equal loudness curve

Originally, Tang Zhuojian was still thinking about why he suddenly changed the microphone today, and then he suddenly realized that the director came to see their progress, but in fact, there will always be various problems in the recording, and each problem is not unreasonable. But it always makes people mistakenly think that it is not possible. The director came to see the ensemble and the scene, so Bie Han changed the microphone for him and asked him to sing in the way he is most familiar with.

Standing in front of the overhead microphone again, Tang Zhuo Jian put on his earphones, and Bie Han's voice came from inside.

"First of all, you have to know that the recording is not live. No matter what emotion you sing, high or low, loud or soft, try not to change the distance between your mouth and the microphone."

"Ah."

"Sing first."

Bie Han played the accompaniment for Tang Zhuo Jian, and he began to adjust according to what Bie Han said.

"In the ninth measure, the same place as the second paragraph, the chromatic note will sound better, you can try it."

Tang Zhuojian is used to performing, standing meticulously, he will always be uncomfortable, not to mention that there is no band behind him, and only he and Bie Han are facing each other through the glass in the whole huge room.

It was suffocatingly empty.

"Don't dangle around, and if you don't change the distance, it doesn't mean you can tilt the microphone and face the microphone directly, otherwise the sound quality of the recording will change."

"it is good."

I sang it two more times, gradually getting better.

Even facing a harsh person like Li Shirui, it seems that he has never been so tired of singing.

"Do you usually listen to the ear on the stage? Or listen to the floor?" Bie Han asked, and compared the waveforms of Tang Zhuojian's recordings on the screen, the improvement was obvious to the naked eye.

"Ear back...floors, I have them all, not necessarily, I have gotten used to them." Tang Zhuojian thought for a while and replied seriously.

"Well, continue." Bie Han didn't take much rest, and continued to ask Tang Zhuo Jian to improve his problem.

"In the first stanza, the last one in the chorus uses breath tone, try?"

"Well, it's much better. To keep you from moving is to keep the distance between your mouth and the microphone from moving, not to keep your whole body still, but to follow me for a 123 wooden man?"

"..."

Bie Han felt that he had turned on a mode that shouldn't be turned on, paused, and silently dragged the mouse back to the beginning to play music.

Twice again.

"In the first paragraph, try to have more soft inflection points. It doesn't have to be so hard, and the emotion is not enough."

"Okay, don't hold back. When it's time to explode, the microphone won't blow up."

"The reason why the explosion is an explosion is because there is a fire next to the word explosion. Are you not hot enough?"

"The distance, the distance has changed again, why? What is the...indissoluble bond between you and my pop shield?"

"..."

"I have turned on the compression, you don't need to compress yourself, and you can't overwhelm the machine."

"..."

Tang Zhuo's face turned pale.

During the period, Tang Moyan came in and took a look, then went out laughing.

After a while, Zhu Qunfei also came in and stayed for a few minutes, then went out clutching his stomach.

In the end, Wen Haishan also secretly listened for a while through the crack of the door. He didn't want to laugh, but felt it was a slap in the face. After all, he had just said that Tang Zhuojian was a client, so Bie Han probably wouldn't talk to him.As soon as he was infected by Zhu Qunfei's laughter, he also started laughing.

Ma Yi refused to go in, and after listening to the description of these people, the four of them laughed together in another room.

After one night, Tang Zhuojian felt that he was floating when he came out of the recording studio.

Tang Zhuojian sat down on the chair, coughed a few times, his throat was a little dry.

"Do you need it?" Bie Han turned around and took a glass of water and handed it to Tang Zhuojian, the expression on his face was not as serious as it was during recording.

"Thank you." Tang Zhuojian said, and found that his throat was really uncomfortable.

Bie Han handed him a throat lozenge for him to suck, and said casually, "Do you have class tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow..." Tang Zhuojian thought for a while, "Yes, right, what day is tomorrow?"

"..."

"Thursday." Bie Han said indifferently.

"Yes, yes, I want to go back and check the class schedule, but it's not important, I don't have to go." Tang Zhuojian said that he rarely skips class, and it's okay to skip once in a while.

The entire interface of Protools is colorfully laid out with dozens of tracks, the latter ones were all sung by Tang Zhuojian tonight, Bie Han recorded every single one, and he chose the best one to play for Tang Zhuojian.

"Listen to yourself what's wrong with what you sing in the studio."

Tang Zhuo saw that he had listened carefully and thought about it carefully. After listening to it twice, he finally shook his head cautiously: "I, I didn't hear anything wrong."

I thought Bie Han would come up with a lot of questions, but he just nodded slightly: "Well, I will keep this state when I come to record tomorrow."

The two of them stayed in the recording studio all afternoon, so busy that they had no time to take care of their stomachs, until Tang Zhuojian's stomach suddenly "gurgled".

"..."

Tang Zhuojian stood up silently, and asked consciously: "Well, I'm hungry, I thought, can I treat you to a meal?"

"can."

Tang Zhuojian at this moment is desperate. Originally, he was a very high-spirited person. He was the only one standing on a high ground to yell at others. There was no reason for others to yell at him. His temper is gone, like a soft cat, wilted.

