Chapter 031 Recording Studio
"Thank you for your invitation." Jing Xing looked at Meng Yu and politely declined: "But I have made up my mind and will not consider other options."
Meng Yu looked around at the few people: "Is it because they signed a contract to sell themselves? I've seen this a lot." Some companies will throw out good conditions at the beginning to trick uninformed outsiders into signing a contract, and when the person has other ideas, they can't escape even if they want to.
Jingxing did sign the contract, and he heard from other members that the terms of the contract were very good and it could not be called a contract of selling one's body. Meng Yu was so persistent that he didn't know how to respond.
"That's not the case." Lin Chiran calmed down and didn't need to get angry with Meng Yu: "Are you looking down on idols too much? As a musician, is it unprofessional to hold such a prejudice?"
"So what I said is wrong?" Meng Yu has long been dissatisfied with the current market. Bands that rely on music for their survival have no future, while idol groups that rely on singing and dancing and only focus on popularity are making a fortune.
"First of all, just like the styles and levels of musicians vary, the operating models and focuses of idol groups are also different." Lin Chiran didn't want to argue with Meng Yu about these things, but he was unwilling to give in on this issue.
"There are many idol groups on the market that rely mainly on production teams for music, which in a sense squeezes the living space of traditional musicians."
Hearing Lin Chiran admit this so directly made Meng Yu look at him differently.
“But even if there are no idols, there will be others who you think are not up to par to seize the market, such as cross-border artists with their own traffic, unprofessional creations by online singers, or even more crude ones. The music industry will never be filled with only professional musicians.”
"Yeah, I'm not happy about all of this." Meng Yu spoke without restraint, regardless of Qu Qinghuan's attempt to stop him.
Qu Qinghuan also doesn't like those who try to take advantage of the music market. There are many people like Meng Yu who are arrogant and keen on criticizing these people.
"But the market's current choice is to allow these to coexist with professional musicians." Lin Chiran said calmly.
“Since it exists, the better approach is not to criticize it, but to consider how to improve the overall audience’s aesthetic taste, increase the audience, and thereby raise the average level of all works. Isn’t this the only way for healthy development?”
Meng Yu couldn't find any point to refute and was speechless.
Qu Qinghuan listened to Lin Chiran's point of view, thoughtful.
"Time will objectively prove everything. Whether it's a musician or an idol's work, it naturally has its meaning if it can be remembered by the audience. Idols are not just about singing and dancing as you think. The emotional value they bring is also irreplaceable. I don't think there must be a distinction between high and low."
*
After Jingxing returned home, he thought about what Lin Chiran said in the recording studio for a long time.
To be honest, when I first heard Meng Yu's band invitation, I was a little moved, but the thought was quickly suppressed by reason.
The daily life of an idol is far more complicated than he imagined, and he even doubted whether he had made the wrong choice.
But Lin Chiran's words reminded him of how he felt when he first saw the SLANT concert video and made up his mind to make the choice.
That is the charm of idols. The people on the stage do their best to bring happiness to the audience, and the people below the stage give them selfless support and love. This two-way effort cannot be simply explained.
Maybe he hasn’t fully understood it yet, but he wants to experience this feeling for himself and reach a more distant future with everyone at Wax&Wane.
*
At the end of October, the weather turned completely cooler, and the maple leaves in the cemetery also turned a little red.
Lin Chiran stood in front of Xu Wanqing's grave, with drizzle falling into his hair.
"Mom, Chi Ran is here to see you." His tone was gentle, and he looked beside him: "Grandfather is here too. Uncle Qu said he missed you very much and would often visit you in your room."
Xu Sheng looked at Xu Wanqing's grave silently, with sadness in his eyes. Today was the day Xu Wanqing chose to leave this world. Even though so many years had passed, he still couldn't let it go.
His wife died during childbirth at an early age, leaving behind only a daughter. Xu Sheng watched Xu Wanqing grow up. She was proud and no one was pleasing to her eyes until she met Lin Jing. Xu Sheng thought this would be a good choice until...
Unforgettable scenes flashed through his mind again, and his hands trembled slightly.
Butler Qu watched from the side with a worried look on his face, afraid that he would be saddened by the scene.
After visiting his mother, Lin Chiran asked the housekeeper to pay more attention to his grandfather's condition during these days.
After they left, Lin Chiran went back to the cemetery and walked to the other side. Lin Jing's name was engraved on the tombstone.
*
It was already noon when we got up and left the cemetery.
"...Brother Lin?" A hesitant voice came from somewhere. I didn't expect to meet it here.
Lin Chiran turned around and saw Shen Xun, and there was a young girl beside him, whose features seemed somewhat similar to Shen Xun.
"Are you here to visit the graves too?"
Shen Xun nodded: "Come to visit my father's grave."
Lin Chiran thought of Shen Xun's information. Although there were conflicts with his family, his parents should still be alive. He was a little confused but didn't say anything.
"This is my sister Shen Miao, and this is our group's producer Brother Lin." Shen Xun introduced.
Lin Chiran greeted him in a friendly manner, and Shen Miao looked at him with some curiosity.
After a few pleasantries, Shen Xun took his sister to visit the grave and said goodbye to Lin Chiran.
"Brother, your producer seems very kind." Shen Miao originally thought that big stars in the entertainment industry were difficult to get along with.
"I didn't lie to you, Brother Lin is very good to us." Shen Xun said with a smile. He has always been grateful to Lin Chiran for not only giving him opportunities, but also being very attentive to the members.
