The Idol Group and the Crown

When the six of them packed up their bedding and changed their clothes, it was more than half an hour outside.

The assistant brewed a cup of Beigang Maojian for the Taoist. Uncle Jiang chose to drink latte. The coffee machine continued to stir the beans in the kitchen.

The boys sat on the sofa one after another, and Long Ji extended his hand to help Huo Jian push his back obliquely.

"Let me introduce," Uncle Jiang said, "This is a famous Taoist priest in the circle, Zheng Daochang."

The middle-aged man sitting opposite him wore overalls and a gray jacket, and he held a gossip compass.

"Good way..." The boys sparsely said.

Zheng Daochang nodded slightly, still reading their horoscopes.

"Today I asked Zheng Dao to come over, just to set the date for your debut." Uncle Jiang said solemnly: "This kind of thing is so sloppy."

Bo Jue whispered: "True superstition."

Long Ji stretched out his hand to cover his mouth: "They are still here."

"Haha, this little young man said yes." Zheng Daochang was not annoyed and said generously: "Your business has always been a superstitious place."

"Have you ever heard such a sentence," Uncle Jiang turned out the lighter and said: "Xiaohong leans on the support, Dahong leans on the life, and is strongly condemned."

"Some people are good, but they either have poor resources or they go the wrong way, and they have no strength in their entire life."

"Some people are poor and white when they first enter the industry, and somehow they became popular for a few years. Do you say this is not mysterious?"

"--There are so many people who look good and sing, and why are they so popular?"

Huo Jian's arms were numbed last night, and he was still rubbing his muscles at this time: "Someone really has a kid?"

"Gu Mantong, Bai Xian, Hu Xian, Liu Xian, believe in everything." Uncle Jiang snapped the lighter and looked at Zheng Daochang with a respectful face: "This master who can't get out of the mountain easily, I beg my grandpa to tell grandma Only invited people out."

Zheng Daochang put the book together and got up to pinch their cheekbones and brow bones.

"Offended, I look at the bones."

Bo Jue didn't like being touched by strangers, and he subconsciously tried to avoid it. He was pressed back by Shu Jiang's eyes.

Zheng Daochang doesn't seem to be touching people at all. It's like looking at the structure through the flesh. The six boys touched them one by one, and their movements were very formal.

After he finished his estimation, he sat back on the sofa and calculated it. He simply said: "The result is similar to what I calculated last time."

"February 14 is the best day next year, and we will have to wait for 2014 again."

"February 14?" Uncle Jiang surprised: "On this day next year?"

"Just this one." Zheng Daochang's notebook is still counted in other years, and the draft has been written for several pages. Zhangkou is a sentence of Hetu Luoshu's judgment: "Shenguang Yueqinglong, rich in wealth and joy, seeks everything, Hengcai is also booming."

Uncle Jiang heard that Caiyun Wangcheng was not so happy, and patted his knee and said, "What about fortune?"

"Everyone is more prosperous, Xiu Yan overcomes the evil, see Gui'an Yingzhai, everything is the same." Taoist **** is in the road: "In the past six years, you are divided, the combination is prosperous, you can be together Just one piece."

After listening to Uncle Jiang, he was overjoyed: "What do you mean by six years?"

"Is the number of years particular?" Huo Jian curiously asked.

"I'm counting the lucky year," the Taoist looked at him. "From 2012 to 2018, it was a big fleeting year for you group. By 19 years, it will change the fortune, and it will have to be recalculated depending on the situation."

Uncle Jiang understood these things around the door of the numerology, patting the armrest of the sofa: "Do you know what six years mean?"

"I have also stayed in the entertainment industry for decades, and I will tell you--" Uncle put up three fingers and continued to speak in front of the Taoist: "Don't care what kind of people and what combination can be connected for three years. It’s already the ancestral tomb that blesses the purple smoke of God and the bodhisattva is blessing.

The speed of this line of replacement is too fast. Every year, tens of thousands of people have broken their heads and want to squeeze in. There are only a few who can be famous for a long time.

Zheng Daochang came up and allocated them directly for six years. As an agent, he could wake up laughing after listening to dreams.

Taking advantage of the master's skill in writing and drawing again, Uncle Jiang took a sip of coffee and continued to stress: "Corona group, we have been going for long-term planning."

Selecting and developing from teenagers, we must break the three-year curse and take a long-term route to make a myth of the industry.

Zheng Daochang counted a few numbers, and Zhenger sat down in a serious way and continued: "I have a few words to say."

Uncle Jiang bowed the waist and poured tea to the senior: "You just talk."

"The result I calculated is either the original situation of your business, and it is a non-controversial move." Zheng Daochang said slowly: "Right and wrong are also wealth, depending on how you treat it. Yes, there will be all."

This is exactly what they said during the meeting before the New Year.

