Son of the Bone

It's like just switching from one school to another.

Qi Lin accompanied him to practice dancing all afternoon, and the tiredness and sleepiness when he just left the set were all gone.

Compared with Jiang Jue, his talent in this area is frighteningly high.

All his joints are as if programmed by a computer, and any curvature and amplitude can be easily controlled, and his sensitivity to beats and music makes him feel like a fish in water.

It took Jiang Jue nearly a month to practice the two dances. After he came here and danced twice, he was able to completely match the movements of the dance teacher.

In the afternoon, Qi Lin taught him various skills, and accompanied him through it over and over again.

Only the three of them knew about this, and the teacher was also sent by SPF.

As one of the funders, SPF also attaches great importance to the movie "Star Road", obviously wanting to win a few more trophies for extra prestige.

They ate a salad for dinner together in the practice room, and then took the SVIP special elevator to the No.12 floor.

The twelfth floor is not open to the public, and even the escape route is designed to be quite hidden. Usually, only by swiping fingerprints can the elevator go to this floor.

This is a place that belongs to Qi Lin alone.

After all, he is the prince of Hongguang Media, the head of the company. Before he was in college, he spent time in the company outside of the drafting period, and often rested on this floor at night.

"Here is the gym...here is the computer room, here you go, look here."

A door was lit when it was opened, and a musical instrument room of nearly 150 square meters was displayed in front of their eyes.

There is a complete set of imported reverberation equipment, guitar, violin, grand piano, and large floor-to-ceiling glass windows that can overlook the entire city.

In the distance, there are many tall buildings and cars, and the clouds are floating in the sky, and the vision is almost endless.

"It was inconvenient for me to teach you something in the video before." Qi Lin poured him a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and signaled his assistant to go back first: "I have slightly changed your score."

That is the theme song of "Star Tour" - "The Key of Feather".

Even after losing his memory, the leading actor, Yue Yu, can complete this difficult famous song with his body's instinctive memory, and the brilliance of his talent is indelible.

He naturally sat next to the grand piano, played the original without taking the score or listening to the playback again.

"Listen to this "And your memory has long gone and finally became my prison"," the smooth piano sound is almost like a small river, he played and sang without changing his face: "'Even the dust in the air is like tears, but you But you'——have you heard the problem?"

These two lines can be sung freely, and even the sudden jump from E1 to C2 treble is quite easy to control.

It was the first time Jiang Jue saw him playing the piano, his attention was still on those dexterous hands, he was obviously at a loss: "Question?"

It's like this, Qi Lin played two passages again, and gestured: "'Dust - it's like tear stains, the high notes here are all high notes for the high notes."

"It's as if the director wanted the audience to believe that you can act in a crying scene, so he made your character cry when he was talking about the weather. It's almost like this feeling." Qi Lin played an arpeggio casually, showing a little disgust The expression came out: "The person who wrote this song is so perfunctory, I will change it for you-here should add a progressive triple jump to give full emotional advancement."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense, so he simply took a blank score and started writing while playing, demonstrating to him the correct way of singing from time to time.

Jiang Jue sat next to him with his orange juice in his arms, feeling rather dazed and surprised as a newborn.

This is not the same as the Qi Lin in the dormitory who loves to be coquettish and messes around.

A mature and confident temperament is gradually revealed, and even the handsome silhouette is particularly clear under the light and shadow.

He sits next to the piano, the black and white keys are as free and light as wings, and all the melodies are like silk, satin and silk, which can be adjusted and tailored, and the change of the pitch range is also easy.

Qi Lin was young and ignorant in drama performance, but beside the piano, he even looked like an extremely familiar veteran.

When he played and sang, he was like a bard full of years in his mind, surrounded by abundant emotions and piano sounds alternately, but the mediocre and old-fashioned theme song just now had changed the melody and strings, and then changed the key and improved the singing method, and it turned out to be ashamed The girl suddenly put on a gorgeous long dress exuding starlight.

"'Even the dust in the air—like tear stains,'" his knuckles were long and white, and his voice was clear and pleasant: "Revised to read: 'The memory finally—became my prison—even the dust in the air— are like tears.""

The three paragraphs raised the KEY and jumped three octaves in a row, and the feeling of despair and excitement also came out.

They switched roles and started changing the other side of the other.

"Listen here, the fault should be stuck properly, and there should be no obvious feeling of gasping." Qi Lin realized that he seemed to have said too much, turned around and handed the revised score to Jiang Jue: "Try it?"

Although Jiang Jue knew the staff notation, his sight-singing ability was not very proficient.

He took a breath and sang it a little awkwardly.

Qi Lin tilted his head after listening, shook his head and said: "The pronunciation of singing and lines is not the same."

One needs to master the pronunciation of the diaphragm, and the other needs to be proficient in bubble sounds.

He naturally took his hand, made him sit on the side of the piano bench, rubbed Jiang Jue's face casually, and pressed his warm fingertips above his Adam's apple.

"Relax...like yawning," Qi Lin hardly realized how gentle his voice was, as patiently as if he was putting a child to sleep: "When the airflow came here, it made intermittent low-pitched sounds, just like gargling. "

"The position where the airflow resonates rises from the posterior pharyngeal wall to the nasopharynx and the head cavity." He used gestures with his other hand to guide Jiang Jue to change the airflow and the amplitude of the vocal cords: "Sing with me, 'Memory will eventually become My Prison', good, up an octave—"

The two people tacitly raised their tunes together with the sound of the piano, and the interlaced voices were like two nightingales shuttling through the forest.

"'But you don't look back if we've missed—'"

"Don't take a breath, and don't hold your breath in your throat for the whole song, keep your throat relaxed, and continue—"

From the singing method at the climax to the roundabout and lyricism of the bass part, the singing method of each section is taught carefully and clearly.

The way he taught Jiang Jue was completely learned from the way Jiang Jue taught himself.

Divide up the difficult parts, go through small paragraphs one by one, organize the difficult points and key points on the notes, and do similar synchronous exercises.

Even the gestures to direct the airflow and chest cavity are exactly the same.

He was pleasantly surprised by Jiang Jue's concentration.

There is no extra nonsense or coyness, even if he can't get into tune when singing, even if he keeps making mistakes that novices will make, the degree of devotion to learning and the speed of comprehension are obviously quite fulfilling.

They only have one night, and tomorrow, one of them will step up the arrangement of dance and vocal music and prepare to join the group, and the other will go back to the university to make up for classes and homework crazily.

The time went from eight o'clock in the evening, to one o'clock in the morning, and then to four o'clock in the morning.

They completed all the details of the entire song in the instrument room, and then went directly to the recording studio to process the demo's mix and a cappella, and made a copy of the master tape.

By the time the two of them finally turned off their computers and decided to rest, the sky was already slightly pale.

"Maybe we can have breakfast." Qi Lin yawned, rubbed his eyes and said, "My company's egg rolls are very, very delicious."

Jiang Jue was still looking at the red and black markings and key explanations on the sheet music, a little uncertain: "I'm a little worried whether Director Wei will accept such an arrangement."

There are a few places where the changes and rewriting of the melody are too obvious, although it is indeed very pleasant, but——

"You just have to tell him that the author of this demo is Qi Lin."

The boy raised a smile.

"No one can refuse these two words."