What to do when you dress like an idol [Entertainment]

After talking with Meng Chang, Lin Jingyang came to Jiang Rui's office. Jiang Rui stood in front of the desk, put a pair of earphones on the table, and looked at Lin Jingyang who was standing aside: "Come and listen."

Lin Jingyang put the earphones on her head, pressed the play button, and took off the earphones after listening for a while.

"This song is going to be the title song of your new album. Now it's popular to make original songs to pay for yourself. It's impossible for you to write a song. Even if you ask the gunman to sign it, no one will believe it. When the time comes, find someone to write the lyrics. , the lyricist writes you, and this album will be sold as original when the time comes."

Lin Jingyang frowned: "Isn't it still looking for the shooter?"

Jiang Rui looked at Lin Jingyang inscrutablely: "You write two sentences and have someone modify them for you. Add them and say that you participated in the creation. Is there anything wrong?"

"Brother Jiang." Lin Jingyang looked at Jiang Rui: "Who said I can't write songs?"

Jiang Rui was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Lin Jingyang said to Jiang Rui: "I want to write the songs for this album myself."

Jiang Rui didn't react for a long time, as if he was listening to some Arabian Nights, his voice was full of smiles, mocking the kind: "You said you want to write songs yourself? Don't you just enroll in a class and make yourself stupid Right? Do you know how long those real singer-songwriters have studied? Do you know that many of them are from majors and have learned musical instruments since they were children? Lin Jingyang, do you still remember that you didn’t finish high school?"

Jiang Rui's series of questions pierced his heart, all of which were as unceremonious as thorns. They were the kind of tone that looked down on Lin Jingyang who was opposite him from the bottom of his heart. After Jiang Rui finished speaking a series of words, he stood there unmoved: "I don't like this DEMO, I don't want to record it."

The DEMO given by Jiang Rui is actually not a high level of composition, and it sounds catchy, but it is actually a genre that was popular more than ten years ago.

Judging from the well-known composer Ji Qingchuan's aesthetics of the song, it is natural to look down on it.

Jiang Rui was really amused by Lin Jingyang's anger: "You still don't like it? Don't blame me to be honest. No matter how bad the song is for you to record, it's just ruining that song. Can you sing well?"

"Can you sing well, haven't you seen it all?"

It took Jiang Rui a few seconds to realize that Lin Jingyang was talking about his performance in the sound war. Even if Jiang Rui looked down on Lin Jingyang, he had to admit that Lin Jingyang's performance in the first period was perfect.

Jiang Rui choked, Lin Jingyang has always been a waste that the mud can't support the wall, he will believe whatever he says, and he will do that, but now Lin Jingyang is always against himself, as if he wants to get out of the quagmire. Is it the same as breaking free, and, he really did it, just moving out of the quagmire bit by bit.

What is the reason for all this?

Jiang Rui was a little puzzled. As a materialist, no matter how much he thought about it, he would never think that Lin Jingyang was brought back from a dead body, but Jiang Rui knew that no matter what, he had to hold Lin Jingyang, a little loach in the mud, firmly in his hands.

"Even if you can sing well? Can you write well? Don't you want to change? Listen to me and write your name in the lyrics column obediently."

"There is no paper in this world that can hold fire." Lin Jingyang said.

"It's just not enough chips." He looked at Lin Jingyang: "You listen to me, you are always right, aren't you?"

Listen to you ghost, Lin Jingyang's current road is crooked into a mountain road with eighteen bends.

"It doesn't matter what you say about it." Jiang Rui said firmly.

"Then I said, does it count?"

Jiang Rui paused when he heard the sound, and looked towards the door. Meng Chang pushed the door open and came in. In Meng Chang's eyes, Jiang Rui's door didn't seem to exist. With Jiang Rui, Meng Chang was always very good. He finally realized the fact that he was the biggest boss of this building.

Jiang Rui was always like a temperless clay figurine in front of Meng Chang, he respectfully said: "President Meng."

Meng Chang casually went to sit behind Jiang Rui's desk, grabbed Jiang Rui's earphones and pressed the play button to listen for more than ten seconds, then pulled off the earphones vigorously and threw them on the table, frowning: "What rubbish."

Jiang Rui opened his mouth, but did not speak.

Meng Chang looked at Jiang Rui and said, "Lin Jingyang told me that he wanted to write songs by himself, and I have already agreed to him."

"But Mr. Meng, his level...should not be enough to support an album."

Meng Chang picked up the earphone and shook it: "Is this thing up to the level?" He looked at Lin Jingyang again: "Tell him."

Lin Jingyang looked at Jiang Rui with a smile: "Brother Jiang, Mr. Meng has already made an agreement with me. As long as the music I make satisfies and approves him, he will allow me to compose for the new album myself."

History is always strikingly similar.

Jiang Rui felt that one day he would be mad at Meng Chang and Lin Jingyang together.

He took a deep breath and made his tone as respectful and calm as possible: "Since Mr. Meng said so, then I have nothing to say."

Meng Chang got up and came to Lin Jingyang: "Then, I'm looking forward to your work."

Lin Jingyang nodded.

Meng Chang got up and left Jiang Rui's office. Jiang Rui took a deep look at Lin Jingyang: "I learned to move Mr. Meng out?"

Lin Jingyang stretched her waist, seemingly unintentionally said: "Where is it, as part-time workers, of course we must do our best to create benefits for the boss, so as not to lose our jobs. Don't you think so, brother Jiang?"

Jiang Rui looked at Lin Jingyang and said nothing.

After many waves of publicity and preheating, the first episode of the much-anticipated Sound Wars is finally about to start broadcasting.

