Chapter 92
"Where should I start explaining?" Zhou Li said with a smile.
"Team song!"
"No, what show? Are we going to be on the show?"
The boss and Zhu Le looked at each other with disgust.
Zhu Le: "We just decided on the first song for our Rebirth band. What's there to explain? The boss wrote it in less than three minutes. Once the music and lyrics are ready, I'll show it to you."
Boss: "My friend is producing a band competition show. I'm going to get an application form and you guys can enter. It's that simple."
Zhou Li laughed out loud, "Need I say anything else?"
"No thanks." The two said in unison. Shan Jia drank in silence, while Zhou Li raised his glass. "Shall we have a drink?"
Shan Jia glanced at her, and his slender fingers grasped the square wine glass from above and collided it with Zhou Li's glass, then he drank it straight away.
Zhou Li also looked up. The boss and Zhu Le were whispering. Zhu Le asked about the show, and the boss answered. Zhou Li looked at Shan Jia and said, "How's your hand?"
Shan Jia raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. "It's okay."
The cloth strips on her hands were untied when she went on stage. Zhou Li grabbed her hand which was about to be lowered and pulled it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.
The lights at the bar were dim, Shan Jia's finger bones were red and swollen, and Zhou Li pressed them.
"Does it hurt?"
Shan Jia pulled his hand back, "It's okay, just a minor injury."
She put down her glass and stood up. "I'm going back first. I'll talk to you online if you have anything to say."
With a cool tone, Zhou Li waved his hand, Shan Jia nodded, turned around and left.
The boss uttered an "ah" and Zhu Le said, "The boss is in a bad mood, let her go, and stop nagging, you're such a nagging mother."
The boss glared at him, "You're such an ungrateful kid! If I hadn't taken you in out of kindness, you wouldn't be where you are today! Who gets the rehearsal room? I rented it to you! I only charged half the price!"
"Didn't you insist on us staying after being amazed by our performance?" Zhu Le looked at the boss suspiciously. "Boss, you don't have a split personality, do you?"
"You brat!" The boss punched Zhu Le's head, holding his head and drilling the well with his fist, "Even when you drink water, you still don't forget the well digger! You don't know what's good for you even though you haven't become famous yet!"
"Wow! Boss! Do you also think we can become famous? You have really good taste!" Zhu Le screamed.
Zhou Li couldn't help laughing, and even the boss slowed down his attack. Zhu Le took the opportunity to break free. He straightened his clothes and suddenly said to the boss with a serious face: "When I become famous in the future, I will definitely not charge you for your autograph."
The boss was so angry that he caught Zhu Le and beat him up again.
Zhou Li put his fist to his lips, his body shaking with amusement. During the break, Zhou Li said, "Zhu Le, add me on WeChat."
Zhu Le said "oh" and handed over the phone. Zhou Li scanned it, added Zhu Le, and then said casually: "Send Shan Jia to me, I will create a band group."
"Don't you have the boss's contact information?" Zhu Le was surprised.
Zhou Li lowered her head to look at her phone, then raised her head and smiled at him, "I didn't have time."
"Oh." Zhu Le pushed Shan Jia over, and Zhou Li chose to add him.
Shan Jia was carrying a guitar and just walked onto the street when she saw the message on her mobile phone. She clicked to agree and stretched out her hand to stop a car. As soon as her butt touched the seat, her mobile phone kept notifying her of messages.
Shan Jia pinched the bridge of his nose and said to the driver, "Go to Jiamu Garden."
After placing the guitar bag diagonally in the car, Shan Jiacai turned on his cell phone, and sure enough, it was Zhu Le talking nonsense again.
Lelehehe: Rebirth will surely be a hit across Asia! Charge to the world! Tremble, humanity!
Harmony brings wealth: It’s not even time to go to bed yet, but someone is already dreaming?
Lelehehe: This! Is called! Dream!
Harmony brings wealth: The registration form is coming, please take a look.
Lelehehe: Where is it? Where is the registration form?
Harmony brings wealth: [Picture]
Tomorrow: Everyone change your nicknames. Boss, the picture you posted is not clear, remember to click on the original picture.
Harmony brings wealth: (laughing) I forgot, I’ll send you a new one.
Everyone changed their nicknames and continued chatting.
Zhu Le: Oh, boss, your eyesight is really blurry. You even forgot this.
Hong Sicong: Haha, do you still want to sign up?
Zhu Le: You are the handsome, suave and romantic reincarnation of Pan An. It's just a small registration form. Compared with the boss's handsomeness, it's not worth mentioning.
Hong Sicong: Go away, you're the one who talks so much bullshit. Look at how Shan Jia and Zhou Li are silent? They must be so disgusted by your nagging!
Zhou Li:.
Shan Jia:.
Zhou Li looked at the screen and laughed at Shan Jia, who put the period a step later than her. Shan Jia was also stunned.
Zhou Li types: Boss, please send it to everyone to see.
Hong Sicong: Okay.
Hong Sicong: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]
The first one is the registration form, and the second one is the registration requirements. Zhou Li zoomed in to read the requirements, while Shan Jia was also reading at the same time.
"You must have your own original repertoire and participate in director auditions. Selected bands must submit three original repertoires. Contestants will be under full closed-door management during the competition..."
"The winning band will have the right to release an album and will be invited to perform at the Seaside Music Festival alongside many well-known musicians."
After reading it, Shan Jia stared at his phone for a long time, while Zhu Le was yelling in the group because of the Seaside Music Festival.
Zhu Le: The seaside! My dream! Can I really go there?
