Chapter 105 Song Released
An EP is a so-called "mini-album" and usually contains between 3 and 5 songs.
Bian Ji plans to release three songs: one as a title track, one with a complementary style, and one that leans towards a niche genre.
This type of song release usually allows listeners to focus on the highlights and is also less costly.
Since it was his first time releasing a song, Bian Ji didn't know how the audience would react. He simply selected three songs from his many compositions and arranged and recorded them.
Are you really looking forward to my song release?
Hearing Lu Yinzhao's reaction, Bian Ji's eyebrows lifted slightly.
"Yeah, you're so good at writing songs and singing, it's such a waste that I'm the only one listening to you." Of course, Lu Yinzhao wouldn't tell anyone that she knew Bian Ji would become an all-around singer in the future.
"There's nothing to regret..."
Because at first he only wanted to sing for Lu Yinzhao.
But he knew that Lu Yinzhao wanted him to become more dazzling, so he was willing to work hard to reach that highest point.
Bian Ji didn't know when it started, but he had become somewhat vain.
He longed to hear Lu Yinzhao cheering for his success by his side.
What he enjoyed most about winning awards in every competition was not the moment of the award ceremony, but seeing Lu Yinzhao's happy and excited expression after he left the competition venue.
"Brother, when are you going to release a song?"
"tomorrow."
Bian Ji handed over his phone. "Do you want to listen? You can listen now."
Unexpectedly, Lu Yinzhao refused this time, saying, "I want to listen to it online after you release it. Listening to it in advance will spoil the surprise."
Lu Yinzhao stroked his chin and said, "I want to hear which songs they are. Surely some of them are ones you sang for me before?"
Bian Ji didn't deny it: "Yes."
However, the songs I sang to Lu Yinzhao before were all demos, not finished songs.
After his arrangement, it became even more complete and vibrant.
"You can look forward to it." Bian Ji slightly curled his lips.
"Okay! I'll be waiting!"
...
The following evening at 8 PM, Bian Ji's EP was released on the Linglu APP, under the pseudonym "Ji".
This is a fairly good music platform in China, and it has a certain level of popularity.
Because there was no advertising, those who clicked in to listen were truly fortunate.
It was just a test, and Bian Ji didn't care about the data this time.
The EP is called "Cicada Song" and includes three songs: "Leaves Under the Eaves", "The Seventh Second of Summer" and "Hearing the Fragrance of Flowers".
Ballads are a genre that Bian Ji excels at. He likes to narrate in his songs, and everything he sees, hears, and feels is the material that inspires his creations.
The poems he chose were written a few summers ago and don't have any particularly profound meaning.
As expected, the music didn't get many clicks after it was released.
Lu Yinzhao made the greatest contribution.
He is Bianji's super ambassador.
After the song was released, he immediately forwarded it to his family group chat.
After forwarding it, I finally began to appreciate it carefully.
The intro to the first song was played by Bian Ji on an acoustic guitar, with a slightly damp, grainy sound. The verses were played softly and slowly.
It felt to him like still life painting; if there were a paintbrush in front of him, Lu Yinzhao could draw everything he heard.
The second piece features more piano accompaniment and a brighter tone, mixed with faint cicada chirps, instantly transporting the listener to a summer afternoon.
The chorus is much more relaxed, with a bit more rhythm in the middle, so vibrant that you can almost smell the sunshine.
The third song doesn't have complicated arrangements or dense lyrics; it uses the technique of "leaving blank spaces," with a few lines in the middle that sound like whispers in someone's ear.
The fragrance of flowers is a sensory experience, but when one's mind is calm enough, one can even hear the sound of the wind passing through the flowers.
The song ends with the soft sound of footsteps pattering on fallen petals, as light as breathing.
Lu Yinzhao's favorite song is this one. Even though he doesn't know how to sing, he can still feel the beauty of its imagery.
He suddenly threw himself at Bian Ji, his big eyes wide with admiration, and said, "Brother, how can you write and sing so well? I think all these songs are so beautiful."
Yes, it's exactly that beautiful feeling.
Bian Ji's voice was cool yet filled with endless gentleness, completely different from his usual way of speaking.
After successfully transitioning to puberty, the boy's voice seemed to have more spatial expressiveness.
"It's just an experiment. You don't need to go to the trouble of forwarding it for me. I will release more songs of different styles in the future."
Bian Ji saw that Lu Yinzhao was still planning to promote him, so he stopped her.
Those who understand the feelings conveyed in these songs will naturally understand, and if someone can empathize with them, then they are the best form of healing.
Lu Yinzhao said "Oh," and obediently followed orders on the surface, but secretly continued to promote the book, even opening several alternate accounts to promote it.
This is the beginning of the big boss's dream, and the gears of fate have started to turn from here. Of course, he wants Bian Ji to experience a sense of accomplishment.
"My third brother praised you in the group chat!"
"My mom praised you too. She said your composition was especially beautiful!"
"My second sister even said she wanted you to write songs for their TV series, hehe."
"..."
Lu Yinzhao chattered away in Bian Ji's ear for a long time, like a cheerful little sparrow.
Bian Ji remained unmoved; he did not want to rely on the Lu family's connections and power for the time being.
If he really wanted to become popular, he could spend money to manipulate data, but that's not the effect Bian Ji is looking for.