"You seem to have changed." Shen Miao looked at him: "You have returned to the way you were before high school."
She continued, "Dad in heaven would be very pleased to see that you are living a good life." It has not been easy for my brother these years. He had to work ten or twenty times harder to get what he should have.
Shen Xun was startled, then smiled faintly: "Then Miaomiao should also let Dad rest assured and do what you want to do. Brother will always be your backer."
Shen Miao nodded seriously.
After sweeping the tomb, Shen Xun sent Shen Miao to the studio, and he rushed back to the company to participate in the vocal recording of the debut single.
*
In the recording studio.
Jiang Hechu sang the lyrics on the paper in front of him into the microphone.
"Stop!" Qu Qinghuan couldn't count how many times he had stopped: "I told you to go back and listen to it more, didn't you understand what I meant?" After recording for a long time, there was no progress at all, and he couldn't help but get a little angry.
Jiang Hechu made a pause gesture through the glass and walked out of the recording studio on his own: "Bathroom." Then he opened the door and walked out.
The photographer who recorded making was a little embarrassed: "Are we still going to shoot this part?"
"It's okay, I'll edit it later." Lin Chiran had a premonition that with Qu Qinghuan's request, Jiang Hechu's recording probably wouldn't go so smoothly, and sure enough, it turned out to be true.
On the other side, Jiang Hechu leaned against the wall of the corridor, taking deep breaths over and over again.
It couldn't be more unfortunate than this. I glanced at my phone before recording and happened to receive a message from the person I least wanted to see.
[I just saw your group variety show. With your personality, can they stand it? Or are you hiding your tail for the time being? 】
The more he tried to control himself and not care about it, the more he was affected. Jiang Hechu simply took out his cell phone and replied.
[Don't worry, others are different from you.] 】
Then I calmed myself down, returned to the recording studio, and focused on the work at hand.
Recalling what Qu Qinghuan said in the car a few days ago, Jiang Hechu adjusted his mood and sang the lyrics again.
Um? Lin Chiran noticed something and looked at the people in the recording studio.
Qu Qinghuan did not stop early this time. He waited until Jiang Hechu finished singing a section before speaking: "It's okay this time. Let's sing it again." It seems that he did not completely ignore it. Isn't it possible to do it?
After recording over and over again, Jiang Hechu's condition became better and better, and Lin Chiran was relieved: "I said he is not a stubborn person."
Qu Qinghuan didn't even raise his head: "That's because I taught you well."
Lin Chiran looked at Qu Qinghuan with a horrified expression, as if to ask, "Are you okay? Did you hit your brain?" "When did you teach him?"
The process went smoothly, and Qu Qinghuan was in the mood to chat for a while: "Don't worry about this."
*
A few days ago, after completing the accompaniment recording as scheduled, Qu Qinghuan hummed an unknown strange tune, watched other staff members leave, and lowered his head to pack up and prepare to go off work.
"Teacher Qu." A person suddenly appeared behind him, scaring Qu Qinghuan.
"Who is it?" He turned around suddenly and saw that it was Jiang Hechu, and heaved a sigh of relief: "You, what's the matter?"
When Qu Qinghuan is under a lot of pressure, he likes to watch a lot of crime thrillers. He watches them while eating, taking a bath, and before going to bed. Sometimes he will have delusions after watching too many of them, and he will imagine them while humming the soundtrack.
Knowing that he had made many enemies, he thought it was a colleague who disliked him and took advantage of the deserted recording studio after get off work to attack him.
Jiang Hechu's expression was a little unnatural: "Teacher Qu was hinting to me before that the problem is the lack of emotion, right?"
Seeing that his understanding and attitude were both acceptable, Qu Qinghuan said magnanimously, "Well, is this what your previous firm taught you?"
"It's not really teaching, he just said that it's fine for me to be like this, there's nothing wrong with it."
The agency in Country B held vocal assessments regularly, and Jiang Hechu had never received an evaluation below S until he met Qu Qinghuan, who ruthlessly denied his years of hard work, which he could not accept for a while.
"No problem?" Qu Qinghuan's tone suddenly raised, "So I hate this kind of company the most. The assembly line doesn't produce tofu but idols. So what if they are all beans? As long as there is no big problem with the singing skills, no one cares what they sing." He said this with a hint of sarcasm unconsciously.
Jiang Hechu didn't complain about his homophonic pun. He noticed the meaning behind Qu Qinghuan's words and knew that he had guessed correctly: "I have tried to change, and this is also the reason why I left the firm."
Judging from Qu Qinghuan's attitude, what he said was not entirely true, but it was not entirely false either.
Qu Qinghuan looked around and said, "You go in and sing a song." In consideration of his good attitude, he gave him some special treatment.
Jiang Hechu had a clear plan and acted very cleverly, and Qu Qinghuan really fell for it.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop! Listen for yourself, what is he singing?" He was thinking one thing, but he still couldn't stand hearing Jiang Hechu's perfect but extremely cold singing voice.
"Excuse me, Teacher Qu, could you give me some advice?" Jiang Hechu showed a somewhat hurt but attentive expression.
"Oh, really... forget it, come here." Qu Qinghuan rarely had the patience to do this. He took out the music score and began to explain it bit by bit from the beginning, helping him understand the song.
While listening to Qu Qinghuan's teaching, Jiang Hechu's mouth corners slightly raised.
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