By the time they left the recording studio, the other people had already left, locked the door, and came out of the building. Chunxi Road was at its bustling time.

It may be that some merchant is doing an event again. A small stage was set up next to the subway station. At this time, heavy music was coming from it, and a circle of people surrounded it.

Someone was singing "She's Gone" on it, no wonder there were so many people around.

The two passed by the small stage and glanced up.

"I feel like I can sing well." Tang Zhuojian said, his voice seems to be similar to that of Xiao Hui, and Xiao Hui is also a high-pitched rock singer.

Bie Han said casually: "The key has been dropped."

"Huh?" Tang Zhuojian shifted his gaze from the small stage to Bie Han, and then suddenly realized, "Oh, I mean, why does it feel a little different, how much lower?"

"Five."

"Oh."

Five, the difference is far, Xiao Hui can sing the original tune, but it is still very laborious.

There are many people passing by in Chunxi, handsome men and beautiful women are not in the minority, as if they are comparing each other's trends, each one is more exquisitely dressed than the other.There are long queues at the entrance of some snack bars, and the fragrance is overflowing.

He was so hungry that he couldn't take it anymore, so Tang Zhuojian went to buy a pot helmet to cushion his stomach. When he got the pot helmet and walked out, people rushed up.

"Tang Zhuomian?!" Someone yelled and rushed to Tang Zhuomian, startling him.

Seeing that Tang Zhuo had sorted out his emotions, he nodded slightly, and walked back to Bie Han with the pot helmet in his hand.

"Are you that Tang Zhuojian who sang on Weibo?" the girl asked, followed by a boy, but the boy looked a little impatient.

"Yes." Tang Zhuo replied.

"Wow, I actually met a real person. I thought your Weibo address was written casually. I really like listening to you sing!"

This girl has no sense of restraint at all, and she becomes a nympho when she sees Tang Zhuojian directly.

Tang Zhuojian smiled politely: "Thank you, I'm super hungry, I'm going to eat now, you go and accompany your boyfriend."

Hearing this, the girl shook her head and said, "No! Now you are my boyfriend!"

"..."

Tang Zhuojian looked at Bie Han in embarrassment. What did this look make the girl aware of? She asked, "Is this your husband?"

"..."

Second time.

Tang Zhuojian shook his head: "It's my friend."

"Oh, it doesn't matter even if it's a husband, Chengdu is a gay city, it's a trivial matter." She didn't care, and said carelessly, ignoring the person who was about to explode behind her, she took out her phone and turned on the beauty camera.

"Can I take a picture with you?"

"..."

Tang Zhuo looked at Bie Han as if asking for help, Bie Han smiled and pushed him into the abyss.

"Come on, you look pretty."

Dry! !Some people, who appear calm on the surface, actually have a broken heart.

The girl was very happy, and shouted back: "Student Yang, wait a minute, I'll come over after taking a photo!" Then, regardless of what her boyfriend said, she took a few photos with Tang Zhuojian, and asked Bie Han I also looked at the camera. After shooting, I chose two photos, took a look at them, and immediately posted them on Weibo.

@船睿女孩李小杰: I ran into a male god and his husband on Chunxi Road. The real person is super handsome and his voice is super nice, and his husband is even more handsome! ! ! @唐烧见【Picture】【Picture】

Tang Zhuojian felt that something was wrong today, his mind is not so fragile usually, and he still has a tendency to collapse.

Don't be afraid that this is poisonous.

Bie Han didn't care, and didn't know what Tang Zhuojian had experienced in his heart. After walking a few steps, Tang Zhuojian pointed to the upstairs: "Ajisen Ramen, do you want to eat it?"

"It's all right."

Sitting in the shop, Bie Han kept looking at him with a half-smile, Tang Zhuo couldn't help it, he touched his face to make sure there was nothing, and asked awkwardly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I think that little girl just now is quite interesting." Bie Han said, "The last time I met a fan of yours who also asked about your husband."

"Stop talking..." Tang Zhuojian covered his eyes, deeply regretting that he had to add such a text when posting the video.

He always does whatever he wants. He never thought about the consequences of sending a message, and sending whatever he is happy with, but he didn't expect this video to bring him so many embarrassing incidents. Now it's all right, I know His people all know that he has a husband, so it doesn't matter if he knows, he is pointing at Cold, but now he is recognized as Bie Han.

Bie Han stopped teasing him, looked at Tang Zhuojian's unlovable look, and suddenly thought of a piece of candy when he was playing a game, which inexplicably made him bear the title of "husband".

But these two people are different. Tang Zhuojian is the cool wind in the indoor air conditioner in summer, and a piece of candy is blown out of the air conditioner.

When others ridiculed him as Tang Zhuo's husband, at least they were not disgusted.

When Tang Zhuojian opened Weibo again after returning home that night, he saw that his video was forwarded to five figures, and the number of fans was also increased by a few thousand.

After swiping again, I found a Weibo of Aite's own, which was posted by the girl I met on Chunxi Road tonight. After seeing his accompanying post, Tang Zhuojian only hoped that Bie Han would not play Weibo, and he said My husband is really not cold!

Forget it... Tang Zhuojian was still thinking the moment before he fell asleep, and he had to write more serious words in the future.