Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

Before editing, the most important thing is to understand the information and style of the GA Awards in recent years. Qu Yang put down his pen and dragged the light screen in front of him to look it up.

The GA Music Awards is open to the world, but there are language barriers in various countries. This barrier is not ordinary, so the award-winning works are mostly in English.

Countries with a higher language threshold, such as Xia Guo, are more inclined to set up a Golden Melody Awards circle.

However, it is not uncommon for Xia Guoren to win awards. In addition to awards such as metal music performance and instrumental solo, several classic songs with charm that break through language barriers were successfully nominated for nominations, and finally gained a lot.

Qu Yang carefully looked at the process, except for the greatly shortened time, it is not much different from other worlds.

He turned on his laptop, and first registered an account on major foreign music software, and his nickname was "F".

Time is a bit tight, and it would be best to release the song tonight.

The paper in front of him was white and flexible, which made people feel extra calm and calm. Qu Yang concentrated his mind on it, and quickly came up with a way to modify it.

The original manuscript was written by Fang Qingzhuo a year after the accident of plagiarism. The tone at the beginning was low and depressing, as if a big stone was pressing on the heart, and the climax later was extremely angry, heavy metal clamoring and venting.

Playing it again, people feel a sense of anger and resentment out of thin air, and the noise is tight, like a bad rock, and the overall experience of the listener is low.

In order to save this song, Hua Tuo, the music industry, had to do it himself, or directly overthrow it, disfiguring and modifying it beyond recognition.

Qu Yang's reform method is a combination of both. He absorbs the dullness of falling to the bottom of his life and the anger produced by his age later as the first part of the song.The lyrics have not been drastically changed, and I plan to adjust the tune after it is written.

This can be regarded as the beginning and inheritance. As for the subsequent transfer and integration, the line-by-line revision opinions written in the light-colored notebook have already indicated it.

It was Fang Qingzhuo who regained his mind, and got up again from the place where he fell—Dream 101. Here it can be...

Qu Yang turned to the title page of the book, the immature writing on it was Fang Qingzhuo's original intention written ten years ago.

I want to go further, never stop, never lose my way.

Together here is the highlight moment when the original intention of creation is finally rewarded. In this way, there is both sublimation and the final climax.

After setting the tone and structure, Qu Yang started to create a new song, but the original song was hopeless and he threw it away.

I don't know how long it has passed, the sky outside is getting late, the twilight spreads over the earth, and the room is plunged into darkness.

When the last stroke was made, when Qu Yang withdrew from the state of immersion, he was still a little unfinished, and the excitement in his brain was still lingering.

This song resonated a lot with him, all his mind fell on it, time flew by "swish", and several hours had passed before he knew it.

Feeling hungry, Qu Yang tidied up his things, put on a thin coat, and prepared to go out for food.

The phone in his pocket vibrated twice, Qu Yang looked down.

[Ji Lin: Brother Fang, you've been in the dormitory all afternoon, are you hungry?We just finished training and went to the restaurant for dinner. I will bring you what you want to eat. 】

Qu Yang sat down again, but he was not in a hurry to go out. After thinking for a second, he typed and replied: Let's make steamed buns with mutton.

【Ji Lin: Alright! Delivery within 5 minutes, pay attention to check! 】

Qu Yang put his phone back with a smile, glanced at it, the progress of the recording studio simulation reached 50%, he turned on his laptop to surf the Internet, and gained a better understanding of the world.

The entertainment industry in this small world has developed extremely rapidly, and it can be called prosperous, but deformed.

It is different from the small worlds in the past. The number of practitioners in the entertainment industry has expanded, and there are many works produced and released every year with mixed quality. Whether it is the competition for music awards like GA or ordinary low-level artists, the competition is very fierce.

On the other hand, the deformed side can be seen from the fact that Xia Guo's fan circle can control the standard leopard.

Fans' emotions towards idols are extreme, love wants to live, hate wants to die.

Take Han Qisheng as an example, many girls treat him like a god, wishing to pray to the giant poster in the room every day, as if the statue on the wall is a god, and they are fanatical and devout believers.

And after today's rehearsal video was released, Qu Yang clicked into the comment section of some fanatic fans, and many of them had this style of painting:

"I'm a fan of some rubbish thing. I haven't made any progress in the past eight years. Go to hell!"

"I made a lot of excuses when the concert crashed a few years ago, and I know how to promote it all day long. I am very happy with the public execution this time!"

"Ah Sheng, we know it's not easy for you, so don't embarrass yourself, let's die early and be free."

Qu Yang raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, he really felt the deformity of this world.

Although he wanted Han Qisheng to fall from the highest place, and dug traps for him step by step, this kind of pathological remarks that made Han Qisheng die all the time made Qu Yang extremely uncomfortable.

Obviously when Fang Qingzhuo first debuted, the fan circle and even the entertainment industry were pretty normal.

Qu Yang didn't have time to think deeply, the phone vibrated again, Ji Lin said that he had arrived at the dormitory floor and was walking to the second floor.

He stepped out of the door and strode towards the stairs.

Suddenly there was an exclamation, Qu Yang quickly walked to the handrail and looked down.

I saw that Ji Lin had already rolled down to the last few steps, and the mutton steamed buns in the food box fell and spilled, making a mess.

"what!"

Ji Lin rolled down obliquely, and he would hit the wall two more steps down. At this speed, there is a high probability that his leg will be broken.

Qu Yang lightly moved his fingers on the armrest, and Ji Lin's body, which was accelerating down, barely stopped.

He lay hunched on the stairs, his face twisted in pain because of the pain, it looked like a crumpled pale paper.

Qu Yang quickly got down to Ji Lin's side, he caught a familiar corner of his clothes out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes turned cold.

