REMIX

"This paragraph is wrong, try again."

"This sound is too long, try again."

"The progressive part is not enough breath, try again."

"The sentence in the middle is too full, try again."

"I can't speak clearly, try again."

"Again."

"Again."

"We're all here, what are you afraid of? Do it all over again."

Give you a month, what can you do?

I can probably travel once, go on two dates, write three songs, release four cover songs, watch five movies, and have sex six times.

In this sweltering and rainless July, I finished recording the piano, bass, drums, and harmony of a song, and three-quarters of the whole piece was completed.

During this month, I went to the floor for lunch to order takeout, recorded songs during the day and worked part-time at night, and only slept for eight hours once (it was Gong Junye who forced me to sleep on the bed). Although the progress was slow, But we can guarantee that every detail, succession and transformation is satisfactory and refined. We have perfectly expressed everything we can: Qiao Xinxin's piano, Li Qianlan's drums, He Gu's bass, I didn't slack off when they recorded I skipped work, stood by the side the whole time, and checked the score with them, picking out notes one by one.

I was chewing sugar outside the recording room, and watched Qiao Xinxin play the piano through the soundproof glass. The scorching light sprinkled on the piano cover, like rain wetted the dark rocks; Start with a lift that reminds me of a swan's neck.There is no need to turn over the music score for a short accompaniment. After she finished recording, it was followed by Li Qianlan. Instead of getting up and leaving, she moved a stool and sat in front of him, holding the music score for him while the drumsticks fell together. They probably often cooperate like this. When one party wears headphones, there is no dialogue at all, and there is eye contact based on habit. I heard He Gu chuckled lightly, and I laughed too. No one needed to say the reason.

In the past, I used the ready-made accompaniment, and never thought that it would be so hard to make a song.Fei Na said that this is normal. Sometimes she can only produce an album in a year, because the effort spent on it is directly proportional to the time consumed. Some things have no shortcuts and can only be taken one step at a time, so more work is needed. Enthusiasm to support.

This is why there are fewer and fewer people who are willing to concentrate on making music now. You want rewards, encouragement, and the motivation to persevere. When you can’t get these, it becomes harder and harder to love.

However, when it was my turn to record the finale of the vocals, I couldn't sing well.I am not unfamiliar with this feeling, even from the bottom of my heart, I am familiar and understanding. I am not in a good state, I can’t calm down, the hotter the weather, the more irritable my heart is, and I can’t concentrate like egg yolks broken up by a mixer. , Sometimes even recording for seven hours a day can only use one or two sentences.

Why do you say that this is because the human voice is different from the musical instrument. The musical instrument is controllable, but the human voice is affected by objective conditions. You don't know when and to what extent you will be able to "sing in place". You just have to be patient. Try it over and over again.

After the innumerable times of "restarting", the negative emotions I had suppressed for a long time finally broke out, I threw the earphones, slammed the door and left.

"Dry."

Everyone outside the house looked at me, and thoughtfully did not try to stop me.

I went to take a shower in the makeshift four-panel bathroom in the next room, and the feeling of cold water pouring over my head subdued some of the heat and made it less unbearable.I stared at the dirty white tiles under my feet, the water jet washed away the greasy stains, revealing the uneven surface, the water flowed into my eyes, and I couldn't rub it, so I just stood there.

After washing, I dried my hair and went back to the recording studio. I was just about to pick up the earphones I had discarded 10 minutes ago when I looked up and saw Qiao Xinxin approaching. She spread out a rolled-up piece of white paper and pasted it on the glass door. show me.

"Let's go for a walk."

I was dragged out of the house by her and Li Qianlan, saying that Sister Fei Na also recorded the music for more than five hours in a row and needed to rest. It happened that Teacher He ordered us to buy something to take home for dinner... I basked in the sun listlessly, He procrastinatedly agreed.

Starting from here and crossing another street, we walked to a place that seemed familiar. The three of us felt familiar and had an impression of the door, but there were many newly built buildings around that didn't match up. It took a long time for the three of us to think of it. This is the restaurant where we had breakup meals when we graduated from high school.

Li Qian muttered in a crow's mouth: "The food hasn't stopped yet..." Qiao Xinxin pulled his arm, and pointed to a shop on the side of the road that was oppressed and became smaller and less conspicuous: "It's the same there."

It's the store where we wrote the secret note.

When I walked over, I was thinking, whether this is destined in the dark, and I can go back to the original place two years later to solve the mystery left by the year.This incident aroused my enthusiasm a little bit, and I was also curious about the content of their messages.

The shop owner didn't change, and he didn't give us another look.Don't say that the three of them have changed their appearance, even if they haven't changed, she won't remember.

We went straight to find the wall covered with creepers, and there were many notes with messages, so we could only vaguely use our memory to find the general location where the notes were pasted at that time.They were still looking when I found them.

The post-it note with my handwriting on it seemed to be picked up and glued again, the glue on the back was a little dry, and it was dry and yellow. I held a corner of it, and the two of them found their own note. , get together with me.

"Written what?"

"...it's up to you."

"Ms. Xinxin is preferred."

"..." Qiao Xinxin took a look at the two of us, spread her hands, and wrote a sentence on the paper.

"Go far away."

Li Qianlan took out his.

"Don't stray away."

When I opened the piece of paper in my palm like I was about to open a time capsule, I had long forgotten the mood I had when I picked up the pen that year. How much I have changed now, and how much I have persisted stubbornly, I didn’t even realize it, but in the end There is something profound, I am like a densely woven net, catching those precious people and moments, and I try my best to protect them until death separates us.

There are four words written on the paper.

"Welcome back."

"Tell a story, a story you've all heard

boring, lucky, dumbfounding story

The same role, in my own way

The same plot, rewritten many times

The same melody, let me chant into poetry

Remixit

This is my life, let me remixit"

On the penultimate weekend in August, in the last hour before midnight, I sang the last line of the entire song.

The moment I took off the monitor earphones, I saw Fei Na jumping up from the chair. I couldn’t hear her screams. Li Qianlan and Qiao Xinxin couldn’t sit still on the sofa. He Gu opened his arms and waited for me to run away. Go out and hug them all sweaty.

- This summer is coming to an end.

After saving the backups of the dry sounds, I fell asleep on the spot in the recording studio, and called Gong Junye before going to sleep. I never had to worry about time and place, I knew he would always be there.

"finished."

I said into the receiver, "I miss you so much."

"Good boy." He said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow."

I put down my phone and fell asleep on the floor.