REMIX

Li Qianlan's efficiency was even higher than both of us expected, and he sent me a piece of music when get out of class was over at noon the next day.

"Come on, try."

Among the crowd after school, I took off my earphones after listening for ten seconds, stood by the side of the road, cut out the video window with him, and officially announced to him, "You will lose me soon."

"No, listen to my explanation..." He was coughing and laughing, sitting cross-legged in front of the camera and smoking a cigarette, his shirt cuffs were rolled up high, and there was an inconspicuous shadow under his eyes, which he rubbed, and put his hand on the glass ashtray With a knock, he reasoned with me quite seriously, "Don't you think this sounds better? It's better than doing what you ask."

"You may not realize that we have different starting points," he said. "We're writing a song at the same time. Where do you start? You write the lyrics first. That's what you're good at. , and then find the beat based on the words... Let’s put it this way, we are both amateurs, and we only know a little about music theory and instruments... But if it were me, I would arrange the music first, and then write the lyrics according to the musical mood of the piece."

"When I made this song, I didn't think too much about it. I just thought that this song could be changed. I spent one night and made it. You are the same. Don't be preconceived, don't think 'I want to sing This kind of song', but 'I can sing this kind of song too'."

In all honesty, he was right.

I remembered the conditions that I asked him to arrange when I asked him to arrange the music, but now I am thrown a song that does not have a single note as I thought. It is a trap, but it was modified with a smash hit R&B song, sampled It was a male voice, the rap in the first half was erased, the verse part was kept, but the drumbeat was completely changed into another style, the middle part was harmonized with his own voice, and his good electronic sound was added. There is no sense of disobedience and harmony in it - I have to be convinced, no matter whether you appreciate it from a professional or non-professional perspective, this song has been changed so well that it is amazing. Even if it is not as good as a big-name production, it can be regarded as a folk master.Li Qianlan has always made me trust me at such a juncture.

But I can't sing.

Comparing "speaking" with "singing", my "singing" is weak, unless I have a very strong post-production guarantee, let me sing live songs that are not quite satisfactory in all aspects, and all my shortcomings will be exposed.

The coverage of the school's campus network outside is not very good, and the signal becomes weak when I go out, so I retreated to the steps at the entrance of the teaching building, and there was a girl standing not far away, holding a cup of hot milk tea to warm her hands. Waiting for boyfriend.

I sat down on the public bench.

"Tellmewhatyoulikeyeahtellmewhatyoudon't tell me what you like and what you don't Will make you shine, like you lying in the edelweiss Icanbeagentleman, anythingyouwant let me be your gentleman, if I was yourboyfriend, I'dneverlet yougo, if I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you goI'dneverletyougo never let you go from me"

What kind of words can such a song fill in?

The noisy teaching building was already empty, and it was already past the hour for lunch. Li Qianlan said "go order takeaway" and left in front of the computer. Before I had time to thank him for being busy all day for me night.

I sat alone and listened to that song twice, packed up my textbooks and went back to the dormitory.

In the evening, I went to rehearse with Fei Na as scheduled, but the lady opponent wanted me to accompany her to do hair.

"Sister, even if you really think I'm easy to deal with, why don't you take it seriously?"

"I've been doing your hair for you, and it's not serious." She sat on a chair and flipped through a magazine, "It's not like anyone else."

Makes sense.

After class, I was directly called to a certain barber shop with a loud sign. Standing at the door of the shop, which was decorated like a high-end club, which did not match my identity, I was supported by two male shop assistants who looked like cowherds and smelled fragrant. I was dragged to the waiting area, served me tea and water, and treated my comrades with warmth like spring, and every sentence seemed to be followed by a wavy line of ecstasy.

"Does the handsome guy do his hair?"

"Maintenance is fine too."

"What service do you need? We're having a sale right here." (It seems like 90.00% of barbershops have a sale every season of the year.)

I straightened the textbook on my lap, and felt uncomfortable with the overly intimate distance and the smell of the perfume I was not used to. I stretched my body and tried my best to avoid the hand touching my face, "No need, thank you."

The clerk with the English name on the badge is still relentlessly lobbying, "Look, your hair has lost its shape at all... What a pity for this face..."

Over there, Fei Na put down the magazine gently, and the spine of the book hit the table with a heavy sound.

As a result, the young men in front of me who were competing for beauty and looked as if they were poisonous did not move.

"It's time." Fei Na raised a hand dignifiedly, like an angry old Buddha, "Help Ai's family wash their hair."

At the same time, their skills were cooled down for a second, and they stood up at the same time and rushed back to their jobs. "Sister, slow down!"

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and I had time to take off the cap of my pen and write a few lines of lyrics.

"Let me take over your heart your bad temper your dog

I can do nothing all day, just hold your hand

You are the must-order double cream for afternoon tea

Money, shawty and game that I really like to blow down Swagswagswagonyou”

When I sang along to the music in the earphones, Fei Na with gray hair stood in front of me, wearing a windbreaker with an unfriendly expression on her face. This outfit matched with her coquettish smoky makeup looked murderous, I couldn't help standing straight up. "what colour is this?"

"Abaose? Forgot," she nonchalantly dropped two xylitol pills into her mouth, and they creaked, "commonly known as grandma's ashes."

"..."

After receiving the swiped card from the clerk, she raised her chin, wrapped her coat tightly and walked out, knocking her stilettos on the floor. "Back to the recording studio. He Gu is almost there waiting."

"he?"

I followed her and opened the door, the music faded away, and the wind of the winter night blew us through.I seemed to lose my way all of a sudden. In the rusty yellow light of the street lamp, I heard Fei Na ask me: "What should I do?"

"How can I get him to stand on stage and sing again?"