The teenagers glanced at each other, and nodded half incomprehensiblely.

Uncle Jiang quickly calmed down and nodded respectfully.

"I remember, I will educate them on this matter."

"Then I won't stay much, and I wish you a happy new year, Peng Cheng Wanli."

After Jiang Shu sent Zheng Daochang downstairs, Huo Jian rubbed his face and said, "I still feel a little superstitious..."

"Actually, there is also a scientific basis?" Chi Ji was looking at the mobile calendar: "It was not only Valentine's Day, but also just after the New Year, and there were many people watching TV shows. It was indeed appropriate."

They didn't talk a few words, the spring-faced agent rushed back again, beckoning the table: "Bring paper to paper!"

Long Ji handed the pen and paper with a toothbrush, and Uncle Jiang raised the pen and wrote, actually arranging this year's schedule for them.

"Your regular training class this year will all reduce the burden, and the level of assessment will be the same as last year. The focus will be on the album."

The black pen draws a table and cuts a whole year into three pieces.

January to June: Determine the theme of the album-compose lyrics-arranger-record accompaniment-practice recording

June to August: choreographer design mv design and director run-in to determine the shooting plan

September to October: mv shooting photo shooting album complete production

October to December: Final preparations for variety rehearsal before debut

In fact, the agent has already set a similar debut period, and Zheng Daochang's judgment today is a double shot, and wrote all the drafts in his heart again.

"Look, uncle, it's over in January--" Xie Lianyun covered his head with both hands: "At least twelve songs for an album?!"

"I'm very forgiving," Uncle Jiang was just pulling out a lighter, and now he had a cigarette addiction: "Five months, we will leave half a month for revision and adjustment, and half for rehearsal recording. Month, you still have four months to sing, isn’t it just right."

Huo Jiansi thought: "Almost every seven or eight days, but still need to count the time of accompaniment and arrangement..."

Mei Shengyao slumped to the side with his pillow: "Are we going to work early?"

"Then you are looking for outsourcing?" Uncle Jiang said with a lighter. "How many brothers are I waiting for?"

Everyone unanimously said: "No outsourcing!!!"

"Okay, then you talk first." Uncle Jiang smiled and stood up: "The first round of the demo demo will be held on March 1, hurry up."

"March 1?!!!"

The old fox had already written the script, waiting for them to jump in step by step from the first day of the new year, and came back to knock on the door shortly after going out.

Xie Lianyun also took an ink pen and told the companion on the small whiteboard the specific process of the album. When he heard the door ringing, he hurried over and opened the door: "What's wrong?"

Uncle Jiang tapped the door twice with his back. There were four staff members carrying the camera next to him. He put the tripod in the three corners of the high school and low room of the living room, and put two gopros.

"There are also two in the piano room and the sound chamber." Jiang Shu directed: "Under the arrangement of lighting spots, is the light source here OK?"

Huo Jian thought they would come in and shoot, subconsciously: "Don't you tell us in advance?"

"Young man, don't be nervous." Jiang Shu said with a flue: "When the stand is ready, go away. When you change places to write an album, take gopro and continue shooting, leaving more material."

"What do you do with this?" Mei Shengyao asked curiously, "cut into the tidbit behind the disc?"

"Of course not." Jiang Shu took the pen from Xie Liyun and stooped to write a web address in the gap of the whiteboard.

www.corona.com

"This is your official forum, just set it up this year." He said meaningfully: "You will write the audio and video materials of the album, we will send a professional post-department to edit it into a leading variety, and release a part when the album comes out. Put a part."

Huo Jian subconsciously said: "This way you can warm up--"

"And each album will carry a character card, and a different electronic code will be printed on the back." Uncle Jiang smoked a cigarette, one satisfied: "Ordinary members can upgrade to silver members by conventional electronic codes, unlock more benefits, good luck You can get the gold code and platinum code, and you can see the single thank you video you recorded."

Everyone: ...!

Before the sheep are born, they begin to poke the wool. Is it poisonous to do business or uncle Jiang? !

When Uncle Jiang and the staff were all gone, the six of them got together again.

Huo Jian dragged another whiteboard, followed the flow chart written by Xie Lianyun to arrange the schedule, and consciously hosted: "First determine the album theme."

"How about animals?" Long Ji said: "I like animals."

"...I think you are like an animal." Bo Juliang said coolly.

"Find a style?"

"Rely on fashion?"

They didn't make a circle around the edge. I don't know who asked first: "We are called the crown, what are our fans?"

Huo Jian thought without hesitation: "Gem."

The crown and the gems are accompanied by each other, and they have each other from beginning to end, sharing the same light and glory.

"Little gem?" Long Ji tried to call out: "It's pretty cute?"

"English transliteration is nice," Mei Shengyao laughed. "That's it."

