Grandpa Li's words were clearly a provocation. More importantly, Xing Baohua knew that if he went up there to sing, it would definitely sound off.
No one knows your own skill level better than yourself.
He waved his hand and said, "I'll pass. If I sing it again, you'll have to revise the score, which will waste time. So, Mr. Li, I'll have to trouble you."
Grandpa Li was so angry he didn't say anything; he really couldn't do anything with this kid. It was all because he sang the same tune every time, with no standard.
Xing Baohua stepped aside and talked to Su Ya. The band over there was almost ready.
Previously, I only studied some theoretical things, and I still had to practice twice to get hands-on experience.
Zou Wenjuan also held her guitar without plugging it in and played it the way she knew, but she felt that she couldn't fit into the rhythm of the band.
At this point, the heavy metal chords truly come to life: exhilarating, somber, and hardcore.
Wang Weibao used effects pedals to increase the distortion of the electric guitar.
The combination of chord progressions and dense, fast drumbeats with a deep, resonant bass creates an explosive, fast, heavy, and disruptive rhythm.
Xing Baohua applauded the children, who had never touched an electronic musical instrument before. After two days of theory and practice, it was truly remarkable that they had reached this level.
Of course, they continued practicing, but what they produced was not a complete piece at all.
This already made Xing Baohua very satisfied.
Grandpa Li lit a cigarette and said to Xing Baohua, "Just like that? It'll be a mess."
"It's because we haven't practiced enough yet."
"Even if you practice well, it'll still be a mess," Grandpa Li said dismissively. If it weren't for this job, would he have the patience to play along?
Xing Baohua also understood that Grandpa Li was a traditional musician, and he still couldn't accept something as new as rock music. Even if a band was formed, he would still find it chaotic when he suddenly heard it.
Of course, this is related to personal preference. Some people like symphonies, some like folk music, and some like pop music. Those who want to vent their emotions like rock music.
Grandpa Li had never heard of rock music before, but he was disappointed after listening to it.
“Teacher Li, I think your voice is suited for rock music,” Xing Baohua said earnestly.
"Get lost, are you kidding me?" Grandpa Li said, displeased.
"Seriously, your voice is perfect for rock and roll." Xing Baohua felt it was a shame that Grandpa Li's voice, which came from smoking eight packs of cigarettes a day, wasn't used to sing rock and roll.
I'm just not sure if I have enough breath support. If I do, I could try that long, booming tone. I'm just worried that I might not have enough breath and the sound will break.
"You little rascal, I really want to whack you with a stick, you're a sly devil," said Grandpa Li, twitching his beard.
"Really! Listen to me sing a line, then try singing a line yourself. Give it a try, since we're free anyway, why not treat it as a musical exchange?"
"You think you can discuss music? You'll only discuss it when you can compose a piece," Grandpa Li said coldly with even more disdain.
"In the sea of people, there is you and me"
Meeting, getting to know each other, and figuring things out
In the sea of people, you are me
Pretending to be upright and smiling
As soon as he finished singing this line, Xing Baohua said to Grandpa Li, "Teacher Li, sing this line with me."
"..." Seeing that Grandpa Li remained unmoved, Xing Baohua sighed softly.
After a short while, Grandpa Li said with a smile, "I must say, you've actually put together a song with a decent rhythm."
Xing Baohua smiled slightly and said, "Teacher Li, why don't you give it a try? Music is all about having fun!"
Grandpa Li nodded and said, "Then let's give it a try."
To avoid disturbing the piano and singing practice over there, Xing Baohua took a couple of steps back. She focused her energy and took a deep breath.
dida~~~~oh
Okay, howling mode activated.
This was the first time Mr. Li had ever seen Xing Baohua sing so loudly, and he was quite stunned.
Su Ya instantly covered her mouth, staring at him in astonishment.
His bandmates turned to look at him, wondering what he was up to.
If someone were to hand Xing Baohua a broom right now, well, he'd definitely grab it and start shaking it around.
Why not just hold a guitar and rock?
Who in their right mind would be rocking a guitar like that?
So, Xing Baohua was in a lunge position, holding a guitar in mid-air, with his buttocks swaying back and forth.
Zou Wenjuan grinned, her chest trembling slightly.
Although Xing Baohua didn't want to interfere with their singing and piano practice, it has already had an impact.
It's frustrating! It's also a pity that Grandpa Li didn't go crazy with Xing Baohua.
But Grandpa Li memorized the melody and will make out the score when he has the chance.
After Xing Baohua finished acting crazy, he felt bored.
The main problem is that Grandpa Li is uncooperative; he doesn't seem like a musician at all.
The band continued practicing, and Zou Wenjuan seemed to have found her rhythm, singing along while nodding her head – she was just having fun by herself.
It was almost noon. Xing Baohua told them to rest for a while and come back in the afternoon.
Unfortunately, I still have to take Zou Wenjuan to work.
Little Bo transforms into a cook, preparing a large pot of food early in the morning.
There are many people eating at the factory, a total of more than ten. This led Xing Baohua to want to hire a cook.
Take some time to ask Secretary Huang if anyone in the village wants to make mixed rice, and they need to be good at it.
Thinking of that chef who runs the banquet, his skills are quite good, but I guess he wouldn't want to come. There are so many weddings and funerals these days, he must be making a lot of money.
Xing Baohua asked Zou Wenjuan, "What time do you start work this afternoon? Shall I take you home?"
Didn't I tell you?
Tell me what?
"The group leader said I don't need to go down there anymore, and he'll cover my class?" Zou Wenjuan blinked as she spoke.
Xing Baohua cursed inwardly, "I clearly didn't tell him this!"
"Go practice singing right after you finish eating. We'll audition at the recording studio tomorrow. Sing well, don't waste the tapes," Xing Baohua said sternly.
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