"I'll let you sing if there's a song that's suitable for you in the future."
Lin Shiyi's answer made Jiang Xue slightly disappointed.
What I mean is that it’s not appropriate to write a song this time.
In fact, Lin Shiyi just wants to be responsible for every singer.
If this style is not suitable for you, don't force yourself to sing.
It's like a director who only makes comedies. If you ask him to suddenly make some art films or horror films, he can do it, but the results will definitely not be satisfactory.
Jiang Xue calmed down and said, "Teacher Lin, I will always stand by your side. If you need help, remember to call me."
Lin hung up the phone after eleven o'clock because a call came in.
After the call was connected, Song Lanlan's voice came from the other end: "Eleven, I'm sorry, I asked someone to find three male singers for you, but after they heard that you were the composer..."
She spoke more tactfully, trying not to embarrass Lin Shiyi.
"It's okay, Director Song, I'll look for it myself."
Lin Shiyi also knew that the company had signed many young singers.
And he only certifies small singers.
Invite second-tier or even first-tier singers to sing, and give them more.
I can only get 20% originally. If I am given 10% on top of the 20%, will I still make any profit?
It was a pity that he had made a wasted trip that night. He contacted those small singers who had signed contracts with the company, but they all rejected him as soon as they heard that he was Lin Shiyi.
Who dares to sing his song at this critical juncture?
With the notoriety of plagiarism, he threatened to challenge the two composition teachers of Chuxing.
If you lose, you will be scolded all over your house.
If these young singers were willing to communicate a little and take a look at the songs written by Lin Shiyi, they would probably reconsider.
At ten o'clock in the evening, he had been running around for three hours but couldn't find a singer to record, and suddenly an idea came to him.
“Why are you looking for a singer?”
"Can't I sing it myself?"
If it were in the past, Lin Shiyi would definitely not have had such an idea.
After all, it is rare for a composer to sing in public.
But he is different. The professional knowledge and techniques of the songs are deeply imprinted in his mind.
If you insist on arguing that the composer is not suitable for singing, it is nothing more than that his singing skills are not good enough...
With this idea in mind, Lin Shiyi didn't delay any longer and went to the company's recording studio for an audition.
Two hours later, everything went smoothly.
Although his singing skills are not as good as some singers, he makes up for it with techniques.
Perhaps because he was too tired, he fell asleep in the recording studio without knowing when.
The next morning, Song Lanlan called him and said, "Eleven, don't let your imagination get the better of you. It's already half past eight. Come to work first."
Only after being reminded by Manager Song did Lin Shiyi realize that he was half an hour late.
However, he fell asleep in the company's recording studio, so if you look into it carefully, he couldn't be considered late.
Walking into the composition department, Lin Shiyi saw many resentful eyes staring at him as he was familiar with.
He has become accustomed to the stares of people around him.
It doesn't matter, as long as "Ten Years" and "Paper is Short, Love is Long" are released, no one will keep harping on the issue of plagiarism.
He also wants to establish his reputation with these two songs.
“It’s starting to get late.”
"I thought you were scared and quietly left, not even daring to resign."
"Have you found a singer to record the song?"
Lin Shiyi walked into the composition department and before he could even sit down, he heard bursts of gloating laughter.
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