51 Step by Step
Su Tang's eyes flickered slightly.
"Because I want the center position to be the lead singer, the tactical commander, entering with an opening line. Among the six of us, you are the perfect fit."
"Why not me?"
"I'm not good at singing, Yuan Chiye is even worse, Dyson goes without saying, Xu Yuzhou is a complete loser, and I don't trust Ding Xiumin, so I only have you. You are the light of hope for our village."
Su Tang was joking.
Song Hanjun was slightly shaken. Everyone knew how important the C position was in a group.
In addition to the highest exposure, it is also the best in the group.
Su Tang gave him the best and trusted him unconditionally, but he hesitated. If he couldn't do it, would it ruin Su Tang's hard work?
Su Tang's tone was firm.
"For the other design parts, I still need to set them up based on everyone's strengths. I don't understand the music, so you should just play it for me."
"good."
Song Hanjun took back the tablet, and slid his fingers across it quickly. The music started playing.
Su Tang listened carefully, and when the song reached the second beat, she suddenly spoke,
"Stop, this drum beat can be emphasized more."
Song Hanjun quickly called up the music production software and began to try to adapt a few bars.
Looking at the jumping soundtrack on the screen, Song Hanjun's breathing became heavier.
"It seems to be getting better, that's amazing."
"Of course, I'm good at choreography and very sensitive to rhythm,"
Su Tang tentatively opened the cardboard box, but it was still too much of an eyesore.
Looking at Song Hanjun who was concentrating on composing music, she secretly threw away the cardboard box and covered her face with a piece of A4 paper.
"It's inconvenient to talk and the music is blurry, so just bear with it for a while."
When Song Hanjun reacted, Su Tang, holding the A4 paper, moved closer to him, trying to hide his true intentions.
He remained silent and unexpectedly did not refute.
The two of them huddled in front of the small tablet, one responsible for arranging the melody and the other adjusting the rhythm. Before they knew it, the sky had turned pale.
When Song Hanjun pressed the play button, a piece of music completely different from the original song burst out from the speakers.
The prelude is a mechanical sound similar to that of a sniper rifle being loaded, followed by heavy electronic drum beats. The originally sweet melody has been adapted to be aggressive, and the chorus even incorporates the unique roaring harmony of metal music, pushing the rhythm to its maximum.
"this······"
Su Tang rarely showed a surprised expression, his face full of surprise,
"Perfect, this doesn't even sound like the same song."
Song Hanjun smiled slightly.
“This is the effect we want.”
Song Hanjun turned up the music and lay on his back on the floor. The LED lights on the ceiling hurt his eyes.
He was too lazy to raise his hands to block it, his whole body was filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
This feeling can be classified as happiness. It turns out that he can do it.
Su Tang stood up and stretched his stiff limbs.
"Now we just need to re-choreograph the dance..."
"Let me help you."
Song Hanjun also stood up, and the two looked at each other, a wonderful tacit understanding flowing in the air.
Song Hanjun then realized that the A4 paper that was blocking Su Tang had been thrown aside at some point, and his illness had not recurred.
He was suddenly startled, his heart slightly shaken. He really did it.
The next day,
For the first time ever, Su Tang got up before dawn. This time, he did not go to the gym with Yuan Chiye, but went to the vocal room.
The arrangement of the song is almost done, and her choreography is just a little bit away from being finalized, so she has to hurry up and try to finish it today.
The most important thing at the moment is to cure Song Hanjun's illness thoroughly. She had heard from friends before that treating psychological trauma is a painful process, and that one must face up to one's past and untie the knot in one's heart in order to be truly treated.
PDST can also be considered a psychological trauma.
When Su Tang rushed to the vocal room, Song Hanjun was practicing the piano. His slender fingers fell on the keys, and the prelude flowed slowly.
The piano sound is soft and unexpectedly nice.
Su Tang clapped his hands and poked his head out of the door.
"It sounds nice. I didn't expect you to play the piano well."
When Song Hanjun saw Su Tang's appearance, there was no fear in his eyes, but a sense of surprise, with a hint of smile on his lips, "Why are you here so early today?"
Su Tang yawned.
"Want to finish quickly? What song did you just play?"
"It was the only lyrical song on the previous album. I would play it when I felt restless."
"Are you annoyed now?"
Song Hanjun was silent for a moment and did not answer. Now he could be with Su Tang completely. Although there was a piano between them, he was surprised that he did not feel uncomfortable at all and was even in a good mood.
He thought he was fine, but he tried it last night. As soon as he got close to the female director, his body started to churn violently and he was soon swept by that familiar fear.
He seemed to be immune only to Su Tang. He knew that treating PDST was a gradual process, but he couldn't help feeling a little lost.
He wasn't sure if he could stand on the stage without distraction in a month, and Su Tang had given him such an important position as the lead singer.
If he messed up, Su Tang would definitely be disappointed.
"No, your choreography should be almost done, right?"
"I still need to discuss some of the choreography's details, including the movements, speed, and framework, with my teammates. I'm also going to ask Yuan Chiye to design the street dance segment in the middle,"
"The stage requires constant running-in and training,"
Su Tang smiled, walked to the piano, and before Song Hanjun could react, he broke the normal social distance and poked the piano keys with his fingers.
"We have our first official training session tomorrow morning. Can you show up in the practice room?"
Su Tang played the piano randomly, and his fingers accidentally touched Song Hanjun's hands on the piano keys.
Song Hanjun jumped back as if he had been electrocuted, and retracted his fingertips, only then realizing that Su Tang was very close to him.
Song Hanjun stood up suddenly, and the chair scraped against the floor with a harsh sound.
“Is there still such a big reaction?”
Su Tang frowned. This wouldn't work. She didn't have that much time.
"Song Hanjun, what goes through your mind when you interact with the opposite sex? Can you tell me what you see?"
Song Hanjun's eyes were deep and dim.
He kept repeating the last concert in his mind.
When the bassist died, I saw her resolute expression. The dagger fiercely scratched her artery, and bright red blood continued to flow out. She said, "Song Hanjun, I want you to remember me for the rest of your life!"
Song Hanjun's breathing became short, and fear began to come over him again. It felt like a jack was pressing down on his heart, making him feel suffocated.
Su Tang grabbed his hand,
"Look at me,"
Song Hanjun's eyes were blurred. Su Tang's face actually overlapped with the bassist's face.
Blood,
It's all blood!
"Calm down and take a deep breath!"
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