Chapter 9 Chapter 9 She, she, she, what the hell?
After the styling is done, all that’s left is the MV shooting, but before that, the song needs to be recorded finally.
"Oh my, are you the producer of the song?" As soon as Kim Eun-mi entered the room, she saw Jeon Star-ai sitting in front of the control console with her legs crossed, looking very presentable.
"Wow, it looks pretty good." Yoon Yeon-jin followed behind and laughed when she saw Jeon Xingai.
"Yes, I specially finished recording my part early, and invited everyone over today to finish the song in one go." It's really different. Quan Xing Ai seems to be very reliable when doing things.
"Where's the gold pattern?"
"Here it comes, oh mo, Xing Ai!"
"I'm waiting for you. Hurry up."
After the preparations were complete, Mike entered the recording studio. After working with All Star Love for a month, he had a new appreciation for Sarah. It was a shame. If Sarah had gotten over it sooner, RIOT DOLLS would have already replaced other girl groups at the top. But fortunately, it wasn't too late now.
The recording lasted for a day, and everyone was surprised to find that after Quan Xing Ai became the producer, their recording style became different. It used to be a step-by-step type, but now Quan Xing Ai's style is release. Compared with perfection, they care more about the output of emotions and the release of energy. Even if the song is not sung perfectly, the emotions must be there.
According to Mike, All Star Love really grasps the key to the stage and idols. The perfect thing is the idol, and the imperfect thing is life. It is impossible for an artist to receive 100% likes. What an artist needs most is attention. The key is that love and hate are entangled in oneself.
After the recording ended in the evening, when everyone listened to the finished product, they felt that something was indeed different from before. Everyone's voice seemed to become clearer and more distinctive. After listening to it once, they could remember the four people's different styles. In addition, Xing Ai's singing voice also changed a bit, which sounded very appealing.
"It sounds so good. I've fallen in love with it. Star Love You should have switched to being a producer sooner!" Park Jinwen listened to the new song she had just recorded over and over again.
"What made you think of changing your singing style? Your voice this time is so cult! What a genius idea!" Kim Eun-mi is the lead singer so she paid special attention to the duet part. Jeon Star Love's voice actually has a wide range. This time, she created a chorus that combines cult-style fast rap with European and American diva singing styles, with a smooth transition.
Quan Xing Ai is so sleepy. She finally finished recording. She'll have to deal with the sound editing tomorrow. Now she has to go to her final Gaokao sprint class because she has the Gaokao in November!! I'm so impressed. I almost forgot about this important thing.
"The idea for the new song is what I came up with. I had the form of expression in mind when I started writing it - oh no, I don't have time anymore, I have to go to cram school."
Everyone was still listening to music. Quan Xingai checked her phone. It was almost 7 o'clock, and she had to go to cram school. So she ran out like the wind, but suddenly came back halfway and muttered, "I'll fix it tomorrow. Mike, don't move. Let me deal with this together."
After all of Xing'ai left, Yin Yanzhen sighed, "Xing'ai has changed so much... She really doesn't read any comments anymore, and she's become more herself. I think this comeback is really good!"
"I should have figured it out long ago." Kim Eun-mi shook her hair proudly.
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Quan Xingai feels the past month of her rebirth has been as busy as her previous life. Once she actually started, she lamented that adapting is even harder than writing it. She's put far more thought into her RD comeback single than she did into releasing a single in her previous life. She's clearly a layoff, clearly committed to retirement! But the reality is, she's still studying for exams!
In her previous life, she had never passed the college entrance examination, but she was admitted to the Berklee Music Department with a letter of recommendation. In this life, she also had to experience the East Asian single-plank bridge. She really thought highly of her. Fortunately, she found that the girl's grades in the three years of high school were among the best, and she had a solid knowledge in her head. If nothing unexpected happened, she could have been admitted to the "Sky Alliance" last year.
In fact, based on her grades last year, Jeon Seong-ae could have easily gotten into an art school, but she was a bit stubborn. Because she had previously expressed her dream of attending Seoul National University, after being provoked by the media and netizens, she decided not to enroll and decided to repeat her first year. Deep down, she also wanted to attend a prestigious university.
So Quan Xingai naturally inherited the girl's obsession, and she wanted to fulfill her dream.
When her manager told her about the exam a while ago, Jeon Seong-ae felt like the sky had fallen. She had completely forgotten about it. "Teacher, why is our Seong-ae still having an exam?! She's completely forgotten about it. Can she still get into Seoul University?"
As a result, Wu Xianhao found her a top cram school in Gangnam District. It was the last month, so he had to cram for her.
Quan Xingai sat in the cram school, surrounded by the middle-class offspring from Jiangnan District who came here to study. Everyone had a look of numbness on their face and had no intention of gossiping about another idol who was attending the same elite sprint class as them.
Tutoring lasted from 7:30 to 10:30. Afterward, Jeon Seong-ae, wearing a mask, followed the students out of the classroom. Groups of students were still discussing exercises. For Jeon Seong-ae, foreign languages were the easiest, and she could even score extra points with the optional Japanese language test. Korean history, however, proved the most challenging. Although she seemed to know it by heart, Jeon Seong-ae still had to cram to avoid any setbacks during the exam.
