Miss Bach's Crab Canon

It was noon, their dinner.

The firefighting criticism education was finally over, and after being freed, the bosses called the bosses to have a dinner together for all departments and responsibilities of the company, and they had to discuss this matter thoroughly.

They either wear suits or leather shoes, or they dress up with personality. People in music companies are like this, and it doesn't matter what they look like.

Many people looked at the music director, because the wind blowing from the lower floor had already reached their ears.

In an expensive and high-end restaurant, the music director, who has always been high-profile and never leaves his cigarette, now subconsciously sits at the last seat.All high-level officials are aware that the so-called rumors may really be problematic.

The atmosphere was extremely stiff, and the high-level personnel's eye contact was chaotic. Even if the dishes were ready, they could only wait for the boss to speak.

Discuss why things happened, how to overcome difficulties, accountability, rectification, fines...these are all up to the boss to decide.

However, before that——

The boss suddenly took out his mobile phone, his expression suddenly changed, and his seriousness was terrifying.

Even the waiter standing at the door, who wanted to refill the tea, was startled by the silent ferocity, froze in place, and quickly ran out of their private room.

The strange thing is that not only the boss, but also people took out their mobile phones one after another, either explicitly or secretly.

In such a serious meal, it is very rude to take out your mobile phone.Therefore, they all looked apologetic and complained, wanting to see who called or sent a message.

But after reading the content, their expressions also changed suddenly, as scary as the boss.

All eyes were on the music director.

Then--

"My daughter texted me."

The boss spoke to him in a calm, rainy voice.

"She is studying at the Berklee College of Music, learning piano and organ. She is my proud daughter. But one of her teachers, not long ago, gave her a contract and asked her...whether she wants to sign with our company, Party A's representative On it, write your name."

"...boss, this... this..."

The boss's ten thick fingers were intertwined, his eyes seemed to swallow people up.

Except for him, the director knocked on the table with his knuckles: "My wife is recuperating in the villa and preparing for the second child, but a paper airplane landed in the yard and came in. My wife opened it and saw that it was a contract. Don't sign a contract with our company...do you see?"

The technical director slammed the teacup against the wall: "My daughter-in-law's online store customer service was bombarded with news and asked if she wanted to sign a contract with our company. Fuck you, she thought something was suddenly popular, and now it's being sold. Make things difficult for me."

Accusations like these, like a symphony that failed to mix, lingered endlessly in the private room.

The music director touched his hand, its coldness and paleness made people feel unrealistic.His mobile phone actually received messages from several girlfriends at the same time——

"You are finally willing to make me a star, I have already signed the contract, love you!"

After the quarrel, the boss quelled the commotion with a teacup thrown at the table.

"I heard that your hometown has been developing well recently? The air is good, the rhythm is slow, and people's hearts are cultivated." His tone became calm, "There is a word called returning to your hometown, do you think?"

……

Gao Yiyu didn't have a good lunch, mainly because he regretted letting Joannis watch too much TV.

Joannis watched too many shopping advertisements because of saving her wealth and didn't buy a noble membership that is free of advertisements. Now she is already asking how to place an order.

That set of very useful all-round kitchen knife, that set of glass cleaning set that is easy to clean, imported milk powder suitable for domestic babies, financial management channels, etc... All these make Joannis's heart beat, even if she doesn't know that it is What.

What frightens Gao Yiyu is that the recording studio has a top-level piano that is in perfect condition and can even be used as a museum alone, but Joannis is addicted to TV shopping. " electronic organ.

To make matters worse, Daphne even smiled and placed an order for her...

Ugh.

After lunch, Joannis continued to follow the drama, while Daphne communicated with Gao Yiyu with her eyes, which finally turned into a smile.

Throughout the morning, Gao Yiyu witnessed the whole process of Daphne's attack, and even made some comments.

Well, actually "stopping" is more precise.

Otherwise, Daphne's prank is not just about issuing contracts to those people's relatives and friends.

The Internet age is very convenient. As long as you spend money and know how to communicate, some people will listen to the gimmick of "performance art" and do something they don't think is "dangerous" to strangers.

In addition, reports from foreigners are executed so efficiently in this country...

Daphne and Gao Yiyu did not seek help from Jialina, or the local family of the patron, because it was just a trivial matter.The identities of bards and ancient Greek goddesses should not be consumed cheaply here, and they both understand this truth.

But even so, because of a coincidence, I made a small deal with people from the Organ Association...

The organ teacher who taught at the Berkeley Conservatory of Music was also one of the people who was hired with a high salary to participate in the construction.

The students in that university are basically smart and wealthy people, and it is difficult for people on the Internet to trick them into doing simple pranks.Therefore, Daphne can only find this organ teacher.

Fortunately, the other party readily accepted.

The other party didn't mind if it was a prank or harmful behavior, he just wanted to hear Gao Yiyu again—no, Joannis's organ performance.

Fortunately, it can be done.

Because the second piece for organ has been recorded and is about to be completed.

Daphne and Gao Yiyu didn't discuss this trivial matter in the morning. After smiling at each other, they made opening remarks with other topics.

"Shall we go to record in the afternoon?" Gao Yiyu played the air guitar a few times.

"It's clear that I'm going to have a holiday today..."

"Because the last 2 minutes are improvised, I really want to play it."

Improvisation - that's what all soloists love most.

