Chapter 45 I Feel Like I'm Going to Be Popular
By the way, all the composers here think that Lin Shiyi might be the reincarnation of Qu Dad?
Damn, this is too productive, right?
The quality of a song can be judged from just four verses of lyrics. Even a gold medal composer can't do it!
As everyone was expecting, Lin Shiyi came back from the bathroom, and they all tacitly kept silent.
When a composer is creating, the most taboo thing is for someone to suddenly come out and interrupt your train of thought.
Sometimes it’s not the train of thought that is interrupted, but a hit song, and the loss can be as high as 10 million!
This is also why those big companies rarely see people of Qu Die's level in daily life.
The company has made the biggest exception for Qu Dad. They can create and record at home, and they only need to come to the company occasionally to check in for one or two days within a month.
Lin Shiyi almost had the same treatment, but it was still far behind what Qu's father received.
As Lin Shiyi returned to the office, a very strange scene appeared in the Blooming Composition Department.
The office area outside was empty, but this independent office was full of people.
If the office wasn't quite large, it would have been congested a long time ago.
As all the composers were expecting, Lin Shiyi tapped his fingers on the keyboard.
"After three rounds of drinking, you are in the corner, stubbornly singing a bitter song, listening to it being drowned out by the noise. You pick up the glass and say to yourself..."
Lin Shiyi paused for a moment when writing this, but seeing the eyes of silver medal composers such as Yang Fan, Jin Yangming, and Wang Zifan, his heart was pounding.
The next verse should be the climax, right?
If the climax lyrics are connected beginning and end to the previous lyrics, it will have the potential to become a hit!
One cup to the sunrise, one cup to the moonlight
Awaken my yearning and soften the cold window
So I can fly against the wind without looking back
Don't be afraid of rain in your heart or frost in your eyes...
When Lin Shiyi wrote here, he could clearly hear his rapid breathing.
Silver medal composers like Yang Fan, Jin Yangming and Wang Zifan have a certain vision and were attracted by this climax at first sight.
"One cup to the morning sun, and one cup to the moonlight!" Yang Fan's whole body was shaking.
If he were asked to write lyrics like this, after a few more years of experience, maybe he could write half as good a song as this.
Lin Shiyi just started accepting singing competitions a few days ago. How long has it been since he was able to write lyrics of this quality?
This is too perverted!
"Be quiet!"
Wang Zifan directly covered his mouth.
They were all waiting for Lin Shiyi to finish writing the song, but Yang Fan kept sighing.
This was also the first time for this group of songwriters to wait so anxiously for someone else to write a song.
Just as everyone was waiting, when Lin Shiyi's fingers were slowly tapping on the keyboard, there was a sudden knock on the office door.
"Who said 'I am a small salted fish'? Your takeaway is ready."
The delivery guy in yellow clothes came over carrying a bag of lunch.
He also felt it was strange. It was clearly an office area outside, but why was there no one there? Instead, they came to this office.
"Hold!"
“Whose takeout?”
"Order your mother's takeout at the critical moment!"
After being disturbed by the delivery guy, Lin Shiyi put down his hands that were typing on the keyboard. His train of thought was interrupted.
This immediately attracted waves of angry voices.
"I...my..." Yang Fan was a little embarrassed. Just now he swore that anyone who dared to speak out would be made to suffer by him.
The quiet atmosphere was broken by him time and time again.
"You will lose your perfect attendance and bonus this month!" Song Lanlan's eyes widened with anger: "Xiao Linzi's train of thought was interrupted by you!"
Even Jin Yangming and Wang Zifan cast resentful glances at him.
"Um... Xiao Linzi, I'm sorry, I interrupted your creative train of thought." Yang Fan didn't even dare to go out to get the takeaway, and just asked the delivery guy to put it on the table outside.
Before leaving, the delivery guy was still muttering that these guys were crazy.
"Ah? Was my creative train of thought interrupted?" I didn't know. Lin Shiyi said with emotion: "I'm just too tired from typing. I need to take a break."
"As you know, I am a very lazy typist."
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