"Then we can do this," Chi Ji said, pressing his hands on the table. "Just treat the first album as a gift to fans and use the songs inside to talk to them?"

"How about the album's name "Jeguang"?" Bo Ju took the pen and wrote down the name, and he sketched the album cover next to him: "Then the cover happened to be the six of us holding jewelry together..."

"Will only the jewel not write the crown win the title?"

"It doesn't matter," Huo Blade smiled. "The gem is embedded in the crown to be seen."

"Yes! I think so!"

Xie Liyun stood beside him with a confused look.

"Why are you so skilled?"

-2-

After the theme and intentions were fixed, the matter of writing songs was put on the agenda.

Xie Lianyun entered the line early, and has won several songs before and after, which is the most clear about this matter.

He was holding a glass jug to pour lemonade for everyone. Youzao said: "Although people can get red by the face and body, but sooner or later they will grow old and ugly-I really want to rely on the work for long-term redness."

Works are the things that have been favored by time for the longest time.

"A lot of people only have to sing a red song, and they won't worry about eating forever."

Huo Jian took the pot to help him pour water, and asked casually: "Does it have a secret to write a hit song?"

"Yes. Of course." Xie Liyun's eyes are very divine: "Look how red you want to be."

"The easiest one is to write simple rhythm with simple lyrics, so that the kindergarten children can understand."

"In other words, the better the soil, the better."

——I love you, love you, just like a mouse loves rice.

——I am beautiful, beautiful, I am drunk, drunk, you are the most beautiful rose in my life.

Bo Jue shook his head decisively: "Let me sing this kind of song and I will buy a ticket and go home."

"What anxious." Xie Liyun stretched out his hand and pushed the glasses frame, said in a positive way: "The second kind is the functional song."

"You have to think clearly about its singing scene before writing."

Huo Jian immediately said: "For example, the kind of confession or singing after falling out of love?"

"This is the most popular reason for love songs." Xie Lianyun agreed and nodded: "It is very functional and suitable for a wide range of people. As long as the melody is written, it will quickly become popular."

"There is a third kind." Long Ji looked at him and said: "Hi song."

The lyrics should be hi, the rhythm is going to be blown up. After listening to it, I will wash my head and want to shake my legs, and listen to it like the Vita Lemon Tea.

Xie Lianyun narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Dudes often go to nightclubs before?"

Long Ji looked at Bo Juezheng and said: "I am only eighteen years old and still a child."

Bo Jue knocked on his head: "You are quite skilled in drinking, I still can't see it?"

Huo Jian is straightforward and writes about several popular application scenarios on the vacancy of the whiteboard.

[Confession] [showing love in love]

【Fallen Love】【Crush Love】【Inspirational Chicken Blood】

...

"Let's divide up the work and write three to try the water first," he confirmed one by one: "The first is the slow song when you fall in love--"

Long Ji and Chi Ji raised their hands at the same time: "dibs!"

"And the little love song in secret?"

Mei Shengyao raised his hand: "Thank you and I for writing! He is so sullen, he has written two hits before!"

Xie Lianyun was dissatisfied and said: "I can be popular in any type I write, your attribution is not necessary at all."

"The title song I just thought about a topic called "Your Crown"." Huo Jian solicited their opinions: "This is also more humble, there are gems in the album, the title song is the crown, you can echo back and forth."

"What style do you want to take the title song?" Xie Lianyun asked.

"Flamed confession song, you can use this as a composer motive." Huo Blade stretched out his hands and quickly took three shots: "co!ro!na!"

"Is it very rhythmic?"

Other people's eyes light up and follow a few beats.

"We can add a rest at the turning point of the aria," Xie Lianyun immediately said: "In this way, the fans below will follow the roar rhythm while we breathe."

"It just happened, let's say I just wrote two sentences at random." Huo Jian picked up the pen and wrote a numbered musical notation in the corner of the corner: "And·······--"

Mei Shengyao quickly cos little fans quickly shouted the slogan: "co!ro!na!"

"Your·Emperor·Crown——"

"Co!ro!na!"

"At this time, I shouted with the microphone and let everyone sing along with us," Xie Lianyun squatted next to him to complement the instrumental accompaniment, seamlessly matching the improvised written arrangement: "Followed by the immediate transition to the hilarious chorus , Interspersed with a treble here?"

Long Li was already at the scene of the Naobu concert: "It will be very explosive."

"I followed Huo Huo to write this one," Bo Jue made a decisive decision: "Gogogo is working."

Xie Lianyun quickly said: "You can do it?"

"It's done," Bo Ju looked at him with a smile: "I usually listen to pop, don't underestimate me."

The six men immediately acted quickly in three ways, and there was nothing more than a day of sleeping or sleeping.

It's as if alive for the work is really alive.