The total length of this second song is 21 minutes. Joannis wrote countless great content in the first 19 minutes. In fact, their recording is also very good.In the last 2 minutes of the third part of the song, it is the classic way of ending with electric guitar and vocals.

Ioannis would use a synthesizer and play unobtrusive keyboard accompaniment.

Meow Meow will play light rhythm.

Daphne will use soft sound sources, add bass, various orchestral music, ethnic instruments, electronic music, decorative sounds...

But all of these are just accompaniments, things born for the main theme.

The sheet music provided by Joannis is blank, and what wanders in the staff is not notes, but a concise word.

"you."

She no longer bound Gao Yiyu with music, but set her free and gave her wings.

It’s just that Daphne must be sung, otherwise the electric guitar alone will still be too thin for 2 minutes, and it will become a solo track instead of avant-garde rock.

This is also a gift from Joannis to Daphne. She knows how complicated the recording and post-production work Daphne is responsible for.

"Okay, let's go then."

They are in a good mood and have thoughts that they want to improvise through music.

And - exactly the same.

……

The next day, all recording work was declared over.

All the dry sounds of the second song were approved by Daphne, and then handed over to Ioannis for approval.

Especially the impromptu melody in the last 2 minutes.

Whenever you close your eyes and put on headphones, you can perceive "beauty" from the guitar and singing.

The electric guitar cuts to clean notes at times, playing standard chords like folk and classical.

Sometimes it shows the sweet overtones and a string of gems that are tapped at high speed.

Sometimes it will fall silent again, using reverb to lure people into the universe.

But in the end, it will return to the essence, return to distortion, return to wah, return to the timbre that countless people recall, and play the solo that is hidden in Gao Yiyu's heart and inherited from countless band predecessors.

Daphne, on the other hand, used her original voice, a dreamy voice that seemed to have no upper limit and lower limit of the range, and it was suspected that it was not human, to accompany the guitarist.

The content she sang was not fixed, sometimes it was poems in the dialect of the city-state of Athens from her childhood, and sometimes it was the words of ancient Roman kings before their death that did not exist in any history books.Sometimes it is her heart's voice, without words, but humming as she pleases.

In that timbre, there is not only the enthusiasm of "victory" she symbolizes, but also the art of "poetry" she symbolizes.

After they finished burning themselves, Gao Yiyu lay on the ground, covered his body with his guitar and sweat, and wanted to say something that could become a famous saying...for example...

"This is not the pinnacle of my destiny", "I am both the strings and the pick", "My music is the stars, and I am the universe".

In fact, she was secretly thinking about this on various nights. Men always want to say something shameful and embarrassing, but they still have to say it at a heroic moment.

But at that time, there was only one thing on her mind.

That is to face the good band partner who is also burning out and lying on the ground panting——

"Hahahaha you still have to do the mixing, I'm already liberated."

In this way, Gao Yiyu and Joannis were forced to empathize with her and help her in the recording studio...

Up to now, two days and two nights have passed.

Gao Yiyu borrowed a blanket from the house of a female coffee classmate, because today he has to spend the night in the recording studio, and he can't stay up all night with enthusiasm like yesterday, and he must have a place to sleep.

Fortunately, it is not late autumn yet, as long as the girls are close to each other and huddled in the corner, they can sleep warmly all night.

Daphne, on the other hand, has been solidly working in the later stage until now.

In progressive rock, long songs longer than 20 minutes are not uncommon, but their production difficulty is much more difficult than a normal album with 7 or 8 4-minute songs.Because of the amount of information in 20 minutes, there are actually 60 minutes.

When the sound mixer makes the master tape, he has to consider all the details. After all, most passages have rich orchestration.Fortunately, the recorded dry sound was of high quality, otherwise Daphne would have started destroying the world.

What Gao Yiyu and Joannis can do is to support her here.

"Ioannis, your music is the type that can help improve efficiency. Can you play some fugue to help her improve efficiency?"

"Okay... yes yes, but is she wearing earphones and there is glass between us?"

"...Looks like it's time for me to go to bed too." It's a shame to let Joannis find something wrong.

"But if you want to hear it, I can play you a lullaby all night long."

"Then I won't be able to sleep all night, and I'll just sit at the piano and listen."

While talking to each other, the two of them walked slowly towards the corner of the recording studio, ready to continue under the blanket.

It's just—"It's okay, I can put you to sleep." An unexpected guest came quietly.

Or rather, she has always been there.

It is the black fog that makes the night darker, it is the voice that curses everything, and it is also the footsteps that run through history.

The tritone, the demon of history, started from the gold coin and arrived in the world.

"Hi, Deli Dolly." Gao Yiyu raised his hand in greeting.

"Hello, the little bastard who makes me overdraw every time."

"...You, you are so kind."

Deli Duoli ignored the contractor and saluted Joannis with sincerity and humility: "It's an honor to hear your music again... Our greatest musician... Lord Joannis .”

"Hello, historical demon." Joannis was also very polite, approaching the group of black mist called Delidori, "Your coming means..."

"Yes, I will fulfill the agreement—name your work."

Suddenly, the eyes of the three turned backwards at the same time.

there--

Tired, satisfied, confident and smiling, Daphne looked down at all of them.

She doesn't need to say a word.

Just yawn.

Raise your hand.

And neatly - waving a thumb.

Point to the computer.

Demons, humans, ghosts, they will run.

Leave at the beginning of the month!

Like the title, full attendance in October!November should be too.