The Seaside Music Festival is the largest and highest-level music festival in the country. Those who are invited to participate are generally singers, bands or groups that have been on the Golden Melody Chart. Each of their names is well-known in the circle. They can be said to be seniors among seniors and geniuses among geniuses. Zhu Le did not expect that in addition to being an audience member, he would have the opportunity to be so close to the stage of his dreams.
Hong Sicong: You know it's your dream! So stop dreaming and practice more! Make it big!
Zhu Le: Damn it! Damn it! I’ll practice when I get back!
Zhou Li laughed and shook his head, these two funny guys.
She said in the group: "I found the official website of the program online. There is an electronic registration form. I will send it to you later. Fill it out and send it to me. What we need to do in the next few days is to polish our first original song and then pass the audition!"
Zhu Le replied: OK!
Shan Jia: Yes.
Shan Jia: I’ll send you the song tomorrow and I’ll produce it tonight.
Zhou Li: Thank you for your hard work.
Zhou Li: We need four songs to participate in the competition, and we still need three. Let’s all think about the direction.
Zhu Le: (crying face) I’m not good at writing songs, boss, I’m counting on you, I’ll cheer you on!
Shan Jia: If you practice piano well, I can write the song.
Zhou Li: I’ll help you.
Shan Jia was stunned for a moment. She typed "No thanks," but then felt it was too abrupt, so she quickly deleted it. After thinking for a while, she heard the driver say, "We're here."
Shan Jia scanned the code to pay, and her phone rang twice when she got off the car. She turned on the phone screen, and Zhou Li's words appeared in front of her.
Zhou Li: Rebirth Band, how about the theme of "rebirth" for our second song? I think we could write it from the perspective of a butterfly, emerging from its cocoon. Does that sound like us?
Zhu Le: Great!
Hong Sicong: I think it’s good.
Zhou Li: Shan Jia, what do you think?
Shan Jia saw that a minute had passed, so she quickly typed.
Another line of words floated out.
Zhou Li: If we don’t have any inspiration, we can choose other topics.
Shan Jia finally finished typing. Her fingers, which used to be very flexible and light when playing the guitar, typed like an old person, and she spit out each word slowly.
Shan Jia: OK.
Zhou Li: I don’t like rebirth, but you can tell me what you think.
Shan Jia knew that she had misunderstood, so she pursed her lips and explained solemnly.
Shan Jia: Rebirth and butterfly elements are both good
Shan Jia: That’s it
Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, and Zhu Le held his stomach and laughed.
Zhu Le: Hahahaha, the boss types very slowly!
Zhu Le: Zhou Li, don’t be offended, just wait for the boss!
There was a smile in Zhou Li's eyes.
Zhou Li replied: Then I will wait for you.
Shan Jia: ...
Shan Jia closed her phone. Too many things happened today. She went home tiredly and threw herself onto the sofa and fell asleep. Zhou Li also put down her phone and looked at the time. It was three o'clock in the morning and it was time to go to bed. They both chose to go to bed at the same time.
In the morning, Zhou Li was woken up by his cell phone.
The group was just created yesterday and it was as lively as Chinese New Year. Zhou Li forgot to mute his phone before going to bed last night, and Zhu Le was jumping around in the group, constantly saying words like "awesome", "fuck", and "god".
He scrolled through the screen too quickly, and Zhou Li had to scroll through it one by one before she found out what had happened. At 9:45 in the morning, Shan Jia uploaded a file in the group. Zhou Li opened it with music, and the heavy drumbeats first attracted her attention. It was the sound of her playing the drums.
After hearing this, Zhou Li couldn't help but exclaim, "Fuck, this is amazing!"
I don’t know what’s wrong with Shan Jia’s brain, but she made a team song full of ups and downs and so vast that it would be no problem to use this accompaniment directly as a background music.
Zhou Li was troubled as she listened to the music. It was really difficult for her to write this poem.
At this time, the phone rang twice again, and the screen lit up. Zhou Li saw that it was Shan Jia who sent her a voice message in a private chat. Zhou Li clicked on it, and Shan Jia's voice sounded even more lazy and magnetic in the receiver. She seemed to have just finished writing a song, and her voice was lazy and relaxing to listen to.
"I was so excited about writing that I accidentally wrote the lyrics as well. Do you want to take a look?"
Zhou Li chuckled and also sent a voice message.
"I couldn't ask for more."
She had just woken up, and her voice was sweet and hoarse, like a crisp and sweet apple. After listening to it, Shan Jia couldn't help but put the phone away from her ear. She pulled her ear, took a photo of the written lyrics and sent it to Zhou Li.
She uses computer software to compose music, but prefers to use a pen to write lyrics.
Things written down by hand seem to be more inspiring.
Zhou Li opened the picture and saw a piece of A4 white paper covered with beautiful handwriting.
There are traces of scribbles and corrections on the paper.
After reading it, Zhou Li felt that the lyrics were delicious. Sometimes they sounded like a line of modern poetry, with a strong emphasis on rhythm. Shan Jia's lyrics were as beautiful as her music, and people were captivated by them at first sight.
After reading it carefully again, Zhou Li found some issues and discussed them with Shan Jia.
Shan Jia is not the kind of person who doesn't listen to opinions, but sometimes the people who discuss with her are really not good enough, and she is too lazy to listen to those rubbish. Zhou Li is different. Zhou Li is someone she recognizes, and Shan Jia needs to consider carefully what she says.
Shan Jia carefully compared Zhou Li's changes to the lyrics. She expressed her opinions on some of them and insisted on using the original lyrics, but she was also a little hesitant about some of them.
Just as she was struggling, Zhou Li's voice drifted over again, her voice crisp and sweet: "Why don't we go out for breakfast and meet to talk it over?"
Shan Jia hesitated for a moment and looked at the equipment in her room. She thought for a while and replied: Come to my house, I'll give you the address.
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