Xie Lianyun and Mei Shengyao directly took the grand piano in the living room on the north. Huo Jian wrote a book in the study to help him change the composition of the bar. Long Ji took the electric guitar to Ji Ji and put on headphones. The two were singing. Find the melody side notation.

Although there is still a main lesson every day, writing songs has become the biggest fun.

To be precise, it is to write songs for the crown.

After they were fully involved, every day they ate completely by the captain ringing the bell to force the meal.

Basically, after reluctantly eating chicken breast and avocado salad, he turned around and ran to play the piano, and even took two bites and hit the melody with the knuckles on the table to find the score.

Long Sui is completely narcissistic. When he writes hi, he rushes into the Huo Blade bedroom with his guitar. He plays the demo at midnight and sings to him while knocking on the piano board.

Huo Jian, half asleep and half awake, remembered to nod: "It's nice, but the chorus is almost awkward, you try to change the lead."

Long Jia said in spirit: "I also feel that I will change it now!"

"You have to dance at seven in the morning--"

"Do you know, good night, Captain?"

Huo Jian wrote very well himself, and found out the sources of the rock bands that have been heard before and repeated the analysis of the source of the stunning feeling. The draft was changed from the first pass to the twelfth pass. Long Ji asked about the insertion area of ​​the bass sound effect, and was too reluctant to sleep at twelve o'clock.

The other two groups rushed around everyday, not only holding guitars on the 17th floor, writing songs on the rooftop window sill floor, but also sticking to teacher Zhong after the class did not leave, forcing him to listen to the demo in advance and then waiting expectantly. boast.

Zhong Fengyu's troubled ears quickly started to cocoon: "My God, I should have suggested that you go outsourcing."

Complaining, he still held paper and pen to help them grind a little bit.

"This cut is too fast, and there are electronic sound effects here..."

"What to add? How many songs did you write yourself and asked me what to add?"

By the time of the March 1 audition meeting, all the directors and project leaders were here. Uncle Jiang gave the position to President Qi and sat next to him to cover his nervousness with tea.

Huo Jian led five people in line and walked in, bowing neatly to them.

"Hello leaders and teachers, I'm cain, the team leader responsible for reporting results. Now I will give a brief explanation."

He didn't bring a manuscript, his eyes were bright and calm when he spoke, like a natural idol.

"We wrote a total of eight songs from January 28 to March 1."

"There are three confession songs, two lyric songs, and three love songs. There are four styles, six fast and two slow."

Uncle Jiang didn't expect the progress to be like this.

He shook his wrist while holding a thermos, thinking that this group of children would never write indiscriminately.

"Below we perform the title song of "Gemstone", "Your Crown"."

Huo Jian looked sideways at the assistant and nodded slightly, leading all the members to form a crown-shaped m-shaped formation in the open space, and five people stood on the center with one hand on the ground.

The sound of the glass beads rolling suddenly sounded, and it was scattered like gems.

The clang drums were summoned from far and near. Six people stepped on their heads and raised their heads forward, spreading their hands like flying wings.

"I'myourcorona."

They stood up suddenly, Huo Jian raised his hands on one knee and knelt down to open the lead vocalist, his arms and hands danced synchronously with the beat of the five, and the movements were neatly like their shadows with his back completely against his teammates.

"At this moment only you are in my eyes—"

"You who stubbornly love me deeply."

He has a very stable attack, and the smooth texture is unique and powerful.

The next second he turned to hide in the team, Mei Sheng slipped forward, led the five people to tremble and hooked his hands back to the pace, with a look like the little phoenix coming out of the fire.

"The dark snowstorms in the mountains are not enough to shake my heart that I want to see you."

Bo Jue and Chi Ji stepped forward in the central area, once again replacing the visual center.

"My soul is a gem."

"It is fragile and tough, only because this moment shines eternally."

The cello and piano sounded low, and the four like diamond-shaped gems fell back again. Xie Lianyun and Long Ji raised their right hands simultaneously, and the long tone seemed to seduce.

"-- Just wait for your order!"

The six returned to the crown formation. They danced like black and white pieces on the chessboard. The sense of order was fully integrated into the burning rhythm. Everyone's eyes were extremely open, and the sense of aggression was unobstructed.

It's a courtship, a conqueror, a beast waiting to be domesticated.

"I'm yours,"

"Only · One · Emperor · Crown——"

The male hormones are violently diffused unscrupulously. Metal electronic sounds and bass sounds control the heartbeat speed of all the visitors silently, and the atmosphere is pushed to the highest point all the way.

When the last sound settled, Jiang Shu heard the rapid pumping of the female teacher beside him.

He pressed his brow and found that he was shaking his legs.

"Writing is very good, the dance is finished?" Qi President propped his chin, shaking his legs and watching them finish dancing, turning his head to look at Jiang Shu: "It's pretty up."

Jiang Shu responded blankly.

He felt this tone had to circulate in his mind today for one night.