"That's right, there are a few good demos sent from Haozhou and Yuezhou."
"They're catchy, but they lack something that really touches the heart. Using these songs in a competition just doesn't feel right."
The review panel of the Huaxia Literature and Art Association listened and exchanged ideas.
For several days in a row, they received a number of works every day, and they listened to them patiently.
However, they often find themselves at a loss for words, not because the submitted works are of poor quality, but because the vast majority of the works simply do not understand what the entrance music means. Their half-baked understanding naturally results in works that are completely unrelated to the theme.
Then there's only one outcome: elimination.
"Oh, this is a piece sent by Tianrui."
"Fleeting life?"
"right."
Upon hearing that it was Fusheng's work, the reviewers couldn't help but move closer and glance at the title.
--"victory"
Five minutes later.
"Release it again!"
"Yes, play it again."
The dozen or so auditors present all demanded a replay.
Although the demo's sound quality was a bit poor, they could still tell that it was a very high-quality symphony!
Does it match the theme of the opening music?
conform to!
Can it stand out from the many submissions?
able!
Five minutes later, this time, no one suggested replaying the video; instead, they fell into thought.
"Everyone, let's hear your thoughts."
Someone broke the silence.
"There are currently eight songs shortlisted. If we include 'Victory,' there will be nine."
"Tomorrow is the deadline. I think we should pick one more song to make it ten before submitting it."
"Old Gao's idea won't work. I think it's best to compress it to three songs."
"I support Lao Liu's idea."
"Okay, then three songs."
The review team quickly reached an agreement.
After an internal vote, three songs were selected and reported to higher authorities by the team leader.
This song, "Victory," is one of them.
The review results came out in less than an hour.
"Victory" received the highest number of votes and became the official opening song for the Chinese side of the World Arts Festival.
"It's done!"
Zhou Rongze was not surprised by this result.
After receiving the demo, he immediately listened to the song. As a result, he spent the entire few hours on his private jet from Lizhou to the China Literature and Art Association listening to the symphony on repeat.
At the same time, the Huaxia Literature and Art Association also published the results on its official website.
The moment the results were seen, the states were in an uproar.
It turns out that Tianrui Entertainment had the last laugh!
Other states are fine, but top music producers in Lisbon are skeptical, feeling there might be some shady dealings involved.
It's not that I'm questioning Fusheng's abilities, it's just that these music producers always feel that their works are the best. Fusheng has little experience and has never participated in previous World Arts Festivals, so it's probably difficult for him to write music that fits the theme of the opening song.
"Minister, the official Chinese government has confirmed the opening theme for this year's World Arts Festival."
Granger reported it immediately.
"Whose work is this?" Abel didn't seem too concerned.
"Fleeting life".
Abel's hand holding the pen paused involuntarily, but he quickly resumed his previous scribbling: "I need more detailed information."
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