Linglu APP has a recommendation mechanism that prioritizes data. When a song that was originally unpopular sees a quiet increase in data such as clicks, completion rate, number of favorites, and comments, the system will add it to the potential pool.
These songs will then be recommended to users who like similar musical styles.
If these users are also willing to listen to the entire song, the data will accumulate further, and the Linglu APP will gradually expand its recommendation scope.
This natural data growth feedback is a better test of a song's quality.
Bian Ji deliberately put his first EP in for testing.
He will not forget his original intention. He knows very well that for a song to achieve a certain level of popularity, it always depends on the real feedback from the audience.
Reputation is built up slowly, and Bian Ji isn't in a hurry.
"Ah, Brother Ji, someone commented on your song!"
"There are a few more comments in each of them!"
Lu Yinzhao was even more excited than Bian Ji, and he would squeal with excitement for every additional like or comment.
It was as if... this song wasn't sung by Bian Ji, but by Lu Yinzhao himself.
I heard this song by chance and have been listening to it on repeat for ages. I really like the arrangement.
This song reminds me of summers I spent at my grandma's house. She passed away last year, but this song is perfect for reminiscing about the days when she was with me.
The sound of raindrops in the interlude is quite lovely. I've been feeling really anxious these past few days because of some things at home, but thank you for this song; it briefly calmed my nerves.
Lu Yinzhao scrolled through the comments under "The Leaves Under the Eaves" and found three more comments.
The feedback from these listeners also warmed his heart.
Suddenly, it seems that he really doesn't need to promote it.
Discovering these beauties unexpectedly seems to be even more touching.
After exiting the Linglu APP, Lu Yinzhao stopped paying attention to the data.
Those who are destined to hear the master's songs will naturally hear them; everything needs time to mature...
*
One month later.
Lu Yinzhao and Bian Ji are both on summer vacation.
They had just returned from swimming that day when Bian Ji received an email that evening.
Hello, I'm Yun Lei, the director of the animated film "Letters Blown by the Monsoon." I'd like to discuss the copyright licensing of the song "Hearing the Fragrance of Flowers" with you...
When Bian Ji saw the above content, he was slightly stunned.
He remembered that his songs didn't have many views, so how come people contacted him so quickly?
He had actually anticipated these scenarios.
The quality of his songs has been approved by his teachers, so it's only a matter of time before he gains recognition.
He just didn't expect to have business connections after only one month of going online.
Bian Ji thought about it carefully for a while and gave a polite reply.
He then told his teacher, Mu Shaoquan, about it.
Seeing that Bian Ji was sitting in a daze, Lu Yinzhao handed him a glass of watermelon juice.
"Brother Aji, what are you thinking about?" Lu Yinzhao asked, tilting his head.
Bian Ji showed the email to Lu Yinzhao directly, and deliberately asked with a smile, "Can you understand what it says?"
"!!!" Lu Yinzhao quickly scanned the email.
She excitedly shook Bian Ji's arm, "Brother, someone has their eye on you!!"
"..." This sounds a bit strange.
"I knew you could do it. Your song is so good. This director knows his stuff."
Lu Yinzhao put his hands on his hips and said arrogantly.
Bian Ji was both amused and exasperated. "Is it really that good?"
Lu Yinzhao nodded vigorously: "If I say it's good, then it's good, absolutely very good!"
Bian Ji couldn't help but rub his swaying little head and said, "Okay, from now on, you'll be the first to evaluate all the songs. They'll become Lu Yinzhao's top picks."
Overjoyed, Lu Yinzhao leaned closer and asked, "Will you go to see this director?"
"Yes, I just talked to the teacher, and he said he would make time to go with me."
"Brother, are you about to earn your first pot of gold?"
"I guess so."
Bian Ji had won prize money in competitions before, but this time it was different. This was a song he wrote himself, and he used it to earn copyright fees to buy nice things for Lu Yinzhao. It was the opportunity that led Bian Ji to write the song a long time ago.
He said to himself when he was eight years old that he would earn money with his own abilities, he would...
Always be good to Lu Yinzhao.
...
The subsequent communication went smoothly, and Bian Ji and Director Yun Lei arranged a meeting time.
Besides Mu Shaoquan, Bian Nan also went that day, and even... brought the Bian family's lawyer.
"What are you doing following me here?" Bian Ji glanced at Bian Nan.
“You’re still a minor, so naturally a guardian should be present when discussing this kind of thing,” Bian Nan said matter-of-factly.
"As long as there are teachers, that's enough."
"That won't do. Who knows if they'll try to scam you?" Bian Nan said cautiously.
If his younger brother hadn't refused his help before, these songs would have been licensed out long ago, and he had countless ways to help his brother earn royalties.
But since his younger brother didn't want to rely on the family, he let it go.
If this is Bian Ji's dream, Bian Nan is willing to silently protect it.
He approaches problems from a purely business perspective, and today he brought along a lawyer from the Bian family who specializes in intellectual property.
Bian Nan would never let his own younger brother, Bian Ji, suffer any loss outside, especially since he had finally earned some money.
At this moment, Mu Shaoquan also said, "Your brother's consideration is correct. Although I have some experience in this area, I am ultimately not as good as legal professionals. The reason I came with you today is because I know this director."
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Author's Note: Zhao Zhao: Anything produced by a top-tier author is guaranteed to be excellent. [Let me see...]
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