time, Qianhua Company didn't have any money, so they had to release an album, and the three children were required to pay for the production themselves. So in order to save the art design of the cover, the three of them designed a cover by themselves while they were busy at night.

Later, 15-year-old Jing Duan took pictures of the cover on the agent's table, and said: "Because all the colors touch the edge of "1" and stop abruptly, this symbolizes that we have given up for the whitest dream in our hearts. All the bright colors around us."

At that time, the agent was obviously stunned for a few seconds. Looking at the cover of such a ghostly painting talisman with such a paragraph of text, he tasted it carefully and saw a bit of "art".

However, once the album was released, it was quite popular among teenagers. Sure enough, teenagers' middle and second grades are almost the same.

Xu Wanzhi's voice sounded again, with a soft tone: "Brother, do you know, one and two, who do they belong to?"

The corner of Jing Duan's mouth that hadn't drooped yet raised again, and he lowered his head slightly, as if he wanted to take all Xu Wanzhi's words into his ears and treasure them, "Brain teaser?"

"almost."

"I only know that these two numbers are prime numbers? As for whose...?"

Xu Wanzhi clasped the album cover on his hand slightly with one hand, and just about to speak, the stage manager came over and called them, saying that Chen Yi asked them to come and talk about the show.

The conversation came to an abrupt end, and Jing Duan didn't take this sentence to heart, he patted Xu Wanzhi on the shoulder with a smile, and dragged him along.

"This scene is a scene where you rescued the scene. An hour before the day band performed at the livehouse, Yang Yuan claimed to be sick and couldn't perform, so you temporarily saved the scene, although you borrowed a female bass to replace her hand, but no one can be the lead singer, because she knows that at this time, everyone will definitely push you, and you have only rehearsed with the band once or twice, and when the performance fails, you may end up being the one to blame."

"I've watched a lot of your previous performance videos, and I think it actually fits the typhoon of Yan Ruzhi, so you should try not to be restrained later and play freely."

"Just be yourself the whole time, don't act."

"Xu Wanzhi, you just have to worry, give yourself to him at ease, and join him in this performance, enjoy the performance, keep your eyes on each other closely, don't make too much fluctuation on the surface, but the details Handle it better."

But suddenly he changed the subject and said, "Xu Wanzhi, you, actually, you don't need me to say more, do you?"

Yuan Yi, who was still cuddling with the drumming teacher for the last time, raised his head abruptly.

It's not that this drama is a sincere work, but now, in order to meet the construction schedule, Jing Duan is actually asked to play the guitar while sick.

What's more, Chen Yi is now too lazy to talk to Xu Wanzhi about the movie, Xu Wanzhi is the king of bad movies!

Then after this drama is filmed, what kind of tm is it like!

Although he, Yuan Yi, has always been a little transparent, but at least he has worked hard to cultivate a reputation in the industry for five years.

Doomed to die for "dog man man"?Have you been harmed by this irresponsible crew?

Yuan Yi tightly covered her mouth in her heart, and shrunk into a small ball weakly. For the sake of the goddess, bad dramas are bad dramas.

The make-up teacher made the final adjustments to the makeup of Jing Duan, and Guangti left the stage. Xu Wanzhi, Yuan Yi and Mr. Bass stood at the positioning points posted by the stage manager.

And the only free movement is the well section.

Jing Duan turned his head and glanced at Xu Wanzhi next to him. The bridges of the guitars of the two faced each other and spread out in a fan-shaped arc. --Get out of here!

And below, the group performers were already in place, the pogo dance floor in front of the stage was full of people, and the assistant director who was talking to them also exited the mirror.

"Are you ready?" Chen Yi's voice brought him back to reality.

He nodded quickly and said, "Okay, no problem."

"Okay, come on."

After speaking, the makeup artist and prop teacher came up to hang up the guitar and finish the makeup for him.

Well Section took a deep breath, waiting for instructions.

"All departments are ready, the audience is quiet, action!"

""Song" - 18 scenes - 1 scene - 1 time!"

The lights on the stage formed two light blue conical beams of light, the dust in the air was pierced one by one, and finally enveloped Rang Jingduan, putting the whole band in its haze.

The first sound was Yuan Yi's drumbeat, and then the bass sound of the teacher who replaced Yang Yuan meandered out.

Next up is... my own lead guitar.

Everyone in the crowd below cast their eyes on Jing Duan on the stage. The professional group performers, no matter how professional they were, were just shells.

He looked at the dark group of people below...

Over the years, for the sake of making a living, he forcibly trained himself to listen to the director's "action" and let himself return to a normal state. Otherwise, facing so many people watching on the set, he would have gone crazy long ago.

So he's not as scared of the crowd, but it's a little different because before, he was just performing in front of people... and this is... a performance.

The wrist began to ache faintly, and Jing Duan took advantage of the situation to put his hand on the board to reduce the force on the wrist. The pick slid across the strings, the rapid drum rhythm, and the bass melody intertwined.

Yuan Yi has been training for so long, and he has almost learned the drums of this song. There is no need to doubt the professionalism of the bass teacher. If there is an accident in this "performance", it will be Xu Wanzhi...