Lin Jingyang was the fifth to appear on the stage. After listening to the singing of the first four people, the audience was ready to be tortured by Lin Jingyang.

On the TV screen, when the host announced that Lin Jingyang would be the next contestant, the audience burst out laughing out of embarrassment, and Shanhai TV released everything without any editing.

The light dimmed for a few seconds, then the dark red light came on, and a figure came up from the dim light.

Lin Jingyang is wearing a well-tailored black windbreaker. His waist is very thin, but it is not the kind that breaks when folded. It is a waistline that has been trained to be both ornamental and powerful. His shoulders seem to be measured with a ruler. The same straight, beautiful waistline is wrapped in a black silk shirt, and then down, all the way down to the black belt, abstinent but full of temptation, a pair of long and straight legs are wrapped in black trousers , and stepped on a pair of black motorcycle boots.

With straight shoulders, a straight back, and straight legs, this outfit fully demonstrated the advantages of his figure.

Wearing a suit of black, his steps are neat and free, and he is extremely rustic.

He went to stand in front of the wheat stand, with the corners of his mouth curled up, and his smile was a little domineering and flirtatious. He raised his finger and made a neat acquaintance, and the music started.

It's the prelude of the maverick pig, but it's not the same as the original song. The original song is cheerful and relaxed. This version is much thicker. Listening to the prelude, it seems that it is not a pop song, but the soundtrack of some epic blockbuster Same.

As the chorus draws near, the drums get heavier and heavier, as if reaching a critical point.

Lin Jingyang ended the section A of the song with a transition. He took off the microphone in his hand with a rather handsome movement, and kicked the microphone stand aside neatly.

At the same moment, people have a premonition that the main event will be next.

Sure enough, the song reached its climax in the next moment.

The chorus part was originally the happiest part. It was about Jack finally escaping from the slaughterhouse and gaining freedom. It was so high-pitched that one could almost see the bulging veins on his straight neck, his voice almost penetrated the audience, and some even stood up with him and sang together.

The audience began to shake their heads along with the tune.

In the second half, it was the fate of Jack being adopted but being massacred. Lin Jingyang did not change the joyful tune of the original song, but on the basis of cheerfulness, this version seemed more mysterious and weirder.

Lin Jingyang's voice was sweet and hoarse, like a bard in an old medieval tavern.

"Where is my body?"

"I saw."

The corner of Lin Jingyang's lips curled up, revealing a coquettish smile, and finished singing the last line of the lyrics.

"We are one, we are in harmony."

He bowed neatly, and walked down the stage without a trace of nostalgia.

The camera cut to the auditorium, and at the same time, there was loud applause.

In the hotel room, Lin Jingyang and Qian Hao were watching this episode of the program together, and the second episode of the recording battle was going to be tomorrow, so they came to Shanhai City one day earlier.

At the end of Lin Jingyang's show, Qian Hao yelled, and was reminded by Lin Jingyang that there was an old senior behind him. After watching the show, he finally broke out: "Ah, brother, you are so awesome! I and You said you must be number one!" He excitedly took out his phone and flipped through it: "It must be blowing up on Weibo! Let me show you!"

"Hey, this one will boast, it's not your fan, it's a big V."

——After listening to Lin Jingyang's maverick pig, I am amazed, what kind of person can compose such a song, originally a private FM pushed me a song, and I thought it was LOW. The arrangement is so advanced, this routine song that originally used universal chords, but became popular because of the novelty of the lyrics, was changed into a rock version. The arranger used the same universal chords to play new tricks. The layers are progressive, the layers are rich but not complicated, it is really full of imagination.If I have the chance, I really want to meet this arranger. "

Qian Hao read this comment word by word, and said to Lin Jingyang: "You really have vision, brother, he wants to know you."

Lin Jingyang smiled: "Judging from the tone, it seems that I don't know that I made it up."

Qian Hao was taken aback for a moment before he realized it. He glanced at this Weibo again, and scolded with a smile, "What a fool, it was stated at the very beginning that you were the one who adapted it."

He flipped back again, and found a comment, with a smile on his face: "Look, there's a smart guy here."

——In the beginning, I listened to the combination of Lin Jingyang and the maverick pig with a curious mind. Damn, what kind of goddamn fairy arrangement is this? Going to the battlefield, after listening to it, I immediately searched for information on the arrangement, but what the hell did I see? ?Lin Jingyang, my mother? ?I'm kneeling on the ground to type these words now, I'm going to continue the cycle if I don't talk about it.

Qian Hao smacked his lips: "Brother, your song must be popular, for sure."

Qian Hao happily swiped, and reported the rainbow farts of passers-by to Lin Jingyang, and he reported all his fans, and he would ah ah ah, no passer-by would blow it.

Brushing, Qian Hao's smile froze on his face, he jumped up from the stool: "Fuck!"

Lin Jingyang is also checking Weibo, but he is checking Lu Yang's news, Lin Jingyang is actually Lu Yang's big fan, his Weibo account is called Qingchuan, this Weibo once wrote a song for Lu Yang, and it is still considered popular The cheering song was offered by Lu Yang's fan circle as a god-level wife.

But precisely because of this, his atypical fan circle, who doesn't fight, doesn't make data, and only spends money silently can interact with many of Lu Yang's big fans, and get information from the circle of friends who follow each other on Weibo. Many unknown gossip, such as Lin Jingyang's, and Wang Le's.

Lin Jingyang was slipping into a very interesting circle of friends in Taiyang. When Qian Hao called out, he turned his eyes away from the phone, propped his head and asked Qian Hao: "What's wrong?"

Qian Hao said angrily: "This person actually said that you are looking for a gunman!!"