The second recording was indeed perfect. Whether it was emotion, technique, or the transition between high and low, it was so natural that there were no flaws at all.
Zhao Guolun took off his headphones and gave him a thumbs up."Xiao Fan, not only is your voice golden, even your ears are golden. It seems like the heavens have placed all the good points on you alone. Look at you, your body is well-proportioned, your appearance is amazing, and your brain is also very agile. To describe it in one sentence, she was clearly good-looking, but she had to use her talent to conquer the world. You know, you're a winner in life.”
"It's not as good as you say. I'm only fifteen years old. It's still early to talk about life.”
"Alright, Old Zhao, now that Xiao Fan's song has been recorded, shouldn't you help me with it? Coincidentally, I have some inspiration. While it's still there, I'll try to pass it in one go.”
"Alright, alright, alright. Everyone's in high spirits now, so I'll help you settle it. Xiao Fan, just stay here and listen. Maybe you can find something that we can't. You have a pair of golden ears!”
"That's right, that's right. With a talented writer like Lil 'Fan around, we should be able to find the problem.”
He Fan said,"You guys praise me so highly. What if I fall down?!"”
"Don't worry, you won't fall. Okay, everyone, get ready. The recording will start soon.”
Wang Feng was a veteran in the music industry, so there was naturally no problem with his singing. Then what was the problem? In He Fan's opinion, it was because of the song itself. He Fan felt that the song that Wang Feng was singing now was too refreshing.
As expected, Wang Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly after he finished singing. It seemed that he had also realized that he was not suitable for this song.
Zhao Guolun was indeed a top-notch music producer. He hit the nail on the head and said,"Old Wang, actually you don't need to change your style. Isn't it good to keep your original style?”
Wang Feng smiled bitterly." The media has always criticized me for having a monotonous singing style, so I wanted to change it. I didn't expect this to be the result. It's really a miscarriage!" Am I destined to only sing heavy metal in this life?”
When He Fan heard Wang Feng's words, he felt a little strange. He remembered that the headline king of the original world didn't sing heavy metal. Could it be that Wang Feng hadn't walked another path yet?
While they were talking, He Fan took out his phone and searched for Wang Feng's songs in this world. He randomly clicked on a song and realized that the music style was indeed quite dry. Hence, he clicked on more than ten songs in a row, but he could not find a single similar song. At this moment, He Fan had no choice but to believe that apart from looking quite similar to the headliner Wang Feng, Wang Feng's musical style was completely different.
If Wang Feng were to sing that headline-grabbing song, would he feel anything?
"Xiao Fan, I saw that you listened to so many of Old Wang's songs just now. Did you notice something?”
"Well, I can't say for now, but if Brother Feng doesn't mind, I'd like you to sing a song I wrote.”
Wang Feng's eyes lit up when he heard that. He and Zhao Guolun looked at each other and remembered the notebook in He Fan's backpack.
" Why would I mind?" Wang Feng hurriedly said." It's my honor to be able to sing a song written by you, Lil Fan."”
He Fan smiled and didn't say anything. He opened his backpack and took out a notebook. He flipped through a few pages and then took out one and handed it to Wang Feng beside him.
Wang Feng realized that at least half of the notebook had something written on it. If it was a song, there were probably dozens or hundreds of them.
Seeing He Fan put away the notebook again, Wang Feng began to observe the manuscript in his hand.
The first thing he saw was two words: presence
Then, there were the lyrics.
Many people were walking, but they were stuck in the same spot.
How many people were alive, but it was as if they were dead.
How many people loved each other, but they seemed to be separated.
Many people laughed, but their eyes were filled with tears.
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Who knows where we should go
Who knows what life has become
Should I find an excuse to continue living?
Or spread your wings and fly away, stay angry
Who knows where we should dream
Who knows what dignity has become
Should I find a reason to go with the flow?
Or bravely move forward and break free from the cage
How should I exist?
As it was composed, Wang Feng started humming softly at the beginning and started singing loudly at the end. Although there was no background music and it was a cappella, the tearing cry and questioning were vividly expressed.
After singing once, Wang Feng was moved. He looked at He Fan with a sob and said excitedly,"Xiao Fan, is this really the song you want to sing for me? This really suits me. I feel like I've been singing for so many years just to wait for this song. Xiao Fan, I really don't know how to thank you." You, you're really my good brother. If anyone dares to bully you in the future, I'll be the first to fall.”
As Wang Feng spoke, he gripped the manuscript in his hand tightly as if he was holding a treasure map. He grabbed it so hard, wasn't he afraid that it would break?
Zhao Guolun saw how excited Wang Feng was and quickly advised,"Old Wang, calm down. Look at you. You've ruined Lil 'Fan's manuscript.”
"Ah!" Wang Feng looked at the manuscript in his hand. Indeed, he had scratched a crack in the middle. This made his heart ache so much that he looked everywhere for transparent tape.
"Xiao Fan, I'm sorry. I was too excited.”
"Brother Wang, it's okay. It's just a piece of paper.”
"This is not just a piece of paper. It depends on what is written on the paper. " Let's not talk about anything else. Just this calligraphy alone is an art. Xiaofan, I didn't expect your handwriting to be so beautiful."”
"Old Wang, don't you say that the word 'Xiaofan' is unique! If it was written with a brush, I believe it would look even better. Lil 'Fan, the more I understand you, the less I understand you."”
"Brother Zhao, what do you mean by tongue twister? The more I understand, the less I understand.”
"Alright, alright, Old Zhao, hurry up and help me record this song. I want to use all my skills to sing this song. Otherwise, I'll be letting down Xiao Fan's painstaking efforts.”
Zhao Guolun looked at his wrist and said,"There's no need to rush to record a song. Look at the time now. Xiaofan hasn't eaten since this morning. Shouldn't we treat Xiaofan to a good meal first?”
"Aiya, look at how anxious I am. Xiao Fan, let's go. Today, I'll take you to the most famous restaurant in Beijing to eat Beijing Roast Duck. You have to make a reservation for that place. Fortunately, I made a reservation yesterday!”
He Fan actually didn't want to go out and then come back again. He went back and forth and asked,"Do they provide home delivery? If it's possible, don't go out. Just order some takeout. It'll be more enjoyable for everyone to eat together.”
"Alright then, I'll ask."”
He Fan's luck had always been very good. Although the restaurant was busy, they still provided delivery services. They would only charge two yuan for the delivery fee.
Thank you, dear friends.
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