Ji Lin hissed: "It hurts, my leg hurts so much."

The performance was imminent, and Ji Lin was unable to participate in the performance due to a leg injury. After he was placed in the hospital, the remaining five members of Group B fell silent.

The lights in the training room were turned off room by room, five people sat cross-legged on the ground, and Fu Sixuan was writing and scribbling in the notebook assigned libretto.

"Filling in one line of the lyrics by one person will destroy the structure of each part. If you distribute it to one or two people separately, I'm afraid you will feel uncomfortable." Fu Sixuan put down the pen with a headache, "Don't talk about the lyrics, the dance is also a problem here. , Most of our original formation changes have to be overthrown and reorganized.”

"Brain your brains, everyone try to come up with a solution as soon as possible. Tomorrow morning is the performance, and the only thing left for us is this evening."

Several young people looked at each other speechlessly, lowered their heads and sighed, which made Fu Sixuan feel depressed.

A hand stretched out from the side, took the booklet and pen in his hand, Qu Yang quickly circled on it with downcast eyes, and then looked at the few young people who were staring at him in a daze, smiling calmly and indifferently, which made people see There is no reason for peace of mind.

"Let's cheer up, this is a knockout round, and two members of the losing group will leave the show."

Qu Yang held up the booklet, and tapped the end of the pen on it.

"In this way, according to the position of Xiao Ji's lyrics, I divided his lyrics, and Xiao Li and I will sing."

"The three of you are all dancers. Xiao Ji's stay in the center, I divided it up for you according to the situation, and adjusted it. I tried my best to keep the libretto and dances from falling when you were in the center."

"As for the formation, I have roughly revised it. Take a look. If you have any comments, just say so, don't be bored."

After reading the arrangement carefully, the teammates nodded one after another: "No problem, just follow this."

"Okay." Qu Yang took a photo of the booklet, stood up and walked out, "You guys practice first, I'll go outside and make a few copies."

Walking out of the training room, Qu Yang happened to meet the person opposite, and the expression on his face faded.

The white light in the corridor was dazzling, and Qu Yang saw that Han Qisheng's face was almost transparent.

0641: "Host, Han Qisheng is the son of luck in this small world, he must be equipped with a wild system, just now Ji Lin fell down the stairs, he did it, right?"

Qu Yang didn't respond for a while, and he didn't realize that there was a system hidden in the other party.

He stared straight at the attractive young man in front of him, and said faintly, "Han Qisheng, why is your face changing all the time?"

Han Qisheng's originally extremely ugly face gradually returned to blood visible to the naked eye. Hearing this, he paused when he stepped out, and turned his head to cast a cold glance at Qu Yang.

"Did you misread it when you got dizzy?" He imitated Qu Yang's tone in the interview, and sneered, "That's right, after all, Ji Lin accidentally fell down the stairs, you are flustered and short of breath, it's understandable."

Qu Yang took a step closer, as if he wanted to take a closer look at his face that had changed too obviously, his footsteps were silent, and he approached him in an instant, like a ghost.

Han Qisheng was startled, subconsciously stretched out his hands to cover his face, and continued to walk outside: "I have a fever and feel uncomfortable, so I'll go back first."

There was a chilling chuckle from behind: "Remember the stairs are slippery, be careful not to fall."

At that time, Han Qisheng only felt that this sentence was extremely strange, and there was a feeling of being seen through, but he didn't think about what was waiting for him in front of him.

On the day of the performance, everyone woke up very early, and they had to drive to the venue together to put on makeup and look, and there was not much time left for them.

Qu Yang and his teammates were familiar with the newly revised dance and lyrics until four o'clock, and they were woken up by the alarm just after falling asleep. At this time, they got into the car with two dark circles under their eyes, put on the blindfold and fell asleep again.

The scheduled recording of the new song, because the studio simulation process is still a bit short, there is not enough time last night, so I can only wait after today's performance.

The car drove smoothly, and Qu Yang breathed evenly. He didn't wake up until after being pushed twice for more than 40 minutes.

Lifting his heavy eyelids, he went to wash his face again before he put on his clothes, put on makeup to cover the black eyes, and briefly permed his long hair.

Qu Yang yawned, and the guy in front of the camera smiled and reminded: "The recording has started, be careful not to fall asleep."

"to make."

Compared with yesterday, the mentor group has also been well-dressed, and after the warm-up performance, they are seated one by one.

The host came to the stage and began to call the contestants of the first track to come on stage.

The accompaniment resounded throughout the scene, knocking on the door of the waiting room, in harmony with the sound from the TV.

Qu Yang acted like a liar, leaned back and closed his eyes to rest his mind, until Group A came on stage, his eye feathers flicked slightly.

As "Dream Blooming" gradually reached its climax, he opened his eyes and looked at the LCD TV in front of his seat, which was showing the status quo on stage.

At this time, the teammates in front of him flashed to the sides, revealing Han Qisheng who was in the C position with a strong smile.

"Only love and dreams in this world can't be let down."

"If I'm guilty, I ask God to punish me."

"I am willing to go through all kinds of swords and fires for it, and I will be smashed to pieces..."

The next moment, amidst the screams of the crowd, the person in the center of the light suddenly jerked, as if he had moved too violently, and fell down uncontrollably.

"Asheng!"

"what happened?!"

Kneeling one knee first, there was a soft "click".

It seems that something is slightly broken.

Han Qisheng's choked-up cries of pain stuck in his throat, and he collapsed completely.

Qu Yang closed his eyes again and hummed in a low voice.

"If you are guilty, ask God to punish you."

"I heard that you are willing to go through mountains of knives and seas of fire for it, and you will be smashed to pieces..."