When I went out, I saw Chi Mingzhen waiting at the door.
"How was it? Are you confident in the exam?"
"Not bad. Except for Korean history, all other subjects are okay." Quan Xingai walked slowly like a zombie.
"Walk carefully, or you'll be scolded if you're secretly photographed."
"Who cares? I don't care about that now."
"You, too much is as bad as too little... Where are you going? Back to the dorm or home?"
"Home? Go home!" Quan Xingai's eyes lit up. Yes, she has a home.
Yes, of course, Jeon Seong-ae has a home. It's not the orphanage, but the house she bought after her debut! She worked incredibly hard, saving up enough to buy a small, 50-square-meter house. Though small, home is where she feels most secure. After a long month of practicing and songwriting, Jeon Seong-ae finally remembered she still had a home.
"Okay, there's less than a month left. You can practice as you wish, or take a few days off. You've just recovered from a serious illness this month, so don't overwork yourself and develop other problems." Chi Mingzhen really loves the RDs, and Quan Xingai is especially loved by her because of her background and experience.
"Yes, thank you, unnie, I love you." Quan Xingai skillfully hugged Chi Mingzhen to express her love. For her, it was too easy to express her love.
"Okay, stop being so cheesy. I don't know why his personality suddenly became like that of an American." Although Chi Mingzhen said this, she couldn't hide the smile on her face.
"Hehe, because I found that only by spreading more love can more people love me."
The two got into the nanny car. Quan Xingai fell asleep before she could look at her phone for long. She was really too tired. When she woke up, she was already home.
The house is neither in a central area like Mapo-gu where young people gather, nor in places like Seocho-dong and Seongsu-dong where rich people and artists live, but in an old community in the east of the city.
She bought a small, top-floor apartment. It wasn't the top floor of a luxury residence, as it was located in an older residential complex with only eight floors. The elevator often broke down, and the west-facing location was particularly sunny. Its only advantage was a terrace. Because the area was home to many elderly people, there was little light pollution, and at night, you could see the stars from the terrace.
Neon Company was not very demanding and settled the salary one year after their debut. Thanks to the huge popularity in the first year, the salary in the second year, after deducting the training fees, was just enough for Quan Xingai to buy a small apartment.
After saying goodbye to Chi Mingzhen, Quan Xingai slowly went upstairs. After unlocking the door with her fingerprint, she saw a clean but empty house. In fact, Quan Xingai did not live there all the time. She basically stayed in the practice room. The dormitory was just a place to sleep. The apartment was too far away and she had no time to come back.
Quan Xing'ai opened the refrigerator and found it was so empty that there wasn't even a bottle of water. The girl had grown up alone, and although she was used to being alone, she was actually afraid of it. But the reborn Quan Xing'ai was the opposite. She had always been surrounded by friends and colleagues, even going through a period of constant dating and breakups. So, she cherished her time alone and was overjoyed to find she had a family.
She can stay quietly at home, sleep, surf the Internet, play games, and do all the other things she wants to do. Her dream is to retire early and live a simple life.
Right now, she could at least rest at home for two days. She could put song production and audio editing on hold. There was no rush. She could practice dancing. Besides, no one could stop Quan Xing'ai from lying down. She was going to go to the supermarket and buy alcohol, cigarettes, snacks, and midnight snacks. Tonight, she was going to play games! All night long! And then sleep all day!
It makes me happy just thinking about it.
Quan Xingai looked at herself in the mirror and thought it best to be low-key. She tied her hair up into a bun, changed into a classic black, white and gray sweatshirt of Xiao Han, wore leggings and sneakers, covered her forehead with bangs, and wore a pair of big black-framed glasses.
If you look closely, you can recognize her, but Jeon Xingai's walking posture and temperament are completely different from before, so she has not been recognized outside so far.
It was dark near the apartment and there were no convenience stores or supermarkets. Quan Xingai simply walked a little further to go shopping at the nearby Hanyang University. After she bought a big bag of snacks, beer and drinks, she slowly walked home. It was already past midnight. Walking along the bank of the Han River, she saw the bright lights on the other side of the river. That was the wealthy area, Seoul Forest Park and Seoul Forest. Most of the artists lived there on the other side of the river.
Carrying a full bag of things, Quan Xingai didn't feel any emotion. She just felt that the most urgent thing was to buy a car. The savings could not support her retirement, but it would allow her to use bus No. 11 less often.
She was so tired that she was out of breath. She put her things on the ground, supported her knees and wondered if she would be beaten by the driver if she took a taxi for only 1 kilometer. At midnight, there was only the sound of wind and the rising tide on the Han River. Thanks to Quanxing's kindness, she was not afraid at all walking on the road alone in the middle of the night.
But why is there a woman with long hair and white clothes by the river ahead... Damn, is she... is she seeing a ghost?
No matter how slow-witted Quan Xingai was, facing a thing in white clothes and long hair that looked like a female ghost, coupled with the bleak autumn wind blowing up piles of fallen leaves on the quiet street at midnight, this scene was exactly the same as a Japanese horror movie... That... that guy, could his name be Sadako?
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